I was 19. Touring Western Europe on a bus.
This was the song our tour guide blasted every morning just after we'd lugged our too big suitcases down to the curb, stumbled onto the bus, found our seats and had fallen back to sleep.
She didn't want us to miss the sights sleeping, you see. It was our theme song.
It woke me up every time.
And always reminds me of Europe. On a bus.