Note to self: not every day has to be a good day just because you are travelling.
I woke up this morning feeling like going for a run, my legs didnt though. I struggled for 2km before giving up and walking the rest of the way back to the hostel (I may or may not have gotten lost, don’t judge me).
When I got back to the hostel I showered and ended up on the phone to dad in a sea of tears. I knew that travelling on my own was going to be a challenge, but I haven’t even been alone for 3 days yet and I’ve been hit with a big case of the blues. Speaking with dad I tried to work out if I was down because I’m lonely, home sick, angry that I didn’t run well, or just generally missing mum. After speaking to him I identified that it’s a little bit of all 5, and with his and Ash’s (thank you lovely) guidance I realised that just because I’m travelling it doesn’t mean that every day has to be sunshine and daisies. I’m allowed to feel down, I just have to make sure I don’t let it completely rail road the holiday.
So after hanging up the phone I set out to do what I planned to do today, which was visit Les Halles de Lyon Paul Bocuse! An indoor gourmet food market named after one of the most highly regarded French Chef’s of the century.
After doing 2 laps to inspect all the options (let’s be serious I did 4 laps and reconsidered my options 3 times before buying) I started to cultivate a picnic lunch of epic proportions. I ended up with:
- Mâconnais aged goats cheese
- Picodon de Dieulefit aged goats cheese
- Jambon de parme
- Pâtè croute (chicken, lemon, mustard)
- Foie gras encased in duck breast
- Cherry tomatoes
- Baby bottle of bordeaux
Everything except for the cheese was delicious. The cheese was nice, I just didn’t realise it was aged (the guy at the counter hadn’t specified) so I had assumed they were soft.
I spent nearly 2 hours riding around Parc de la Tête d’Or before eating lunch so I had definitely worked up an appetite! It was a really beautiful park with a lake, rose gardens and zoo. I wish I had taken more photos but riding a bike absolutely terrifies me (first time in 3 years I’ve ridden one) so I didn’t want to take my hands off the handles bars or keep stopping for photos.
Knowing that I didn’t feel up to much else today I spent a good few hours reading HP5 in the park, Dolores Umbridge is a mean old cow.
I’ve been wanting to get a manicure for a few days cause my nails were getting quite gross, who knew what an absolute mission it would be. 1hr45 later, 5 stores visited, 2 train journeys and another 6000 steps I finally found a place, and they did a decent job, yay! (No photos, I hate my hands.)
Afterwards, knowing I’d need an umbrella for tomorrow’s trip to Annecy (look at me learning from my mistakes, checking the weather ahead of time) I headed back to part dieu shopping centre to get one. I also found myself in Carrefour looking for a cheap/decent bottle of wine to bring home. Settled on a 3€ Saint Joseph red from 2016, fingers crossed it’s a good one.
By this point it was 730pm so I headed back to the apartment to shower and pre-pack for Turin. I have an early morning train to Annecy tomorrow for a day trip and I have no idea what state I’ll be in tomorrow night to pack for Turin.
I wasn’t feeling hungry for dinner so I decided to go without, save space for tomorrow.
Bonne nuit! Xx