But then it also feels like I have always lived here, in this white, Ikea furnished box. (see below)
Ferrara is gorgeous. A proper Italian town/city with a medieval centre where its very easy to get lost in the winding, cobbled streets. Doesn't it look like a film set?!
This is a photo from the day I arrived, with my dad. As per usual, when on holiday/anywhere with my dad, there was no time to sitting in the sun getting to know the Italian coffee because that would be too relaxing. So off we went to explore the place, map and camera in hand.
We walked the various 'walking routes' and then the next day, because that wasn't enough, we hired bikes and rode the length of the wall. To be fair it was really great and it meant I could work out my running route for the next 6 months *cough*cough*
With this path though, I might just have to...
Things I have done these two weeks:
-Crashed a bike into a wall.
-Vowed to never buy a bike as they are dangerous and awkward
-Bought a bike (Everyone rides bikes here, its like the Oxford of Italy)
-Eaten a strawberry and custard filled croissant at midnight
-Drunk copious amounts of Aperol spritz
-Seen a man propose to his girlfriend with a flash mob, whilst being filmed for tv. (I may have almost shed a tear)
-Eaten the biggest olive I have ever seen.
-Cooked pasta, under strict Italian instructions.
-Lived in a hostel, found an appartment, moved into an appartment FINALLY.
SOME PIXXXX !
Lucky me :)
