Early this year, my cousins and I celebrated a family wedding in India. We hung out by the hotel pool at night, not getting drunk, as our parents were there.
Bored, we discussed future travels, and the idea of travelling together popped up. Why not? It would be fun since we are close and genuinely like each other company. After promising each other that we wouldn’t back off at the last minute and would save our way to it, we went our separate ways.
We are now on our way to Europe for six months, many Facetime and quickly approved visas later. Well, not exactly now, but tonight, it’s now compared to six months ago or three years ago. You see, I visited Amsterdam for the first time three years ago. I have fallen deeply into it within a short period. I knew I would come again. Someday. I never expected that ultimately going to happen very soon.
We will be travelling to a few cities in Western Europe and staying in people’s houses. I mean Airbnb, which is cheaper than hotels. There are bookings with EasyJet and some train rides in the itinerary. So to say I am uber-excited would be downplaying it.
I will try to live blog as usual, but since I have sold my iPad to fund this Europe trip, I will use my phone, which might be a little messy. So I am off to pack, buy shoes (a New Zealand trip earlier this year killed the old shoes) and stock up on instant noodles and paper panties (yes, I am not above that).
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