The next morning, I felt no better. Getting up at the crack of dawn didn't help, but we needed to alight at half-past six. I was missing the girls and wished I could talk to them about how I was feeling. I hadn't realised how much I had grown to depend on them both. We landed in Rome and the idea of a day of sightseeing was exhausting. I just wanted to curl up and do nothing for the day.
As we sat at breakfast, I had way more coffee than I normally would have. Feeling slightly jittery after three cups. I hoped it would brighten my mood and give me the energy I needed, but it was a long shot. I missed home so much. The laid back nature of the vineyard, my family, everything. Then, to top it off, every time I felt remotely down, it was joined by a rush of guilt. Luca had made so much effor
