I’m so excited! I’m going on my first international flight in three weeks time. I’ve been counting down the weeks since I booked this trip six months ago. I’ll be flying from Adelaide to London with a stopover in Dubai. Is it strange that I feel emotional thinking about it? I can hardly contain my excitement. If it was socially acceptable I genuinely think I could just scream from the top of my lungs in joy. My itinerary is complex but I’ve put such thought into it. I’ll be flying to London first, where I will stay for two weeks with intermittent trips to Scotland and other parts of the United Kingdom. From London I will then be catching the EuroStar train to Paris. I’ll only be spending three days in Paris, but that’s ok. I have already booked all the tourist attractions I want to see, so I’ll be operating on a schedule. The Eiffel Tower and Catacombs are the two sites I am looking forward to the most.
After Paris I’ll be flying to Greece where I will be hopping onto an island boat tour. The boat tour goes for two weeks and I will be taken to several different islands where I will stay for a couple of days at each. Our last stop on the island tour will be Croatia. I’ll spend a few days there before flying to Albania. After Albania I will also travel to North Macedonia and up to Serbia. After finishing my Slavic scenic tour, I will fly to Germany for a week where I will visit my friend. She works in podiatry. Melbourne is where we both grew up but she met a guy and now lives in Hamburg. Her and I will then fly together to London where we will spend another week together. After that, we shall say our goodbyes and I will fly home. She’s begged me to buy flight compression socks. Apparently you can get blood clots when flying and I don’t want to take my chances.