At some point in my early twenties, I decided that I would backpack through Europe. Now, having just graduated undergrad and currently making plans to go to vet school, I had no idea when I would actually accomplish that goal. Fast forward a few years and I’m sitting on my couch in St Kitts and I decided, as a break from studying, I would make a rough itinerary of where I would go on this imaginary trip. Well, it became a slight obsession, and I’ll sheepishly admit I had an entire Excel spreadsheet compiled of a two-month adventure through Europe. When I finally made it back stateside for my last year of vet school, I mustered up the guts and used my airline points to buy a round-trip ticket. The months leading up to the trip felt like a dream, and I didn’t actually believe it was happening until I stepped off the plane in London. I had traveled before, but never completely solo. It was exhilarating and scary all at the same time. I was finally a solo female backpacker in Europe, something I had read blogs upon blogs about, and was now actually doing it. And I had the best time!
