European! No I'm not!
From SGZ #7 and an early draft of AVLP

Some men give up on North America and decide to travel elsewhere, in the mistaken belief that going to a different country will mean they're no longer in the VLP. But the planet of the damned is everywhere, much like "God" and "McDonalds," and travellers soon discover that the only advantage of going abroad is that they get to watch TV that's been dubbed into a foreign language.(1)

Despite the risks of travelling somewhere different, sometimes you get the feeling you've got to run away. Sometimes you've got to get away from the pain women drive you to. The most popular of the remaining six continents is Europe,(2) the soothing aperitif that masterfully complements the four years of academic slavery necessary to receive a University Degree[TM]. Sophisticated European attitudes towards sex (bidets) and culture (paintings of nekkid women on non-velvet canvas) make men believe they'll be more likely to achieve a European union.

Package tours are popular, but often involve the "If this is Tuesday, I must be single" scenario. Other men prefer to chose their own adventures and explore Europe on their own, believing that there's no better aphrodisiac than an unshaven, unwashed, stinky man lugging around a spine-wrecking backpack with a Canadian flag sewed onto it. To make your vacation a uniquely enjoyable one -- regardless of the mode of transport -- here's the stuff that everyone else does to ensure bragging rights:

Day One: Sunday. Fly to France.
Day Two: Paris. Visit Jim Morrison's grave and realise that you will become much more popular after your death. Go to the Eiffel Tour. Get pickpocketed. Storm the Bastille. Shake your head and wonder how all these filthy Frenchmen manage to drive the women wild. Dip your baguette into melted chocolate while you try to think of a truly original Jerry Lewis joke.
Day Three: Belgium.
Day Four: Amsterdam. Spend much of the day contemplating whether or not to give the Red light district the green light. Enjoy the wonderful sightseeing, but if you see a leak, it's best that you don't plug any dykes.
Day Five: Prague. Beer is 40 cents a glass.
Day Nine: Vague memories of leaving Prague.
Day Ten: Lisbon. Try and meet some authentic Lisbians.
Day 11: Switzerland! Cause innumerable fist-fights by asking local residents for the correct time.
Day 12: Souvenir shopping day. Be sure to purchase at least one T-shirt that says, "Sex Instructor: First Lesson Free" and another that says, "Everyone needs to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer."