Italian to Slovenia. A bus this time.

The Italian mountains are so beautiful. I remember when I used to think the mountains would fall on us when we drove through them when I was younger lol. I’m so happy rn they probably could and I wouldn’t mind.

There is a little town below the mountains. I want a house there.

OH MY mountains my biffy Clyro just came on. So many signs on this trip.

Think I just saw the tallest man ever. I was hitting my head of stuff of the bus so I’d hate to think how he managed.

Smile at a women in the chemist in Villach, hauptbanhof. See a water fountain in the shop and think class. Go and and see if she will fill our water up. She says no. I go back and say she was mean and then Mildred points out there is literally a free water tap infront of me. No wonder she said no. Silly me.

Read books outside station.

Mildred and Cs go and get some dinner before the train.

I like getting the texts saying we are all in all the different countries.

I’ve let Mildred and C pick my dinner tonight. I’m intrigued to see what they bring back. Update: a solid choice was made and cheap.

There is a drunk man with a sausage dog. We avoid the drunk man but I stroke the sausage dog. He’s just walks so happily eeeek. The little bum wiggle.

This is a cool train. It feels like I’m that girl from the Durrells when she goes to Europe and sits with lots of people from different countries. Excepts its only the 3 of us in the carriage and I want it to stay that way right now.

The carriage feels quite bitey. Lots of ankle slapping.

Leche bled. It smells so fresh. And so calm.

Hostel is very chill. Sharing a room with a couple others.

“If something is good, tell your friends. If something isn’t right, tell us, so we can fix it.” Good house rules.