I was supposed to be two stations further down the line. Instead I stepped off into a town whose name I still can’t pronounce correctly, with a backpack, no plan, and about four hours of daylight left.
It turned out to have the best bakery I’ve had in years, a church with a bell tower you could actually climb, and approximately zero other tourists. Sometimes the itinerary is just a suggestion.
James
Word Spillage is where I write about whatever's stuck in my head that week — sometimes useful, sometimes just noise. When I'm not spilling words here, I'm the author of An Enchanted Heart, an epic fantasy novel (on Amazon) about a girl who wanders into the woods during a thunderstorm and comes out the other side in the magical realm of Lysoria, chasing down her mother and herself in roughly equal measure.
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