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On the main traveling trip to France, these were the main stops.
- Normandy
- Brittany
- Castles of the Loire
- Brussels
- Toulouse
- Lyon
- Marseille
On my maps here is the itinerary.
But transalpine I have been several times, both solo and in company; both by public transport and by car and I have also visited
- French Riviera
- Principality of Monaco
- Provence and Camargue
- Paris
I was in Alsace for a weekend where I also stopped in Germany and Switzerland.
Leave engaged and return single
In August 2010 I had been steadily coupled for three years, and it was largely my record.
Even now I still feel affection and have beautiful memories of the time with such a valuable person; we had so much in common and she was one of the best travel companions. On this trip that I took solo, with plenty of time to myself (15 days), I discovered that I was craving heartbeats and strong emotions.
It was decisive an exchange of text messages, we never spoke on the phone, in which she asked me if I missed her, and there I realized that in fact no, I did not miss her. On my return after a couple of weeks I left her. The following year I was hit by a cyclone of feelings and came out with broken bones, but there is no point in thinking about whether or not you are wrong when you make certain momentous turning point decisions, you just made them.
In previous summers we had taken nice trips together, though not very long ones, and many smaller tours; having more possibilities than her (who also had relatives scattered all over Italy to visit), it had also happened to take small trips with friends and a brother, but this time it would be different and definitely longer. Due to work issues she could not move at all while I had initially decided to spend my two weeks of vacation on a course that would allow me to become a national basketball coach. I was not admitted (in hindsight it was fortunate), and so I chose to go back on one of my traveling tours of Europe.
During a traveling trip, feeling trapped in a sleeping car
I left Verona combining a solo trip with a couple’s weekend. By train I took an interminable overnight sleeper trip to Paris. I resolved that I would not repeat such an experience. Thereafter, the overnight trips I took were always in an armchair and not in a bunk. All things being equal in uncomfortableness, I prefer not to feel imprisoned, and in fact I always got enough sleep.
When I took my seat and saw below me a distinguished lady of a certain age, I thought she would be lucky, fearing the rudeness of my companions. Instead, she was just the worst. She turned out to be extremely noisy, all night long making sounds and more from every possible opening in her body. It was impossible to sleep and soon I felt as if I lacked air.
Moreover, I felt trapped because to get off I would wake everyone up, and my sometimes excessive solicitude toward others this time fueled the nightmare. Finally dawn broke, and still there would be time to get some rest, but there came the other two, a couple who produced themselves in a frantic in/out of the cabin. Arriving in Paris I felt reborn and headed straight for Normandy, again by train.
Next stop Normandy Beaches, finally getting there
Trips taken, travel stories divided by continent
Countries visited in my travel stories
Anecdotes, divided by type in travel narratives
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