“AS I SIT HERE ON this plane, I wonder how on earth I got here. I was meant to be at university like most of my friends. Am I really doing the right thing? Too late now, I say to myself as the plane takes off.” MemoirTravel WritingIndie AuthorSelf PublishedTravel MemoirSelf Published Author Author:P.L. Jones
“From what I could make out, all this free love they preached translated into a lot of sex and drugs. This meant a lot of stoned guys spreading a lot of STDs and unwanted, unplanned babies. Ever been to a commune? If so, you know what I’m talking about. If not, you missed nothing, believe me.” MemoirTravel WritingIndie AuthorSelf PublishedTravel MemoirSelf Published Author Author:P.L. Jones
“I remember the friendliness of everyone. Shaking hands and kissing when they said hello and goodbye, it was so removed from the cold and unfeeling place we had come from. I was beginning to appreciate the place we were in and loving Europe and its way of life. It was so laid-back compared to my old world.” MemoirTravel WritingIndie AuthorSelf PublishedTravel MemoirSelf Published Author Author:P.L. Jones