I’m not really sure why I called this series the Great Escape- I suppose it was because I wanted to have a change from London. The crime, grime (music and/or dirt) and lack of limes had worn away at me.

Alternatively, some may look at my fast paced walk to the plane as being indicative of me wanting to run away. This was also true- exams, women and the responsibilities of having 300 followers on Instagram had all taken their toll. Two of the struggles are temporarily over but alas one lives on; I’ll let you decide which one.

I learnt many lessons on this adventure- probably the most important of these was to let out my inner Italian a little more. You see, although loud and sometimes a little raucous; they are some of the kindest and warmest people I’ve ever met. Thats a thing about London- people don’t ever smile at each other. Apart from old women, they love that. In Italy, everyone smiles at everyone- it’d be safe to say that even murders or arson are conducted with some kind of grin.

Either way- Italy was one of my favourite places. The air as cleaner, the people smilier and snow ever present (apart from summer)- perhaps it’s an indication that I should become a mountain man/ ski instructor/ snow leopard in the future.

Do you need a degree for that?

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