The final two days at my stay in the oh so posh hostel along the coastline of Italy were some of my finest. At night I was one of the regulars, meeting new arrivals as they found the hostel bar all while having a good old banter with the manager and staff as we partied away into the wee hours of the morning together.
During the day I ventured to Sorrento where the tourists mingled and around Sant’Agnello where the only traffic on the sidewalk was a locals dog and some kids heading home from school. The food was good, the sun warmed my soul and the views left me speechless. If I’d have died here, well it would have been hard to work out where earth ended and heaven begun.
The only let down was some rough seas that cancelled my day trip to Capri and the surrounds. I substituted with a walk down to a beach only locals visited where I could relax. Wading around in the water I spent hours there, just me and my thoughts to reflect on the ending of a grand solo backpacking journey around Europe.
In my blissful state over these final days I even managed to finally hit purchase on that flight from Naples to London. There was no nerves like there had been days before and like when I was buying that one way ticket to Paris that got me started.
I’d just backpacked through 13 different countries all over Europe and I was confident. I was no longer that shy computer nerd that chose to stay in rather than go out with friends, I didn’t shy away from talking to people and most of all I was happy just being ME.
As I packed my gear to head back to Naples for my final day in Europe I was the most independent and content I could ever have been. I was excited to see London and forge a new life miles from my home and family. I missed them of course but if I was to really prove to myself that I can do anything, then I needed to conquer London.