the (not so) mild days – part 2

The store I went to before entering the train didn’t quite have the single use spoon I was hoping to find, but it did have a fork. So I improvised on eating the Alpro protein puddings with a fork. I also did have more food items from earlier such as the vegan snack sausage I bought before the trip specifically for eating on this day (which I did at the circuit). The train departed some 15 minutes after the...

the (not so) mild days – part 1

Just over a month ago. Full exhaustion. Denial that yet another possibility of the current situation changing, a possibility I truly believed was possible, won’t be happening afterall. And that it would amount to nothing in such a cruel ghosting way? I don’t know why they ever bothered having multiple meetings with me in the first place, including a physical one if it was gonna end up like this? At one point I essentially decided: if it will keep...

Vi faccio entrare nel mio disordine – quinta puntata

Day 5 Earlyish wakeup to give myself a chance to have the hotel breakfast. But I wasn’t quite feeling like it. Instead I just took some time… waking up, getting the final things ready before check-out. Final watching of the TV where ofcourse they talked about Sanremo. I left just after 10am when breakfast ended, left the bags at the reception and went to explore Udine for a couple of hours. And I had a breakfast from stuff bought...

Vi faccio entrare nel mio disordine – quarta puntata

Day 4 This was the final morning in Bologna. I would’ve wanted to stay but this particular apartment wasn’t available for the additional night, so what I did was booking a night in Udine instead. This meant I would still stay in Italy but the travel time back would be split a bit between days 4 and 5, since Udine is a lot closer to Croatia than Bologna. Before the check-out I made sure I left no mess behind,...

Vi faccio entrare nel mio disordine – terza puntata

Day 3 The previous night I was still deciding how should I go about this day. Would it be the ‘Modena first’ or the ‘Maranello first’ plan, meaning to which Ferrari museum I’d go to first. The plans had slight differences in time that would be left for either place, and ofcourse in the timetables of the respective public transport I needed. The ‘Modena first’ plan had a slightly later wake-up time. I went with that plan. Early wake-up...