Stoning, sleeping, and swaying in a boatel in Amsterdam
Paula Andropolous finds that if you're high enough, anything can rock you to sleep
The year is 2014. I am in my second year of university, about to turn 20, and I own a pair
of lime-green skinny jeans, which I routinely wear in public
. To celebrate our birthdays and to commemorate the then-momentous-seeming transition from 19 to our long-awaited 20s, my best friend and I signed up for one of those young-people bus tours through Europe, anticipating a barrage of new friends our age and affordable access to some of the most beautiful and historical cities in the world...