Originally Posted by
DENchick
A dinner of a vending machine cheeseburger well after midnight marked the low night of my grad school career.
If you could afford to eat meat, then grad school was good to you
My friend and I spent our last peseta on cheese sandwiches and beer from a Barcelona vending machine. Too bad we missed the last train out of town that night and there was no place to change money. That was a very long night in the rain - but we did have beer
