Death of the Sweater

I wore this sweater for the ENTIRE month of Moldova. Literally. I slept in it, worked in it, ate in it, the whole nine yards. And now, I put it in its final resting place – the Bucharest Airport in Romania.

Funny thing was that Nepal ended up being way colder than I thought it would be and I bought a knock-off North Face jacket (Or "North Farce" as we liked to call it). Oh, well. Rest in peace, Deushland Sweater.