Oh Northern Italy. Beautiful does not even begin to describe the costal stretch that is the Cinque Terre. It is one of those place which I remember for the absolute serenity it brought me. Maybe this is the thing about being an island girl all my life, the smell of the sea and the warmth of the sun make me feel like I’m home.
As I walked along the costal track, I found a length of fencing decorated with tokens from all over the world. Signatures, padlocks, hair ribbons… And then I saw it amongst all the other tributes. A furry little face that looked back at me.