After 51 days of travelling round the lovely mediterranean, I am finally sitting at home once again in the familiar surroundings of home and loved ones. Looking back to the beginning of my adventure, I cannot believe that I spent such a long time living out of a bag, washing my own clothes, and touring 3 different countries.
All this moving around has given me a deeper appreciation of family. Not just that I love them so much, but that halfway through the trip, I really did start to miss my noisy and midly dysfunctional family members. Yet on the other hand, I had enough sightseeing to keep me occupied and 2 wonderful friends who helped make the homesickness easier to bear.
Turkey was a land of surreal beauty. With the blue mosque and Hagia Sofia, white travertines of Pammukale, fairy chimmneys in Cappadocia and to the ancient ruins of Ephesus, the Ottomans certainly didn't disappoint. The only downside to the country were the humsup men who often found it fun to be cheeky. Turkey's probably not the best place to for a girl to be travelling alone.
The Greek islands then marked a turn in the trip - we got better food (no more lamb and more pork) and thoroughly enjoyed getting lost in the islands and watching the beautiful sunset at the islands each day. The islands were totally unreal with its quaint while buildings, tiny winding streets and blue windows. We couldn't miss the ancienct Mycynaesean Empire and the ruins of Corinth, Delphi and the hilltop churches in Meteora. The Greek gods must be proud of how much we enjoyed exploring their lands and their local snack-on-the-go, pork gyros.
La dolce vita, Italy, transported us to a different world altogether. From the fashion shopping frenzy in Milan to the Renaissance art and culture in Florence, we had a fantastic time occupying ourselves with a balance of ancient ruins in Pompeii and sculptures and paintings in the galleries. After discovering that there are a million and one permutations to the Madonna and Child and the Adoration of the Magi paintings, we weren't that excited about religious art anymore. Relief quickly came from the beach and breathtaking cliffside views at Cinque Terre and our amusement with the word "Alora" finally came to an end on the very last day in Italy when we found out its meaning.
Now it's back to the reality of daily life - whatever that may mean now since I'm school-less and jobless. I got up this morning to the rather foreign feeling of slacking. There is no more need to be looking for ways to get to the "centro storico" or figuring out where best to get a good local meal or worrying about being pickpocketed. It's good to be back with family and friends and it was even better seeing Flea, Syl, Nic and Gao yesterday. Not forgetting, thanks Gab for satisfying my fishball craving :)