“Are you guys all American Citizens”, I watched as my friend Randy and my French girlfriend Charlotte and I all lied and said yes. This is the story of how I crossed the border illegally with a guy I just meet and my girlfriend. The year is 1987 and I’m 30 years old, Im writing this journal so in 30 years these stories can be pasted down to my children the their kids. I’m leaving my home town to travel the world, I don’t know where I’m going or how I’m going to get their but I guess that’s what will make it an excursion. I’ve been traveling for a few days now; I have only a big dark green traveler’s back pack with enough money to get me from to town to town. My only source of income will be selling handmade jewelry in artisan markets. …show more content…
i meet people that lived in a commune in central California, I stayed there for a few weeks while I started to plan to save up to and move to Europe. A guy at the commune asked me if I wanted to stay with him in his teepee up in the mountains of sacramento so I took him up on his offer. Living in a teepee was strange and interesting at the same time, but I left after a few weeks not to overstay my visit.
“Are you guys all American Citizens”, I watched as my friend Randy and my French girlfriend Charlotte and I all lied and said yes. This is the story of how I crossed the border illegally with a guy I just meet and my girlfriend. The year is 1987 and I’m 30 years old, Im writing this journal so in 30 years these stories can be pasted down to my children the their kids. I’m leaving my home town to travel the world, I don’t know where I’m going or how I’m going to get their but I guess that’s what will make it an excursion. I’ve been traveling for a few days now; I have only a big dark green traveler’s back pack with enough money to get me from to town to town. My only source of income will be selling handmade jewelry in artisan markets. I’m about 5’7, tan skin tone; I have dreads and a hippie