My travels abroad were not remotely altruistic in nature. And a week long vacation at a Tunisian resort isn't comparable to teaching English in sub saharan Africa. But this young women's death made me reflect on my life as a student in Europe.
Late night strolls thru majestic piazzas smoking hash with strangers. Precariously perched on bar stools across the continent, guzzling drinks of unknown origin. I used to joke that my fellow Americans were a ATM /mattress combo but fortunately we all made it home alive. Though the less fortunate came home having to finish a course of antibiotics.
My young daughter is already fascinated by Paris. More than a decade away, I'm preparing myself to see her off to some shabby apartment in which she'll have her very own American girl abroad adventures.