Megan’s travel diary – Italy

It was in Italy where my appearance, that in northern Europe had marked me out as different-but-not-obviously-what-kind-of-different, stood me in good stead. The blonde girls in the hostels complained about having their bums pinched, about being harassed on the street by boys following them and whistling at them. Here in Italy, my colouring fitted in.… Continue reading Megan’s travel diary – Italy