By Leah McClellan
Summer 2000. A backpack, a tent, and a sleeping bag on my back. My passport, a railpass, and the Traveler’s Guide to European Camping on my front along with the de rigueur water bottle, some lip balm, and a wallet in my day bag.
I was traveling around Europe for three months, by myself, to get my head together. I called it a writing trip or doing something I always wanted to do among most of my casual friends or acquaintances, and that was true, to an extent. But the reality was that I was so confused and depressed about my marriage and my life that I had to do something radical, and a travel cure seemed like just the thing.
Why I took this trip is a story for another day, but there you have the background. It was an awesome... More...
