While my mum and Lisa went shopping for leather gloves, we decided to get the most out of the good weather and walk up into the hills. It was weird to walk past the flat I used to stay (yes, with the horribly dirty host family!) and the memories all came flooding back of when I used to walk up to the Forte di Belvedare to watch the sunset and write my travel journal.
An astonishing coincidence took place during the two-hour walk — I ran into an old school friend who I hadn’t seen for ten years. It turned out that she was on holiday in Italy for four days before heading back to Hong Kong. We didn’t see anybody else on the walk. SPOOOKY!!