In 1968, young Tom Murphy left the small farming community of Willard, Kansas, to travel to Europe. The nineteen-year-old college dropout decided that he wanted to see the world before going to fight in the jungles of Vietnam. So, he packed some clothes, shoved four hundred dollars into his jeans, threw a rucksack and sleeping bag over his shoulder, and headed for Europe. He wanted to see the world in what little time he had left before he goes off to war.

Hitchhiking through Europe, he slept in hostels, in open fields, in the caves of Crete, and on the rocky beaches of Spain's Costa del Sol. Along the way, he endured the riot police in Paris, wild wolves in Belgium, scorpions in France, and the secret police in Yugoslavia. While traveling through fourteen countries, he made many great friends from around the world, but there was one girl he would never forget. Over the years, she drifted back into his consciousness until ...