The next week I'm going in a travel with a goup of friends. And said like that it sounds awesome but right now I'm sure that it really is awesome.
To start, we're really like two or three of my friends with parners and friends of my friends that I don't really know.
And that wasn't going to be a problem if I weren't the introvert that I am.
We're going ten days together. Vienna, Praga, Berlin and Amsterdam. Awesome!! Really, it's awesome. But I know I'm going to explote at some point.
I'm this type of person who keeps until... BOOM! I know I'm going to start the travel like "Yeey! Everything is okay. Everything is fine." But then something is not going to be okay and I'm not going to say a word to not spread the disconfort that I fell. And then another thing is out of place, and then another, and I'm going to stay quiet until I can't take it anymore and I finally exlpode.
And then I'm going to be really quiet and really mad with everything and everyone for a whole day. My friends are going to think that I hate them all. And the next day is going to start againg. It's my circle of socializing.
I don't know if you can notice but I'm a little bit scared with this situation.
Did you ever went in vacations with your friends and feel the same or it's just me?
Great post! You're right to be trepidatious. Traveling with friends can be a nightmare — and even more so if you add people you don't even know to the mix. I once went to Acapulco with a group of friends and their friends, and it almost turned into a disaster, but in the end, worked out... for some of us. We rented a two-story villa with three bedrooms, so some of us had rooms and others had to camp out in the living room. The men of the group wanted to hang out by the pool and go to the beach, but the ladies wanted to go into town and shop. Everyone was warned not to drink the local water and to eat only cooked food, but the girls all decided to get salads for lunch, and they all came home with Montezuma's revenge. That was the first day. For the rest of the week, the villa was a horror scene. Eventually, we made the girls camp out in the living room and the men took the bedrooms upstairs. The smells wafting up from downstairs, as you can imagine, were ghastly. But in the end, it turned into a boys' trip because we, the men, ended up spending the entire week at the beach, fishing, eating and drinking, and having a great time while the ladies stayed in the house and recovered.
title: Interrailing Through Europe