During the summer of 2007 I went to Romania, and during the summer of 2009 I went to
Benelux and Germany. I have been to nine countries, but
I'm only counting the five that I paid for myself and traveled to as
*the content of these trips has been severely edited for a G rating.
I feel like I've aged two decades in the two years since I was in Romania. There is some much to say about what happened there, but I think I'll keep my mouth shut.
This was the first time I traveled alone internationally. After arriving in Dusseldorf, I hopped three trains and a bus, and arrived in the middle of the tiny village where my relatives live. I had no idea where I was. All I had was an address and a phone number, but no phone...
Although my friends and I spent a majority of this trip in Holland and especially Amsterdam, we have absolutely no photos of Amsterdam and no evidence that we were actually there. Feel free to make assumptions.
In belgium, we hustled and bustled to get some mussels in Brussels but the mussels were out of season. Instead we ate about 20 euros worth of Belgium chocolates.
I spent less than two hours in Luxemburg. It is a really tiny country.