Last summer, I travelled around Europe by train with my friends.
When I got lost, a kind local took me to my destination.
I had to wait at the airport for five hours because my flight was delayed.
I tried some food I'd never seen before at a traditional market, and it was tastier than I thought.
The hotel booking was wrong, so I had to find another accommodation in a hurry.
The sunrise I saw from the top of the mountain was the most beautiful scene in my life.
I planned to go to the museum, but it was closed because it was Monday, so I went to a nearby park.
I left my bag on the train, but luckily I found it at the lost property office.
I had a pleasant conversation while having dinner with people I met during the trip.
I remember barely buying a ticket using gestures because I couldn't speak the language.
The scheduled boat tour was cancelled because the weather was so bad.
A cafe I found by chance while walking through narrow alleys had a great atmosphere.
I left my camera at the accommodation, so I had no choice but to take photos with my phone.
The seafood dish I had at a restaurant near the beach was fantastic.
I ran out of budget, so on the last day of the trip, I just ate bread for my meals.
It was the festival season, so music was playing in every street and people were dancing.
With the help of a local friend, I went to hidden spots that tourists don't know well.
I got soaked because of a sudden shower, but even that is a pleasant memory.
My favourite time was reading a book while looking at the beautiful scenery out of the train window.
Travelling by night bus was a bit hard, but I could save money.
I had to stop for a moment at the airport security because of a water bottle in my bag.
I started the morning smelling freshly baked bread at a small bakery near the accommodation.
I stood watching a street performance and lost track of time.
I went to buy souvenirs and had fun bargaining with the merchant.
The trip is over, but looking at the photos makes me feel like I'm travelling again.