I was lucky enough to get to backpack through Europe the summer before my last year of college. My cousin was studying abroad, and once she was done, my uncle and I hopped a flight and headed over to London to meet up. It was my first time out of the country. And boy, was I unprepared. I had no idea how hard it would be. Always on the go, lugging around heavy packs in some of the worst humidity I've ever experienced. Getting lost and not being to ask for directions because of the language barrier. I spent way too much time crying in frustration and homesickness. My cousin was great, holding my hand, giving me tissues and not mentioning how much of a brat I was being (in retrospect, she probably should have just smacked me and gone "hello, look around...where are we?!") That's not to say I didn't have the time of my life, because I did. I saw so many amazing places and have so many great stories (like the time my cousin and I crammed into an elevator smaller than my closet with our huge backpacks and I fell once the doors opened because we were packed in there so tightly). That trip made me realize that I want to make new adventures a priority. Since I can't get back there as soon as I'd like, I'm occasionally going to be posting a few pictures from that trip to bring a little bit of euro chic to my everyday.