So today marks the first day of my three week Contiki tour of Southern Europe. If I was still in Europe that is. I warn you that this post will probably come out a bit whiny, but I swear that after it's all out, I will try my best to move on and get over myself.
So today I would be heading to Paris to start my tour that would take me through France to Spain, along the French Riviera, through Italy and finishing in Greece. I was looking forward to this tour soooo much. And not just because it took me to Italy, which is that place in Europe that I most want to go. It was the perfect tour for me (despite being with Contiki- which I was a bit wary of to start with). In all my research about tours, this was the only one that had the option to go to Pompeii in Italy, as well as all the other places that I want to go in Italy. I had finally booked and payed off this tour, after a lot of hesitation and wondering if I could even afford it, and was very excited.
But as you should all know, I'm no longer in Europe. I'm back in Australia. Which, of course, means I had to cancel the tour. So I still haven't been to Italy. I'm quite sad about not being able to do this tour, but I have to remember the reason I decided to come back to Australia. I'm so glad that I was able to see my Poppa again, and to spend a bit of time with him. He's still alive, but he's not very well at the moment, and we still have no idea of how much longer he'll live. Italy, and the rest of Europe, will still be there in 1, 2 or 5 years. My Poppa won't be. I'm glad that I came back to Australia, it's just when I'm sitting on the couch at my parent's place (where I now live) looking at a day of doing not that much (and staring into a week of not that much), it's hard not to be sad that I'm not travelling around Europe. It's hard not to be sad that I'm not living one of my dreams rather than sitting on the couch.
But as you should all know, I'm no longer in Europe. I'm back in Australia. Which, of course, means I had to cancel the tour. So I still haven't been to Italy. I'm quite sad about not being able to do this tour, but I have to remember the reason I decided to come back to Australia. I'm so glad that I was able to see my Poppa again, and to spend a bit of time with him. He's still alive, but he's not very well at the moment, and we still have no idea of how much longer he'll live. Italy, and the rest of Europe, will still be there in 1, 2 or 5 years. My Poppa won't be. I'm glad that I came back to Australia, it's just when I'm sitting on the couch at my parent's place (where I now live) looking at a day of doing not that much (and staring into a week of not that much), it's hard not to be sad that I'm not travelling around Europe. It's hard not to be sad that I'm not living one of my dreams rather than sitting on the couch.
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