I'm sitting in the taxi to the airport. The sun is setting sweetly over Rome giving the city air that warm orange glaze. I'm happy and relaxed. But more than anything? I'm *gutted*. I don't want to leave Italy. It's charm has left me spell-bounded.

Before I left, people asked me, 'Are you nervous about travelling Italy alone?' - my gut always answered 'No'. With hindsight, allow me to knowingly comment - I'm forever curious about exploring this world we live in, something triggers, something that London doesn't encourage out of me. The hedonist in me wants to come out and play. And travelling solo is an attempt where you should be open to push boundaries, test your patience, question your pre-existing attitudes and expose who YOU are and what YOU really like without the pressure of that external noise we numb ourselves to in our daily lives - I'm humbled to say I've ticked these boxes, something that was a personal goal of mine to achieve on this trip. I've met people throughout my journey, one in particular, who have opened my eyes to their amazing country, one that has embraced me wholeheartedly. Italy's history, food, people, culture, romance and contagious vibe has effortlessly coaxed the traveller out in me and indirectly granted me a sense of relief for fears I held for the future. A special person I met here in Rome explained the Italian word 'Sintonia' to me, which literally means 'in tune' in English, but more wholly refers to elements being orchestrated in 'harmony' together. This perfectly articulates my adventure in one word, particularly the ending; the elements were indeed in synchrony together. Even when things weren't as they were supposed to be, it eventually led me to the corrected path allowing me to perceive the beautiful outcome with untainted eyes.

So, all that is left is to say is 'Arriverderci Italy, I leave you wanting more'.

So.. where's next? ;)