Trains
Day 7: travelling
Today I moved horizontally across northern Sardinia, from Olbia to Porto Torres. The train took a couple hours.
Rural Sardinia is really charming. Houses had pigs and chickens in their backyards, foresty areas had herds of sheep wandering around, and on large fields cows were grazing on the dry, yellow grass. Hard to say but it looked like it hadn't rained for days.
Rough.
I'm really liking Sardinia. It's very cosy for someone coming from the Finnish quasi-countryside, even though I do generally like cities more, because I love people.
But there's the thing - here it's super easy to make connections with people and babble about this and that with them, something that rarely happens in big cities. Or it might just be Italian culture. Looking forward to finding that out once I get to the big cities of northern Italy...
Today I moved horizontally across northern Sardinia, from Olbia to Porto Torres. The train took a couple hours.
Rural Sardinia is really charming. Houses had pigs and chickens in their backyards, foresty areas had herds of sheep wandering around, and on large fields cows were grazing on the dry, yellow grass. Hard to say but it looked like it hadn't rained for days.
Rough.
I'm really liking Sardinia. It's very cosy for someone coming from the Finnish quasi-countryside, even though I do generally like cities more, because I love people.
But there's the thing - here it's super easy to make connections with people and babble about this and that with them, something that rarely happens in big cities. Or it might just be Italian culture. Looking forward to finding that out once I get to the big cities of northern Italy...
