There are bizarre days when it catches you buy surprise just where you are and how you ended up there.
Had anyone told me four years ago that I would end up sitting at a café in Sicily trying to remember if a dessert term translates to “hazelnut” or “chocolate” in Italian, I would have laughed in your face. Yes I was finished school, I had opportunities but in reality I was an unemployed actress masquerading rather miserably as a retail clerk.
Not a happy woman deep down.
And now I’m sitting here…listening to “Singing in the Rain” being sung with a distinctly Italian accent…eating dessert…in the shadow of a historic bell tower.
Life is really so random.
That said, I’ll be glad to get home. Travel is addictive and I have such a lucky life. But home? In any language, home always feels better.
I love those sorts of days Lol! The number of times I’ve looked at the Liver buildings and thought ” How the bloody hell did I get here?!” It’s bizarre ,but it does make you ralise just how lucky you are that fate stepped in and shoved
As Aunty Sue says, it was a good shove