Hey. My name is Lucca. I live upstairs from you... This is the song that is continously played in my head as I spend a few days in this little town between Firenze and Cinque Terre. Lucca is famous for its intact Renaissance-era city walls surrounding the city, and this is broad enough for a road on top of it. People here go for walks, jog, cycle and relax in the parks. I love this town and there are many small streets with interesting shops and restaurants. I'm sure there's a lovely church somewhere, but I just can't be bothered. I haven't recovered from my flu and take is slow, spending most of my day in the park, reading, relaxing, listening to music and taking pictures of green leaves and flowers.

I stay on the second floor (me and Lucca) of a good restaurant. I get my own key and go in the kitchen way, which is quite a new experience. The room is small but sufficient and faces the courtyard behind the restaurant. In the evening I can hear the kitchen staff talking and going out for fags.

My cough is getting worse and my muscles and joints are aching. My mother and I have decicded to go to Peru, so this is a new turn in my travel plans. I get a flight to Spain so we can get organized for the trip and I can recuparate.

I wow to finish my Italy trip at a later opportunity.

Once in Spain I am in a state of coma for a week, doing absolutely nothing. Then we get going with plans for Peru. We read up about the different places we want to visit, and spend a lot of time in the internet cafe, making reservations for trains, flights and hotels. My mother gets a travel insurance, a new backpack and anything else she might need. By the time we leave for Peru we have everything booked and mapped out ahead of time, which is a first for me.