@saab,
I'll be listening.
Back in 1966, my girl group went to Europe for approximately three months, without me, money the reason, of course. That was so long ago that we even called ourselves girls at 25, instead of women. As a group, we knew each other from school or work, had similar interests. They differed from each other, two of them latinas, and two of northern european heritage, thus calling themselves the Salts and the Peppers.. They split up to go to preferred places, depending on the places, and kept meeting up again.
One day, the Salts were in Firenze and the Arno overflowed very badly..
One Salt got heavily involved in the cleanup and the other one with a guy...
Anyway, much as I would have likely enjoyed going, I had my own stuff going on, so I wasn't crushingly envious. My point is, I learned a lot from all their stories, and they are part of my longtime interest in Europe. I'd been interested before, as I'm one of the kids who loved geography class in elementary school, but their trip brought it home to me that I could possibly someday travel that far.