So here I was, 18 years old in the early ’90s and on a pilgrimage throughout the world. With $2,500 in my pocket, I decided to spend $300 on a one-way ticket to Spain.
I landed in Spain in a puddle of terrified tears with a boldly courageous heart — I could not even figure out how get on the bus (or even know what bus to get on at the airport), how the currency in Spain worked, or even how to use the payphone. I was such a fish out of water and all I had, ALL I read more >>>
Source : HuffingtonPost.Com