This was my expertise in booking a trip: nothing.
Our family ‘vacations’ (if the torture of being surrounding by your immediate family for 365740 hours straight could qualify as a vacation) consisted of loading up the ’91 Toyota Previa, spending 4 days en route to New York, seeing 'South of the Border' and staying at whichever hotel my dad's rewards points would grant us.
Our stay-cations (which is now my favorite word and would have been used by my 12-yr old self incessantly had it existed) had my sister and I swimming at the local Hyatt while my mom ordered chicken fingers at the bar (we're spending money!)
While at college, I was lucky enough to spend spring break at a friend's house in Jamaica and didn't have to plan a thing and enjoyed every hazy moment.
A week before our flight across the world, my sister, the planner extraordinaire, came down with the 'flu' aka I'm-not-being-held-responsible-for-booking-our-trip-cough-cough. So, I was left with google search and my lack of planning abilities.
So, here I am, 22 years old, planning an European Grand Adventure with my sister. I was figuring out hostels, b&b's, hotels, airplanes, reviews, stars, in-room sinks and train schedules in military time.
This is how I pinched Euros, hung out with locals, and enjoyed tourist traps all while having a real vacation.
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