I went to the 50th Bologna Children’s Book Fair, and I thought if people were interested I’d do a write up. I’m writing them up in separate sections to make it easier. I can’t promise that it will make very interesting reading but this is my experience…
T R A V E L L I N G.
People kept telling me how very brave I was for embarking upon this trip alone, and I really didn’t understand what they meant until I was in the thick of it.
I flew from Bristol to Milan with Ryanair and was trapped in a window seat, by a group of non english speaking youths who were to the side, front and behind of me. I kept trying to work out who was dating who, but they all were all openly fondling and rubbing each other so it was quite impossible.
In Italy my suitcase was the first to come around that spiny-take-your-suitcase-quick-before-you-miss-it-and-goes-around-again-thing, which was some sort of miracle because mine is never first. I then caught a nice bus to Milan Central Station. I purchased a train ticket to Bologna from a rude lady who had fake snake skin patterned nails and skinny lips,
*1st sidenote - Milan Central Station is an incredible building*
I then ran to the train because it was moments from leaving. I seated myself amongst the hustle and bustle of my fellow travelees who all knew exactly what they were doing and where they were going, unlike me. Also, they all seemed to know one another and I was quite sure they were talking about me a lot of the time. Everyone was just so breathtakingly gorgeous, they all looked as though they could be modeling this high-end fragrance or those sexy underwears with their flawless complexions and dark eyes. I stood out in stark contrast with my pale slightly sweaty face, scared murky-green-pond eyes and un-model-like looks.