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The journey starts in Nice
We gazed at the spread of crusty bread, two kinds of cheese, yogurt, strawberries and a bottle of Sylvaner white wine in our small budget hotel room. We made it. The tearful goodbyes from the mothers, the long overnight flight, one Bette Midler movie For the Boys, the Jelly Bellies from our friends, an unexpected stopover in London, two missed buses at the Nice Côté d’Azure airport, a closed tourist office. We were in Europe. The first day of our three and half month backpacking trip. My friend Sarah and I had been planning this trip for months. With high school done, we were ready to take on the world!…