Izourt Lake, Knee-Deep In The Snow
In February, one of my friends told me there was a hike to Izourt Lake she had always wanted to do, but never could, and she asked me if I would go with her.
In February, one of my friends told me there was a hike to Izourt Lake she had always wanted to do, but never could, and she asked me if I would go with her.
This article is part of a series that tells a true story located in Edinburgh, Scotland, and in Çesky Krumlov, Czech Republic. This is the third and last part. This article is about me feeling alone and cold and about a mother and a daughter sharing a dinner with me.
After making sure she didn’t feel guilty about the “nice” guy from the airport, I tried helping with the lost luggage. I told her that we should tell the hostel staff about it to ask their advice. It was probably not the first time that happened.
It was my last day in Edinburgh and I was sitting in the dining room of my hostel, having breakfast. A really good breakfast actually. Authentic orange juice, pastries and a coffee. The hostel was a bit expensive, but it was really cool and, for once, I liked not feeling poor by staying in a very basic hostel. Anyway, I was fully satisfied with my morning. Until she arrived.