Turin / Torino, Italy
I had never intended on visiting Turin. But after 47 hours on the Eurail I arrived thinking it was Milan and planned only to spend the night.
At 8am the next morning I was ready to trudge on but my ticket agent explained with my Eurail pass it was faster to wait until the afternoon and take the express train first class.
With a free day ahead of me I decided this would be my only chance to discover Turin. And then I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
I used to love walking around cities just taking photos but had lost the feeling along the way. Deciding to end my nomadic lifestyle a few days ago reinvigorated me and I was looking forward to wandering the city for the day.
Turin isn’t the most beautiful city in the world or the most interesting but I will always remember it for reminding me why I love travel.
Seeing old men walking down the street in berets.
Flower stalls – I always think when I go home I’ll buy fresh flowers too. I never do.
Food markets seem so much more interesting when the signs are in a foreign language.
Statues of brave men on horses that I know nothing about.
Architecture and transportation seem so much more interesting.
Graffiti that needs no translation, it’s just funny.
I had a great day doing absolutely nothing, it feels really good to get back to that mindspace again.