This morning was a bit of a struggle, I think I may have heard Ralf leave the flat just before 6AM when it crossed my mind that I might try and slip straight into a normal routine by getting up and going for a walk/jog. It took all of about 45 seconds of my body having a seriously good laugh at my brain for me to slip straight back into a blissful and solid sleep. Waking with a bit of a start at 11:30AM I realised I'd missed the window for early morning exercis...

Well it's been a few days since I left and to be honest as I sit here, at an espresso bar in Schrannenhalle, I'm already struggling to recall all that has happened. Saying goodbye to Nonna was without doubt the hardest part, I challenge anyone to not get teary when faced with a weeping ninety-six year old woman who's convinced she's saying goodbye to her grand daughter for the last time... and breathe. The flight over was as good as it possibly could have been, ...