Twenty years ago today I flew home from a month in Europe. What a wild fucking ride that was. I traveled from Venice to Madrid, sleeping in 17 different cities along the way. I dragged my huge green backpack down train aisle after train aisle and across more cobblestones than I'll ever be able to count. I learned things. We learn what we want to learn and what we should learn. The latter was more important.
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