Europe on a Eurorail Pass and a Prayer
"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read on the train."
Martin and I toast to the glory of Florence, Italy.
"Would you like some Grey Poupon?"
As a fresh wet-behind-the-ears college graduate in 1991, I spent almost three months in Europe backpacking just after the end of the Cold War. I chronicled my reflections and impressions in a diary which at times makes hilarious reading. I am sure every person who in their youth backpacked around Europe will find much that will remind them of their own adventures. Please keep in mind these are the arbitrary writings of a young man straight out of college made in hostels, trains, parks, etc. and do not necessarily represent my present thinking.