Wow, it seems to be like yesterday when back in 1999 me and my best three friends with 18 years back then said goodbye to our parents, lifted our backpacks and walked through the migrations line in the airport to the trip that would literally change our lives forever.
I remember that that was only the first time the three of us Ariel, Diego and I were going to visit Europe but also the first time we would travel abroad without our parents, having to ask them for a written permit to leave the country by ourselves.
We were sitting on the waiting room half excited half scared because from that moment on we knew that for the next two months we would have no one to take car about us by ourselves.
We got into the plane, and flew straight to Madrid, Spain... with our ISIC cards, our hostelling international membership cards (a total waste of money), some random guide for hostels around Europe, and of course our fake reporter's ID (a big money saver)
I remember that that was only the first time the three of us Ariel, Diego and I were going to visit Europe but also the first time we would travel abroad without our parents, having to ask them for a written permit to leave the country by ourselves.
We were sitting on the waiting room half excited half scared because from that moment on we knew that for the next two months we would have no one to take car about us by ourselves.
We got into the plane, and flew straight to Madrid, Spain... with our ISIC cards, our hostelling international membership cards (a total waste of money), some random guide for hostels around Europe, and of course our fake reporter's ID (a big money saver)
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