One of the things I think about a lot is how I can do my best to recreate the joy I felt while I was backpacking last year. This time last year, your girl was out there absolutely thriving in the Balkans. (Specifically in Bar, Montenegro, at The Grove, on this day.) I was staring out into lush green forests, jewel blue seas, and some of the most majestic mountains I’ve seen. More importantly, I was finally doing what I had dreamed of doing at 18 – visiting a region I’d only read about in history books, but was deeply fascinated by.
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