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I have green permanent marker on my wrist and a young group with drinks raised are singing what I presume to be “Happy Birthday” in Italian- it’s the right tune at least. I’m twenty-one and this is Europe. 

When I first began planning my Eurotrip travel, I lamented a few times, mostly when at the birthdays of others, that turning twenty-one in Europe where I would already be able to drink legally meant “no one was going to care” about what is a behemoth of an American anniversary. To this my friends appropriately told me “shut up” because, after all, traveling in Europe trumps drunken debauchery stateside,  but I’ve also found that, although drinking ages flux across the globe, birthdays and birthday drinks are universal. 

The entire affair began on the 6th in Juan Les Pins (the South of France) which felt like cheating the system because I was surrounded by friends from my university who were there studying abroad. Boxed wine was transfered to empty water bottles and then transfered to the beach where we all congregated sand-side to laugh and yell and be young (I still have heaps of sand in my purse and shoes I wore that night). At midnight my friend Grafton announced the arrival of my birthday and the whole group cheered and sang Happy Birthday to me over the sounds of the waves of the Mediterranean. From there we migrated to a Mexican bar downtown (How else would I celebrate a birthday in France?) where I kept being handed mojitos. At this point I began talking about my travel blog (hey, is that what this is!?) and it made sense to me and the European boys I had met to write its URL on their arms in a green permanent marker I had in my purse so they wouldn’t forget it. This escalated to further face and arm drawings, most of which were still intact the next morning as people sat suffering from headaches in the lobby the next morning (one guy on my friend’s study abroad went through customs with the French mustache I penned on him). It was a perfectly celebratory and silly night. 

And then I caught an 8:30 a.m. train to Italy. That was where my hangover headache struck. 

The nice thing about trains is that once you manage to get yourself on one, you’re pretty much set in terms of getting to your destination, so a few hours of stolen rest later when Alex and I arrived in Florence, I was nearly recovered for all my introductions at the hostel: “Hi, my name is Maura, I’m from the United States. Where are you from? Oh cool! It’s my 21st birthday today!”

We ended up collecting a group of fifteen to celebrate at an outdoor concert in a Florence Piazza and ducked into an attached bar to order drinks from a menu we couldn’t read, exchanging travel stories and asking questions about one another’s countries and lives. A birthday shot appeared and my second round of “Happy Birthday” singing commenced. Every person in the bar whipped around but, rather than thumb their noses at the immense group of obnoxious English speakers (I felt just like I was with my friends back home!) everyone joined in, singing a second round in Italian as well and raising their glasses to cheers. And, as silly as it sounds, coming back from the bars to a Facebook full of happy birthday notifications from everyone I love and miss at home really did top my night. 

So I spent my twenty-first in Europe and a lot of people cared, here and in the states. It was utterly unforgettable and I send a most sincere thanks to all of you who made it so. 

Although I just caught up all my blog posts from my time in Paris, tomorrow morning I leave Juan Les Pins (the PCB of France as my friend Cory affectionately calls it) for Florence, Italy. There, Internet Gods willing, I’ll post about my experiences here (spoiler alert: it mostly involves my friends, sand, and the Mediterranean) while experiencing experiences there. Meta delay.  

In the meantime, I turn twenty-one at midnight tonight and it’s the last night of the study abroad program the friends I’ve been staying with are on, so none of us are going down without a fight tonight. This is my third birthday in a row away from the East Coast and most (I don’t say “all” because I’m still paranoid about our train travel) signs point to it being the best. Two countries, one birthday- I really do know how lucky I am, I promise. 

I have so much left to tell you about Cambodia and so many pictures left to post, but today is my last day in the country and I’m going to cherish it (also, let’s be real, I’m still finishing my final article).

Tonight I’ll celebrate my almost birthday with my Cambodia crew and by tomorrow, if all transportation and border crossings go according to plan, I’ll be in Bangkok for my actual birthday, June 7th. In Thailand I’ll spend two days in Bangkok, take a train to Chang Mai, a Northern provence known for beautiful jungles, temples, and elephants, and then travel back to Bangkok. 

For Bangkok part deux, I’ll be staying in a nicer hotel and enjoying solitary time reflecting, writing, sleeping, and putting myself in a place to reenter society stateside (and to start working at an American pizza parlor, talk about different worlds!). 

I have no idea what my internet situation will be like in Thailand, but hopefully I can put together some sporadic posts. If not, be prepared for a blog purge on the 12th when I’m back in Bangkok. 

Keep me in your thoughts and prayers and I’ll try to check back in as much as possible! Thanks to everyone who has read thus far. The ride’s not over yet!