When I was 21, during a semester abroad in France, I spent a whirlwind of a winter break traveling with one of my best friends. Over a span of 2 weeks, we hopped from Seville, to Rome (by way of a layover in Lisbon, because the flights were cheaper!), to Malta, and finally, to Marseille. It was ridiculously fun, and it was also a blur. When I think back to it, my memories are a jumble of early morning flights and on-the-go meals.