17.1.11
Well, I’m back doing the longest journey ever, and it’s bringing so many memories back! This time I flew from Manchester, and so I slept at the girls’ house last night and Vicky drove me to the airport at a very early 4.15 this morning (thanks Viclarrr)!
No delay on the flight, just a delay of my brain from tiredness, so bought a huge breakfast at the airport and just sat for a couple of hours before boarding the flight.
I was sat in a window seat, next to a young couple who were obviously going to Rome for a holiday. For some reason I was really envious of them, because they were all excited, like I should have been, but instead all I could feel was dread. I know this is really ridiculous, but even now as I am sat in Roma Termini waiting for my train, I can’t help but feel anxious for my return. I know the same people will be there, the people who made my 3 months fantastic, but I have had such an amazing time in England, I fear I am going to be really homesick over this next week, and then I have to plan my move to Madrid, in a very scary 3 weeks time!
There really is nothing for me to complain about, the weather here today is glorious, sunny and warm and I managed to get to the station with an hour and a half to spare for the cheap train (15 Euros as opposed to 30) so I have saved a bit of money (thank god, since I paid another £45 for the change of my flight). I am currently sat having an Americano in the cafe me and Gema often come to when we are in Rome, and I know I am extremely excited to see her, and all the other Erasmus, so I am trying to convince myself to stop feeling this sicky dread, as it is really stupid!!!
On the flight today I managed to stay awake (i was bloody freezing!) and the view was breathtaking! I’m not sure which mountainous area it was (since my geography skills are shocking), but we flew over a huge section of mountains, and I felt like we were so so close to them, so they must’ve been very high, it was incredible! (almost worth freezing my bum off on the plane!) Once I was off the plane, my suitcase came round first again, (they obv like my blue case in Italy), and I headed off to find the bus (cheap option again but much longer than the train). Every time I have had to get to or from the airport I have tried to find this bus, and this is the first time I have managed it (bit annoying since this is the last time I’ll be doing this journey), but I was well pleased with myself!
Sitting here for the final time, I suppose it has been an amazing experience. I now can get planes, trains, buses and find my way round big cities without too much trouble. I can now carry three suitcases that probably weigh around the same as I (used) to weigh and you know what, I suppose I am quite proud of myself when I look at it like that. I’m sitting in this cafe, and I am listening to all the Italian people around me, and it is making me realise that actually yes, I do like living here, and yes, the language is beautiful. And yes, I am doing a degree in this and I need to perfect my language skills. So, here’s to the next three weeks and the adventures they bring!
A presto!
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