It feels like it was just last week that I was excited to be heading to North America and Europe for the summer. Goodbye crappy Melbourne winter; hello long days and warm nights in America, the UK and Europe. But sometimes the trip you day dream about can quickly become a nightmare and you just want out.
It was in London that I knew something was wrong, I just wanted to return to Melbourne despite the horrid rain which I knew would await me. I wanted my comfy room, crazy housemate and a normal schedule, instead of sharing a house with four other people and having no personal space to just be. I was even rethinking if I actually wanted to go to Spain, let alone run with the bulls despite the months of preparation.
All the sense of adventure had ebbed away and instead was replaced with something else – dread. I dreaded travelling to a new country with a new culture and new adventures. I was just going through the motions and not making the most of all the new experiences I was having, my Indiana Jones cap lost somewhere in transit. I just wanted somewhere with English speakers, or even a country with a language I could communicate in – French or Indonesian, heck I would have taken German. Most of all I wanted to be alone.
This year has had plenty of firsts but with all those firsts comes responsibility. I still have stories to share with you from when I visited Brighton in January, Kyoto in February, and Sydney in May, let alone share with you the stories of Pamplona and Girls Run with Bulls, or Winter Park/Fraser Valley. I’m behind on life and instead of getting stuck into it at this pace I’m barely treading water to stay on top of my commitments. This has to change.
This morning I was meant to be on a train to Nice, France for Bastille Day. I was going to spend the evening watching fireworks with Michael from Go See Write before both heading our separate ways; For me that meant heading onwards to Milan and Venice in Italy, a country I’ve been fascinated with and wanting to visit since I was 12-years-old.
So with a ticket from Barcelona to Valence in hand after queueing for five hours yesterday (no you did not mis-read me. I was in line for 5-hours!) I was raring to get my short French stop under my belt. But as we approached Valence it became clear that I wouldn’t make the connecting train to Nice. 30 minutes just wasn’t enough time to buy a new ticket and get onboard and with no other viable options until the next day. Instead of thinking through my decisions my frustration hit a high, the ticket woman was no help, and I irrationally made a decision to head back to where I began.
Really this may have been the best decision. My brain keeps telling me to work and my body wants me to stop and relax. Whilst I was looking up flights to Slovenia and Istanbul, cheap destinations where I could have a real ‘vacation’, if that is something I remember how to do, I didn’t consider the cheapest option of all. Returning to my second home, returning to London.
With the Olympics ramping up in the city the hustle and bustle will be at an all time high but so will the excitement and the number of things to do. Not only are the Olympics rapidly approaching but Visit Denmark has a huge display called IMAGINATION! along the Thames and Edinburgh is gearing up to host its Fringe Festival. So why not spend time in my second home to explore, catch up with friends and work, and be part of some of the great events happening in London this month.
I did start my Eurail pass meaning that I have two months to use it some more so the current plan is to use it for a few short trips on my way back to Australia for two-months; and whilst my plans to visit the country I dream of, Italy, have been spoilt again I do hope to make it there by the end of the year.
So watch out over the coming weeks as I catch up on all the adventures I’ve had this year, and for plenty of social media action about all the happenings in London at its most exciting!