The best (and longest) 3 1/2 months of my life were spent hauling a heavy backpack through various train stations and dorm rooms in Europe. I can't wait to get a new job, so I can quit it and backpack around some new foreign lands. But, until that happens, I will have to just look at my photos and think about how I may never again scar my hand hopping a barbed wire fence in East Berlin, then go to sleep on a sidewalk while waiting for the S-Bahn/U-Bahn to reopen. I might not ever even come close to matching my record of 5 airports in 36 hours.
Also, feel free to read what the French call a "journal." Basically, it's a bunch of stuff I wrote in a notebook during my trip. Some are coherent, rational reflections on my experiences. Mostly, though, it's the rantings and ramblings of a man repeatedly getting lost in foreign lands while carrying an extremely heavy backpack.
As long as we're talking about stuff, check out the fakest Eurocontent ever, prepared back when I was a young lad of 23 who had never left North America. I was such an ignorant child back then.