Vacation or Nightmare?
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This story begins a week after my eighteenth birthday. I decided to go backpacking through Europe to see the world before I would attend college. This was going to be a turning point in my life. I was growing up before my own eyes, venturing out on my own in foreign countries. I arrived in Paris, France and immediately proceeded to rent a car so that I could make my way to the hotel. The rental car place gave me some miniature compact car that looked almost like a clown car. Of course that's not what I requested, but what can you expect it's the French we are dealing with here. I had to drive up a steep mountain to the hotel, which seemed to be leaning on a slant at the peak. My stomach dropped as I looked through the back windshield at the sight of what seemed to be a mile to the bottom. When I got to the hotel, I checked in and made my way to the room...