When I was 21 I decided to backpack Europe.
It would be my first time there. My whole life I’d had romantic ideas of France, Italy, and Spain, dreaming of the food, the sights, and the accents. I had everything planned to the last second, and all documents printed and meticulously folded in my Mimco travel wallet. I had given myself an hour between landing in Paris and catching my train to Lyon where I would meet my friend at her apartment. On the 32-hour flight I applauded myself on how bohemian I was, so cultured, so independent… Germaine Greer would be so proud!