By Nomadic Matt | Published August 26th, 2013

When
I saw him in the hostel, I couldn’t help but smile. There he was, a man
who could have been my grandfather, hanging out with college-aged
backpackers and having the time of his life. The younger travelers were
enamored with his stories of past travels and his ability to drink them
under the table. No one cared he was in his 70s. Age mattered not one
bit.
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