I woke up this morning with that feeling. “I am going to another country tomorrow”. I am not a great traveller, and there have been very few times when I have been a proper tourist. This time I am. Museums. Towers. Statues. Fountains.
I always think of the double life when I am away. This time it will be particularly acute because Big Friendly is staying, manning the post, animal sitting, being my love at home. But I am excited abut the shift in perspective that being somewhere else brings. For 12 days I will life that other life.
And I will take photos, wear winter clothes, walk in boots, sleep in strange beds, go on trains, talk to people who I will never see again, look at things millions and millions of people have seen and written about. And I will come back home. The same person; only…different.