The never-ending sounds of far-off explosions echo off the surrounding buildings, while firecrackers shoot across the street bouncing off curbs and nearby cars, leaving a trail of sparks and screams that whizzes through the crowd scurrying to get out of the projectile’s path.
Classes have finished, Christmas break has begun, and I’m finally fulfilling my dream of being a hippie travelling through Europe in a barely-legal camper van with 3 eccentric Germans.
Last month I jumped out of a plane and plummeted to the ground with my best friend. This week I jump onto a plane which will safely take me to a place without any friends. I’m not sure which is more terrifying.