Travel fever is one thing, but when it’s combined with actual fever the problems start. Especially if it is the last days before a trip for a year and packing process is on its hottest peak.
A thought to leave had been tempted us for quite some time, and life situation for both of us seemed to support the idea. I guess you could call us impulsive persons – a good example was one hangovery afternoon after my birthday party, when we started to crave for Burger King hamburgers. Those ones you cant get from Finland, so we decided to get them from Sweden. An hour later we were on a ferry on our way to Stockholm. Another good example is our weddings, which we organized in less than a month. We had known each others for 3 months then…
Anyhow, life in Helsinki started to get a bit boring for us and we wanted to brake free. A few weeks of frantic organization and off we went. We booked the cheapest tickets the furthest in Europe we could find – and landed in Bergamo, Italy.
Since we are travelling on a serious shuestring budget, our accommodation is based on Couchsurfing – as much as we can. So in Bergamo a nice young Stefano was waiting for us and take us to his home. Since my teeth had been acting like weird music instruments and my shivering had been rocking the whole seat row, I knew i was gonna get a high fever. But no worries, Stefano’s mother, a decent Italian mamma, offered tea and soup and patted my burning forehead.
Oh, mind you, Stefano’s home village is called Brusaporto, which translates as a burned pig. How convenient.
Yours,
Maiku
