This morning we had to catch a bus at 4.30 to get to the ferry on time, which means that I stayed up all night talking to my aunt. It was nice, but now I feel more dead than alive. And tonight we’re supposed to party, well, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve fallen asleep in a bar (without drinking alcohol, mind you!)
I took a photo of all the stuff in my handbag. Can you see what’s missing? Yes, that’s right: the phone. It seems impossible to travel without forgetting one crucial item somewhere along the way. Years ago I forgot the keys to my English flat in Spain, and when I arrived I couldn’t get in because my flatmate had gone to London for the weekend. Another time I lost my passport in a night club, and recently my glasses somehow ended up in the lost and found box on the ferry.
By the way, a lot of this stuff is just wonderful (yey, listen to the materialist): there’s the tastiest energy drink, the most delicious chocolate, the best lip balm and a wonderful wonderful journal from moleskine.