Vienna, in parts, is exactly what I imagine it would be like to live in Lewis Carroll's head, or at least the times when he's thinking about the Queen of Hearts. There are hedges trimmed into perfect circles, rose gardens a-plenty and each blade of grass surrounding them seemingly cut to the same exact length. All this plus palatial buildings coming out the yahtzee.
Having said that I doubt a Scottish boy locking himself in the shared bathroom of a hostel and spending an hour wailing, crying, shouting and punching the walls was something Lewis thought about very often and yet this is what I got to experience on my last night there. Lucky me. It's possibly the first time I've ever been genuinely scared that I'll wake up in the morning and find a dead body. The joy of rooming with strangers.
Having said that I doubt a Scottish boy locking himself in the shared bathroom of a hostel and spending an hour wailing, crying, shouting and punching the walls was something Lewis thought about very often and yet this is what I got to experience on my last night there. Lucky me. It's possibly the first time I've ever been genuinely scared that I'll wake up in the morning and find a dead body. The joy of rooming with strangers.
Budapest and Berlin are battling for favourite place but our room in Rome (which I have just arrived at after 15 hours on a train... niiice) makes me feel like a chambermaid from the 1800's (absolutely tiny but with elaborate coving and ostentatious lampshades). I like when I can pretend to be a character from a novel no one has written yet.
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