Once upon a time, two little girls decided to take a sleeper train from Rome to Venice. What would have been one of the most lovely experiences yet (it really was) quickly turned into a journey of fear and panic.
…okay clearly my story-telling skills need some brushing up after months of non-writing (boo finals), but this isn’t a horror story I promise.
You know how every time before you embark on an epic travel adventure to leave your mark on the big, big world, your mother would suddenly burst into your room, wild worry etched upon every fine line on her face, demanding you to double-check your insurance plan, compartmentalise your money into separate pouches and purses until you don’t even know where it all is anymore, and oh – bring more toothbrushes?
Well. She’s right.