Come along for the journey!

Come along for the journey!

Wednesday, 18 August 2010


Aged 14, Mum thought it might be adventurous for me to go stay with for three weeks with a guy who she'd met on a train in Italy. Ahhh the 80's, when you could leave your front door unlocked and anyone your parents age was your uncle and aunt. He was actually a great guy, a director of Italian TV, and Mum thought I might get a precocious foot in the door to television!?! Well, one of the highlights back then was sneaking a peek in the amphitheatre in Verona where Madame Butterfly was being performed. I was enchanted, but we couldn't stay.

Returning now, Neko and I hoped to have a romantic evening at the opera and fulfil my childhood longing. We started our day waking up contorted having slept in our lil' car at a truck stop somewhere in eastern Slovenia, and ended it eating at a Mitchelin star restaurant, staying at a boutique guest house, and watching Aida. An occasional treat.

I love that about us - we are as happy to slum it, eat street food, and people watch, or to dine fine, and rub shoulders with the hoi polloi….it's all the same to us, learning the secret of being content in any situation.

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