Here is a postcard I bought at a cluttered vintage store in Stockholm, Sweden. The store was located in a narrow, cobblestone ally and was so full of stuff you could barely walk through the aisle ways without things toppling over on you. There were piles of old books and magazines that reached almost to the ceiling. It was magical. I found this postcard while I was rummaging through some stuff at our apartment the other day and I have been feeling very nostalgic about Europe ever since. I am amazed at how easy it is to get back to your normal routine and go through your daily life while forgetting all about such an experience as backpacking through Europe. Oh how I miss it.