I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring...
Do you ever wake up and think, how on earth did I end up here? I’ve very recently just come back from a camping trip in a place called Kakadu in the Northern Territories, going down rivers spotting crocodiles and trekking up to find the most incredible lookouts. And if you’d told me I’d end up here at some point in my lifetime I’d say you were joking, however, I went to a psychic once, and she told me I’d end up in a very hot country with a little dog which is going to be very close to the truth! (Thought she was entirely barking though, especially the dog part because I’ve always loved cats but… yeah more on dogs next time #exciting).
Life is full of swings and roundabouts, some people know exactly where they're headed, but I’ve never had that affinity to a simple life. This probably explains the 38 countries my “been” app has reminded me I’ve visited, but hey a life well-travelled is a life well lived and I wouldn’t change a thing about it. I’m not sure how this all began really but ever since I can remember I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged anywhere. I was born in the UK, raised in Australia, my mum’s side is Irish, my dad’s Italian and I’ve practically lived out of a suitcase a good third of my life perhaps? Perhaps this has made me want to explore as much as I have.
My first experienced travelling was when I was a child visiting my family in England growing up. My first memory was coming over in the summer for my aunties wedding, and I thought it was absolutely the best place ever. I remember being swung around in the garden by my uncle, eating dinner in the garden, going for walks in the countryside and stirring my ice-cream into a drink with my cousin hoping that this could be life forever. A little later on we visited in the winter and travelled over to see dad’s family in Airola, a small town close to Naples. That for me was the biggest culture shock, living on a farm, eating ox tongue and feeding the pigs after dinner. I still remember saying to my sister “we should have a mud party here,” not entirely sure this was ever a “thing”. This was also the place where dad bought me my first pair of leather boots and I'm pretty sure that's when I fell in love with shoes. On the way home, we went via Rome and my sister, and I had the choice to see the Colosseum or have McDonald's with our cousins. My sister chose Maccas, and till this day I’ll never let her live it down. I chose the latter and my god I think it was then I realised there’s a whole world worth seeing. I was only 8 and being so small and amongst a building so large and unlike anything I’d ever seen before, well I have no words for that feeling, seeing the Great Wall of China came close to it though.
(Me and my family at my Aunt's wedding)
Well, I’m going to leave it there today because I’ve got an evening eating dinner under a fairy-lit tree to attend too but I think in my next post I’ll continue with my favourite places in the world and where I’d still like to end up one day. X