We’re at the grocery store in Italy. If you don’t know Italian, then you might as well do the tango. It’s a dance, you’ll never forget.
I think I’m going to start running with a 60 pound suitcase, and 15 pound bag on my arm.
After eating every desert throughout Europe I’ve returned fiercely toned.
Miss connecting trains
Have your cab driver arrive 30 minutes before your flight leaves
Run through the airport of Nice, France
Lose people from your group. You will be forced to carry their luggage with yours.
Don’t get off at the right train stops – this will lead to guys trying to kidnap you – shove them aside
Be late for breakfast
Walk for 11 hours each day
Make sure a mud slide covers the train tracks of Switzerland. You will be forced to carry your luggage in the pouring rain to a bus stop. After you will have to lug your 60 pound bag to the bus seat next to you.
(The heavier you pack the greater your chances of muscle definition- after all the most toned wins!)
Get lost – you will have to run through airports, train stations, boat rides, and bus stops in a struken panic mode.
Oh, and bring ear plugs for the ones that complain about the ridges along the way.
I took photos of people at a train station in Italy.
This is what I found.
No one smiles at train stations.
Why not?? I do.