She said grab your “mochila” in her Spanish accent. I tossed in my Eurorail pass, some clothes, and a copy of Rick Steve’s European guidebook, and off we went! Sometimes, that’s all you need, a backpack with your lover (or as she called it, “una mochila”), filled with European dreams, crisscrossing through borders, and crowded into hostel rooms with new found amigos. Ah to be young and backpacking! Until then, I’ll be sipping on “Mochila,” exploring it’s various malts from Germany and Italy, while taking in its flowery dry-hop delights from German and Slovenian hops.