In 1968, young Tom Murphy left the small farming community of Willard Kansas. The nineteen-year-old college dropout decided that before going to Vietnam, he wanted to see the world. So, he packed some clothes, threw a rucksack over his shoulder, shoved four hundred dollars into his jeans and headed to Europe for a three-month journey. As Tommy hitchhiked through Europe, he saw the sights while he slept in hostels, in open fields, train stations, river barges, in the caves of Crete, and on the rocky beaches of the Costa del Sol. He survived the riot police in Paris, scorpions in France, wolves in Belgium, secret police in Yugoslavia and the notorious Federales in Spain. He met many interesting people during his travels, but one he remembered the most. To extend his trip and make some spare cash, he worked at a café in Lisbon, a factory in Hamburg, and a caterer in London. Fourteen months later, he returned home to the small town of Willard a changed person, from a boy to a man. His last trip before entering the army was to pay homage at Woodstock, the three days of peace and music. But he could never get her out of his mind... until a chance encounter many years later and ...