On the bus that is taking me to the Malpensa airport during peak hour in the evening, the bus driver is chatting away on the phone as he manouvres through the narrow and congested street away from Station Centrale. When I look outside, the cars are parked along both side of narrow streets, many are parked on the curb and motorcycles filling up the space in between all that mess.
By the time we hit the autostrade or highway as we call it in Malaysia, it is bumper to bumper on many stretches during the journey. Just like home. The only stark difference I can see is that they have an excellent public transport system, which we are attempting to attain at home, and the ability to be as dressed up possible without being singled out as trying too hard.
Without any earlier planning or thought, I am waiting for my flight to Barcelona for the next five days – to visit several Pilates studios, meet the pioneer of Pilates teaching in Spain and to soak in another new city. This is as spontaneous as it can ever get for me. Adios!