Do you love touring Europe? well, everyone loves it! It seems...
Bob muscled the lever. The seat flew back, and I sank into its depths, comfortable for the first time in four hours.
What had I been thinking—persuading Bob to buy a Euro bus pass that put us on the road for two nights? I wasn't a young '70s hippie anymore; far from it. It had been 34 years since I'd developed a preference for bus travel, over rental cars, over high-speed trains. Back then, we were on our honeymoon in Ireland, and Bob had assumed we'd rent a car. "If we're squeezed into an isolated little box," I argued to my new husband, "we won't get to talk to the Irish."
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