I haven't much to say about this book yet as I've barely turned the first few pages, however there was already an excerpt that I wanted to share from the prologue. These few lines transported me to my backpacking days when I was younger, no one I knew was married, and Europe was a wide-open play place filled with cheap wine and hostel breakfasts that tasted like heaven after staying up dancing the night away in bars with heinous, tacky names like Lux. Ok, I may still harbor pent-up anger towards that club in Lisbon that wouldn't let our 'backpackers-in-heels'-awesome-selves in unless we gave the doorman 200 Euros each. How could he ask such a thing? That was my food money (Portuguese custard tarts are in fact perfect for breakfast, lunch, and dinner thank you very much). Anyways, here is that excerpt I mentioned before going on a trip down memory lane:
"A few days later, on the platform at Firenze Santa Maria Novella, I bought a flask of Chianti with two German boys, the kind of wine they sell in bellied bottles with straw aprons, and after no more than a couple of swigs passed out, to wake up in my vomit three hours later in the corridor of an evening Espresso to Rome. Those were the days..." - Tim Parks
"A few days later, on the platform at Firenze Santa Maria Novella, I bought a flask of Chianti with two German boys, the kind of wine they sell in bellied bottles with straw aprons, and after no more than a couple of swigs passed out, to wake up in my vomit three hours later in the corridor of an evening Espresso to Rome. Those were the days..." - Tim Parks
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