I bought a ticket to Ireland when I was 24 (I’m from California) for my boyfriend and I.
We didn’t have much money, and planned on couch surfing but everything was a bust because nobody wanted to put up a couple, even though we were willing to work.
Our departing flight was in three months (I really wanted the whole experience), so I decided that Ireland wasn’t working out and bought two tickets on a ferry to France.
As we are disembarking in Cherbourg, we meet a lovely young man from Berlin and a sweet guy from Poland. We all decided that we needed to find the nearest train to Paris, and surprisingly, I was the only one who knew a little French (and we all agreed it was rude not to ask in French). I asked for directions, the German guy helped us figure out the ticketing and the…
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