So here I am.
Well. In that photo I’m in Venice. It’s sunset on a chilly day just two days ago, and I’m standing near the Piazza San Marco. I’m blisteringly happy. Can you see that?
Right now, right this second, I’m in a hotel room in Florence. Craig is futzing about and I can hear … a dump truck? Some sort of vehicle lumbering and reversing outside the window. I am blisteringly happy.
This trip has been amazing. Astounding. Everything I hoped it would be. Things have gone wrong, naturally, but they’ve almost added to the charm.
Everywhere has been cold. Apart from Prague which was so hot I had to panic-shop for shorts & shirts as I thought I might die. Of course the next day it was freezing in Venice and it has been pretty temperate ever since. So I guess that shows me. The days of rain in London and Berlin and the ice-wind of Edinburgh in-between left me with a raging head cold. But I bought German medication (I have my fingers crossed it contains pseudoephedrine but it’s all in German so old be anything!) and have coughed & hacked my way across Europe. Charming.
Internet has been pretty non-existent (in NZ we may have ridiculous speeds and data caps but at least we have near ubiquity) but honestly I’ve been rather busy with the food and the drink and the touristing.
I think I hate Florence just a little (not really! Love you Florence!) for being our penultimate European stop. I am not ready to get back to ‘real’ life*. But this trip is incentive for saving. I want to get back to Europe as soon as I possibly can. NZ may have my roots but I left my heart over here years ago.
Tomorrow we have a date with Michelangelo’s bibliotheca, the Uffizi, and, if we have time a taxidermy museum near the Boboli Gardens … What? It’s not that weird.
Oh but when I get back to New Zealand and get my head back together and unpack (oh god, the unpacking) then there will be stories and photos. Oh yes, there will be many stories and many many photos.
* nor am I ready to work off the metric tonne of gelato-weight I am sure to have acquired.