Escape to myself

Well I’m lying in my top bunk ready to board my train to Paris later this morning and leave a chilly and dank Geneva. This hostel is terrible. It’s clean and the room is good but it’s so anonymous… like a big hotel with absolutely no atmosphere. 5 floors of anodyne corridors, an empty games room and you have to pay a deposit to play their games! It seems full of business people; No life, no vibe, no energy with generic hotel decor with lots of orange. It is characterless. And Geneva is horrifically expensive. 15 francs for breakfast!

However I awoke this morning feeling strangely optimistic about the future … head filled with plans for my return to Italy. It’s been a wonderful few weeks and Italy has given me new hope. I have a few hours in Paris before I catch the Eurostar to London. I don’t want to leave but I know in my heart this is a brief interlude … Italy is calling me. I’m already looking at taking proper intensive Italian courses. In Paris I shall wander the streets a little, recalling such happy times spent there just a few weeks ago exploring new places. Hopefully strikes will have calmed down a little. So despite not a little sadness … keep visiting my blog as I post my plans! … en avant avec courage!