Not sure how to put this but I sort of wanted to stay here. All along the walkways inside this hotel were the voices…taped of course…. of Monks singing. Something…and I’m not getting religious here…but something descended on me. It wasn’t mystical it was just a sense of relief and peace and being connected to myself and all I love. I know I have to move on but I loved it here. I wanted to stay. I bathed and sauntered out to the cloister bar and ordered Pizza…yes Pizza…and tomato’s salad. how disgraceful, I was starving…..and wine of course…? I didn’t get anywhere but I did reflect on the world…..
Best of all I was in time for the post office!!! I threw my boots and at least 7 tops into a scraggy poly bag…all I had…and sauntered off back over the bridge to the post office. I seemed to wait an age whilst the Posty dealt with 2 ageing cyclists with their helmets on…aren’t we all ageing??
“Poor favor Signor… “I start. But he looks at me and understands and proceeds to pull out a cardboard box. I fit everything in as he keeps asking if there are any sprays or aerosols….NO I say. and with that, He asks me do I want it tracked…NO…not necessary and my address is written on in biro…off it goes…that easy…I think? No time limit, no questions, no fuss and 23 euros. Gone! I’m elated. I will zip my case easily now. No jumping on the hard top smearing it with insect repellant and sun cream just to close the darn thing!! Success. That made the pizza and wine taste so much better!!
I slumber into my bed….mmmmmm