I just reread Amsterdam and I love the memories it brings back. Time travelling backwards, reading my blog. I guess that is the point of it really, maybe one day when I am in my rocking chair and my biggest trip is now within a driving miss daisy distance, then I will pick up my printed blog book and time travel backwards and I will remember what I know now, that I am indeed a lucky girl.
As I time travelled through my blog I wondered why I didn’t finish the trip off. After Amsterdam we went to Paris and we watched the best game of rugby I have been too, the quarter final between Ireland and ALL Blacks. The atmosphere was amazing, the sea of green in the squishy singing train, the tense exciting game, the slow trip back to the hotel but that’s about it really. I must of been blogged out or maybe as happens had dumb internet, or maybe i was too busy. I shall never know because just like the forgotten eggs at the supermarket trip I didn’t write it down.
Anyway enough of the history and to the here and now. We are flying Emirates this time around and I sit here 11 hours down with nearly 6 hours to go, the flight to Dubai truly deserving the name long haul. WH is watching yet another movie as time ticks monotously on and I try to quell my restlessness by beginning to write.
I have been to Rome before. On our very first trip to Europe about 20 years ago. WH got accousted at the airport by a “secret police” with a gun. In terms of time travel backwards I remember every detail of that incident even though it wasn’t written down. It still remains firmly etched in my small brain bank of scary travel tales. On that trip we spent two days exploring the eternal city before joining the never to be repeated bus tour through Europe. I loved it, the city that is not the bus tour, and vowed to come back. We did go back in 2022 when travel finally opened up again and just before we arrived I managed to get Covid so spent the majority of the days and nights set aside to explore the city, inside my hotel room.
So here we are, or actually: another 6 hours, then 4 in Dubai then 7 hours on another plane, and then “here we are” third time lucky in Rome. Can’t wait to share it with you.