My very long and very wonderful European summer has come and gone in the blink of an eye. I’m back in Logroño, about to enter my final 3 months of studies here and as I put off starting a UTS assignment, I can’t stop replaying the last 4 months in my head. I’m hardly the first privileged Australian twenty-something to cliff jump in Dubrovnik or pose with the white houses in Santorini, so I will spare you all the unoriginal details of how I ~found myself~ during a hallucinogenic drug trip and decided to stop wearing shoes to be more in touch with the Earth. Instead, I thought I’d share my thoughts on the different ways I travelled: alone, with a close friend or joining an organised tour. If you’re keen to travel but don’t know where to start, perhaps this will be useful. If not, it’s an excuse for me to live in the past for a little while longer before it’s back to reality.