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My First Time Hitchhiking In Spain

The man didn’t speak any English but thought if he repeated things loudly in Spanish that I would understand him. The van smelled like blonde tobacco and hair oil. In the back a couple of stale bread loaves were sliding around. It was a bread delivery truck, apparently.

Strange People I’ve Met While Traveling

Before we got a chance to eat a storm blew in and we had to run to a nearby village for cover, to a little two-room shack owned by Janesh’s relatives, where a family of some 15 people lived. All of them were asleep outside under a thatched pavilion.

Todd’s Mom

By our 18th birthday this was the bet:
whoever sleeps with Todd’s mom wins.
Wins what? Everything, basically…