Italy, Slovenia, Slovakia, Czech, France. Days were beautiful, nights were chaos. Fed on pasta, cured by beer, and left with a bill my bank account may never forgive.
Rome’s alleys, Venice’s silence, Ljubljana’s fairytale old town, and a pub crawl in Bratislava that made me question both God and electrolytes. Beers with Prague’s sunsets, people-watching in Paris. A Euro summer equal parts postcard and hangover.
Met beautiful strangers, learned words I’ll forget—except ciao bella. That one’s forever.
@dimplekotecha@acrimonious_aman@yuvraj.nathani
And @abhirakheja - the one who didn’t make it.
