Leaning into things

 

There was a moment when I was walking back from Lucca Railway Station when it finally hit me how extraordinary the trip I was undertaking really was. Bouncing up and down the UK by train and bus is one thing, but travelling across Europe alone is another task altogether. There are times when I doubt myself. Imposter syndrome, for wont of a better phrase, definitely applies.

There are days when it feels the cricket writing is far from the standard needed, and I will be asked to leave the press area. Although I nearly brought my ECB accreditation with me, it is that much a part of my travelling plans, so it can't be going too bad.

Sometimes, when you have done something way out of your comfort zone, it takes a while for the emotions to reset themselves and return to the safety of Lucca's renaissance city walls, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

This morning, I settled into my new surroundings, walking around the abovementioned walls and then just wandering around after being happy to get lost and find my way again. After a few days of sitting on trains and coaches, it was good to stretch the legs.

Lucca is a well-lived old place. The narrow streets somehow accommodate pedestrians, cars and bicycles and while it takes a while to get used to traffic appearing from all angles, you get used to it quickly.

The decision to go to Pisa was a last minute one knowing it was only the tower I wanted to visit and with limited time to visit the other places it felt like the right time. The leaning tower is one of those curious things but arent the only towers that lean as the towers in Bolongia reminded the world earlier this year when there was fears that they could topple.

These days the reason it seems people visit Pisa is for the photo opportunity that it offers and which James Acaster humoursly mocks in his Netflix special. I took my snaps and made my leave. It did feel good to be in a place that while famous many people will never get the opportunity.

It might have been for that reason that I couldn't stop sobbing. It defiantly wasn't tears of sadness even though I was thinking of friends. It was definitely unexpected and I'm still a loss as to why it happened. 

Everyting in Italy seems so big, the building tower over you and you feel so small. That may be part of the reason behind the churches which seem more imposing than their English counterparts. 

While that is the case this is the right trip at the right time and there is still so much to look forward to. Tomorrows job is to find out how to catch a bus and not get lost in the hills around Lucca as I venture in search of Irn Bru and ansestors.