Somehow it happened again. I'm once again traveling the world. Why? The tickets were so cheap that I couldn't pass it up. But really, I think there's something that's changed - Perhaps it calls me. As Moana says in the latest Disney flick "And the call isn't out there at all, it's inside me!" Yeah, I think I caught some kind of travel bug. It remains to be seen how bad it is - is it the kind that goes away after a few trips, or the kind that sticks with you for the rest of your life, ad forces you to spend every waking moment dreaming of somewhere exotic. Well, I suppose I'll find out.
So where am I off to now? Me and my trusty backpack (see the previous posts) are off to Belgium, Hungary and Malta. Malta? Where's that? I think is the first question that most people ask - it's a small island in the med off the coast of Sicily (which is also an island, so I guess everything is off of it's coast?). Well, whatever. 11 days. Three countries. I can't wait to get started!