In 2008, my girlfriend of that time (coincidentally my wife at the moment) and I decided to go on a little adventure of our own. We bought two Interrail tickets and vowed to see as much of Europe as humanly possible within the next four weeks. It was a disaster. The good kind. A disaster I will tell my children about, like “In 2008 I almost killed your mother by accident, by trying to catch a train. And then again by catching a wave with my body board! Oh, fun times…”
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