So there I was, on a trip with two other comrades, flinging ourselves with complete vulnerability into Europe. For the first time too, I made no detail research on the destinations, and especially how much everything cost. All I had was my backpack stuffed with maggi, nestum and crackers, my sleeping bag, a tent, 500euros and 30 days to ration all these. Some may call it suicidal, some might applaud for our bravery. At a point when I was lieing on the streets of Venice, I scolded myself an idiot. :) Now sitting comfortably under a roof, I pat myself on the back, feeling glad I did it. I learnt that the more risks you take, the more likely you are to witness things and hence, calling everything a serendipity. It's a testament to the possibilities that arise when you remove yourself from the safety of familiarity and comforts; the benefits of vulnerability. I welcome you to judge it for yourselves...;)