The night after the restaurant debacle had been interesting. Kitty had a bit of, let's say digestive discomfort and she was up a few times in the night. She admitted it was probably psychological, but she was still up four or five times to try and rid herself of the rank profiteroles.
The following morning we headed en masse down to the station. We went back through the impossibly long tunnel and split into two parties: to Monaco and Cinque Terre, to Brescia. When I say we split into two parties, everyone went the other way and I was the only one heading back towards the east.
I boarded my train and waved to my friends as we accelerated out of the station. It was a proper goodbye because I never saw them again. We kept in touch sporadically on the internet, but if you spend a month with someone and it's another month before you next speak to them, that's like your whole acquantaince all over again. It's not long before you realise that all you ever got to see was a snapshot of their lives.
I had a lot of time to ponder this on the train over to Brescia. I had to change at Milan - yep there again - and was in Brescia by early afternoon. I was in minor discomfort due to my interesting sunburn, so I arrived in 30 degree heat wearing my jumper so my backpack didn't chafe. I was roasting.
My host dad collected me from the train station and I had my first ride on a scooter. To date it's still my only ride on a scooter. Apart from nearly flipping off the back due to the incredible weight of my backpack, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. He took me to my host mum's work as she only had half an hour left on her shift. Then he went back to work.
It was so nice to see my family again. They are such wonderful people and I was glad I could spend more time with them. When I texted to ask them if I could come back, they said they had a surprise for me. I was intrigued to find out what this might be. I didn't have long to wait.
We were going for a weekend away in the campervan.
At this point I should just interject and say I don't really do camping. I like home comforts - running water, television, somewhere I can plug my laptop, and a proper toilet. Camping doesn't afford you these luxuries. Still I was going to be open-minded about my pending experience. I was touched that my fam were going over and above to give me the best time possible.
We were to go in a campervan that they'd borrowed off a friend as a kind of trial to see if they should buy one. We were also going to a different region of lakes. It was going to be epic.
So as I snuggled down in bed that night I was excited to be back and happy with my decision. Nearly. There was 1% of me that regretted the decision I'd made and wished I was in Cinque Terre. I ignored it and went to sleep.
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