Because I am a Big Fan of taking the Long Way Home, Austria wasn’t the true end of my trip.
It ended up being cheapest to fly Salzburg to London, London to St. John’s, St. John’s to Toronto, so that’s what I did. I worked it out so I had nearly an entire day in London to wander around, eat some grocery store sandwiches – which, in the UK, are great by the way – and listen to English Girls by The Maine on repeat. I also had like 6 hours in St. John’s (Newfoundland, Canada) which I was super excited about because I’d never been there before.
I don’t know if it’s just the headspace I’ve been in both times I’ve visited the city, or the areas I chose to see, but I don’t really love London. I don’t hate it, I simply like other places more. Anyways. It doesn’t matter. I had a nice evening.
St. John’s, on the other hand, I adored. As luck had it, I ended up sharing a cab into town with a few other people and spent my entire layover hanging out with them and exploring a little bit of the island. We went up to Signal Hill and hiked all around it and into downtown, getting to know each other while being constantly awed by how beautiful the place we all randomly found ourselves in was. Seriously, the landscape was stunning, the classic coloured buildings in town contrasted so well, and the whole place felt so welcoming. Plus, the french fries I ate at a pub on the main street were freaking great. It was the best layover I’ve ever had. I didn’t get anyone’s contact information, and I don’t remember their names, but I hope they’re all having fun, wherever they are in the world.
Oh, and I somehow ended up in the “Plus” seats on the plane and was given free food and drinks the whole flight from London. I am 100% sure this was a mistake on their part, but I wasn’t about to forfeit all that luxury. Who would?
Also, this ad I saw in Iceland that I haven’t had the chance to include yet:
Aaaaaaand that’s it. That’s all. Now I’m back on Eastern time and sleeping in my own bed. Thinking about where I’ll go next, and where I’ll go after that, and after that and after that. Endless possibilities.
Here’s a song I kept hearing on the radio in Europe and that I still can’t get out of my head. Cheers!