Hello again, dear reader.
It's been a while, hasn’t it? Funny how time flies when you are holding a “Distinction” academic transcript in one hand and a Eurail Pass in the other.... But now, eight countries, fourteen cities and fifty days later, I’m finally back in Brisbane. And back to reality.
Yet, reality isn’t looking so bleak.
Backpacking alone across Europe was AMAZING, but forty days was enough to make me miss the one-to-one (and the only) bed-to-room ratio. Exploring a new city every few days was a dream-come-true, but after number fourteen, I was ready to settle in one where I could speak the first language. And although the local cuisine had me drooling like a St. Bernard, I started craving fruit and salad when my weight began to resemble our canine friend’s too...
And I’m actually extremely excited to get back into uni, exercise, study and routine. Ah yes, I can feel my OCD neurons firing up already. The promise of long hours of unpacking, arranging, rearranging, list-making and timetable-drawing is making me positively giddy with anticipation. And you think I’m being sarcastic.
In the midst of all that, of course, I will try to be more disciplined with my blogging. I have quite a few interesting stories to share with you, and even more photos – which luckily, I managed to save from a Venetian canal, but that is a story for another time!
So, stay tuned, dear reader. And stay dry.
