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Verona and chewing gum

I planned nothing for Verona.

I forced myself to commit to a blank schedule.

I would get there, sleep, and see what happened. Continue reading

Slovenia’s only island

When I woke up I had more energy than I’d had for days. I was full of beans and excitement. My transport for my next two destinations was sorted, and I had a vague plan for how I was going to get from Konstanz to Paris. I had slept for almost twelve hours.

I showered and sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee with Nina.

“Thank you so much for yesterday. It really meant an awful lot to me how understanding and kind you were. I had hit burn out. But I feel so much better today. So thank you.”

“That’s OK. I just wish I’d known what to do…”

“You were perfect! You gave me a hug, you let me have some space in the evening, but most of all, you gave me an unending supply of muffins. You couldn’t have done more. Really. Thank you.” Continue reading