About Steve
I blame it all on that one-way ticket.
It was early September, I had just made a boatload of money working 80-hour weeks all summer, and I was ready for a serious change of pace.
My final semester of college would have to wait.
I did what any 22-year old with wanderlust and no responsibilities would do. I bought a Eurail pass, stuffed a small backpack full of essentials, and hopped on my first trans-Atlantic flight.
It nearly ruined me, in the best possible way.
Forevermore, I would never be able to go more than six months without an adventure of some sort. The Europe trip was a whirlwind of new experiences and thrills-a-minute as my buddy and I hit cathedrals, museums, and a pub or two across the mainland, with a side excursion to Egypt for a couple weeks. We met interesting people along the way, and I made some lifelong friends.
Three months later, I returned home and finished school the following May.