I’ve now been abroad and on the road for over three weeks and I am starting to feel pretty tired and homesick. Not counting day trips to Asti and Magenta, Treviso is my ninth stop on this trip. I’ve seen as much new stuff as I can handle for a while and I am getting tired of all the pasta and pizza, and need some old fashioned Australian junk food.
After walking around great distances each day I am footsore and weary. I still have a day left on my euro rail pass but I can’t find the energy to use it to hop on a train to Venice from Treviso station.
Two more sleeps and I’m on a plane home. I find I’m looking forward to it.
As an aside, I brought eight books over with me in my luggage to read on the train or in those hours when my legs will not carry me any further and it is still too early for dinner (that is, the restaurants are yet to open). I’ve read and jettisoned all eight, so today, just when my weariness means I need books more, I have had to go and buy from the limited English language selection at the bookshop at Treviso station (I’m not going to bother making the effort to read in Italian unless it’s Moravia or Calvino).