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CouchSurfers explain why staying with strangers is the best way to travel
I stood outside of the Termini train station in Rome waiting to be picked up by someone named Matteo in a blue Volkswagen Golf. I passed the time in the rain sainting at every car that passed. I was anxious because I had only seen a picture of Matteo and was worried that we would have trouble recognizing each other. My phone vibrated, announcing a new text message: "i right in front you." I was so nervous that I would miss the car that I failed to see the blue Golf parked two feet away.
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