Just got back

from visiting family in Italy and it was amazing. It deserves about 5 separate entries as I have so so much to write about so this one will really just sum up how I'm feeling about things at the minute. First of all though, I don't have a phone. The screen's broken and, being a touchscreen, that causes big problems. Due to the incessant beeping, people have still been texting me so if you are one of those people, soz but I haven't got your messages.

Anyway, Italy. My auntie lives in a beautiful city named Barga in Tuscany and much of the holiday was spent sat on my favourite piazza drinking wine and writing, going to a different church everyday and feasting on the best food in the world. Met a lot of lovely people, 4 of which are actually from the town that I spend my summers in in Spain, which was funny, but most were obviously Italian. Ate a lot of Nutella ice cream and did a lot of walking and writing in my journal. (Blogs to follow will be about the opening of a restaurant, the night market, the Barga festival, the cathedral and the medieval prison that I was lucky enough to visit :))

So yes, it was wonderful but one thing it has made more plain than ever to me is that I cannot possibly spend the rest of my life in England. I hate it. I hate the weather, the food, the cities (the Northern Quarter in Manchester is just about bearable), most of the people, everything. I don't want to be stuck in a country like this for the rest of my life. I want to travel around the world.

I want to drink snake blood and go to the piercing and vegetarian festival in Thailand, I want to go to Vatican City in Rome, I want to go to festivals in Mexico and Croatia, I want to learn Greek dancing, I want to ride elephants, I want to meet people of every colour, religion and background that exists, I want to try foods that most people don't even know exist, I want to work with orphans in Africa and India, I want to do everything, I want to be covered in tattoos with hair down to my bum and a tan to die for and none of that can happen in England. Next week I'm off to Spain for 3 weeks and then I have to stay in England for a year (moving to Salford to study English at university) but for my second and third year I'm hoping to study abroad (Italy!) and after THAT I am free as a bird to fly wherever the wind takes me and nothing and nobody can stop me.