Sitting on the pebbly beach in Praja, Calabria looking out over the crystal clear Mediterranean sea waiting for our next train to Rome I am feeling very relaxed and content. The past few days have been a good break from the backpacking life. Now that may sound spoilt as its not like we have to wake up and go to work for 8 hours, clean the house, look after the kids or anything but some days on the road are hard work especially travel days. Lugging a massive bag around in 30 degree heat through crowded streets, packing then repacking then packing again, spending hours trying to find a place to stay during peak season, washing clothes by hand in some foul looking hostel sinks, nights of interrupted sleep as your fellow backpacker room mates come and go at all hours, make up some of the not-so-fun parts of travelling.