Milan in the Rain
I was excited. I was grateful. And, unexpectedly, I was a little heartbroken. After 32 years, I finally had the chance to return to Europe. It felt surreal to think that the little girl who once travelled here with her mum was now making the journey again, this time without her. That was probably the hardest part. This was the first holiday where I realised I couldn't be carefree in quite the same way anymore. I was genuinely happy to travel again, but there was also a quiet sadness that stayed with me throughout the journey. This trip isn't really about ticking off famous landmarks or chasing an endless bucket list. Instead, it's about reconnecting with family and friends who shared so many wonderful memories with Mum and have remained close to both of us over the years. There are a few special people I want to see and a handful of meaningful places I want to revisit. Beyond that, I'm happy to simply let the journey unfold. Well... except for Spain! I decided to sq...
