I pay for half an hour and check the websites of budget airlines. It's Thursday now. I fly home from London on Monday. There is a flight to Lisbon for forty-six euros. One to Milan and one to somewhere in Croatia! I google Croatia and look at photos of rocky beaches and old lighthouses. There are even cheap hotels in the lighthouses. I could stay in a lighthouse. I could do anything!
I know almost nothing about Croatia, so I decide to go there. I take out my debit card to pay for the ticket, but notice that a new email has appeared in the other window I have open. I alternate. It's Wren's. The subject line says WHERE ARE YOU?
I quickly write to you that I am in Amsterdam. When I said goodbye to Wren and the Oz g**g in Paris last week, she was planning to take a train to Madrid, and Kelly
