A visit to the land of My Love. Part 1

I decided to pay a visit to the land of My Love (aka Jules) last weekend. I was falling into my usual self-destructive patterns of thinking too many negatives, distancing myself from the truth of the matter and scattering my thoughts, like fallen stars, all over this holy earth thus losing touch with my core. 

This trip was booked on a whim, not my whim, but that of Mr Mac (my beloved laptop); he chose to take it upon himself to book my flight/hotel to Torino, Italy - I do not lie, this story I tell is true. Having been slapped by internet reality, I called Jules to tell him I was coming to town that Friday and that it would be great if we could meet... he tells me that he will not be in town until the Sunday! Of course I tell myself "but why would he be there? that is just your luck! he doesn't care about you!", the nerves take over and I am lost even further down the path that is my insecurity...

My flight and hotel were booked, I would be in town alone, there was not much I could do but embrace the moment and enjoy myself. As soon as I woke-up the day of my departure, I was beyond excited - anything to get out of yucky London! I love flying to Torino as the pilots tend to fly low and you get to see some amazing views: the white cliffs of Dover, the Normandy beaches, Paris, Geneva and its lake, and lastly the Alps... Mes montagnes! The thrill of being on this little adventure of mine was getting stronger, I was feeling independent and free-spirited, strong and confident. I landed in Torino to find the weather to be just the right amount of delicious: bright & warm. I strolled through the streets for over an hour, getting myself lost then finding my way; a veritable cocktail of the unknown and the dreamed about. I arrived at my hotel, showered, air-dried while lying on the lovely crisp white bed sheets, listening to my tunes while gazing at the sunset over Torino's Baroque scenery... No thoughts.

I then wondered the streets of the Quadrilatero looking for somewhere to grab a bite and guzzle down some wine, recognizing street corners and rubbish bins (I kid you not), ultimately landing in a restaurant where V & Maki and I had dinner on one of my previous visits. The whole concept of eating alone, especially as a woman, is very weird one - I think people think you have been stood-up, they have pity on you and as a result, are super attentive. I had a waiter and a waitress, both so very friendly and laid-back (such a contrast to the London vibe). My phone then rings... It's Jules... He's in town...

...To be continued...