Some of the kids had a particular thing against Churches. God was a fictional character, organised religion leads to war and strife, and didn't anyone realise that all this stuff is made up before they went and built such a big-arse place? That's what came out of one kid's mouth when he gazed up into St. Peter's Basilica.
I should note that most, if not all, of these kids have returned to Europe in the last ten years and posted photos of themselves on Facebook posing in all the usual tourist locations.
I have always figured that the best-loved tourist spots are probably famous for a reason. I like seeing in person the sights that I've only ever heard about or read about in books. Anyway, I never did get the rejecting societal norms thing. Going out of your way to do things differently from everyone else always seemed to me like a lot of work. Why not just do what you like, regardless of whether others do it too?
I embraced societal norms this weekend. I wandered about with a map in one hand and a camera around my neck. Among other places, I hit up Stephansdom. There were candles, big windows, and a shiny organ.
There were tourists, and there was much beauty. Afterwards, I prowled around the quieter backroads, and at lunchtime, I found myself in a small cafe. I didn't carry on any philosophical discussions, but I did engage in an intense internal debate over whether I was going to order the gulashsuppe or the club sandwich. Gulashsuppe won and is the new love of my life.