Travelling teacher

After my whirlwind tour of Italy a few weeks ago, I was left with a craving for more, so set off to Naples/Napoli for the weekend. I had Pompeii still on my bucket list and was  eager to cross it off. So I booked flights, accommodation, and a tour, sussed out the transport from the airport to the hotel and felt ready to go. That is, at least until I received a voice mail the day before the tour to say it had been cancelled.    There are many advantages to travelling off peak, things are cheaper, easier to book, often times the temperatures are more agreeable, and places aren't as busy. The only problem is that, on occasion, things lack in people to the point where they're cancelled, usually fairly last minute, and usually after I've spent hours finding the perfect fit for me. It's happened a couple of times, and nearly happened a couple more. All of that to say I was now left to sort my own activities, and feeling a little apprehensive with my all of five Italian ...

As I write this, I find myself sitting in a seat on a Ryanair flight, headed for Nice. To my left, a mother sits between two overindulged children, of whom my only thought is "Glad they're not in my class." To my right, a couple who seem oblivious to basic social etiquette surrounding PDA. I catch myself in my state of overly judgmental opinions and wonder if this is what being 26 and losing the last youth discounts does to one. Yep. I'm definitely blaming it on the extra three weeks' life experience. My birthday Last blog post was the eve of my birthday. It was snowing and I was feeling optimistic about a snow day in the morning. It was not to be, however. I was instead greeted to a package from my boarding family and a surprise cake, neither of which I was expecting but both thoughtful gestures I appreciated.  The following day I went into London to meet up with a friend who had made me the most glorious Black Forest cake I have ever tasted, the remain...