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My 17 months in Europe will forever hold great memories for me. I was lucky enough to have seen both the tourist sights as well as many places the common traveller does not go. I had attended the Running of the Bulls in Spain which as I look back was one of the craziest festivals in the world. I had also attended a polish wedding, just by meeting the right person and saying yes. I had flown in a glider plane over the mountains in Slovenia. They are just a few of the many, many memories of the 24 countries I visited. I was also lucky in the work I got working in Grasmere, Guernsey in the middle of London and even delivered pamphlets for a couple of days.
It was time to go home though. In time to be best man at my mate Cam's wedding.
One day I will return to Europe but for now I had seen enough.