They were all harmless though, and it made me wonder for the thousandth time just how Cait had managed to spend the last three years travelling if she was still struggling with her anxiety to this extent. She was a brave one, that was for sure. Now we were back at the hostel, Cait seemed more relaxed, and I was glad to say the drinks had also done me the world of good too, the girly chatting helping clear my head to the point where I actually felt I might be able to give Sean a call tomorrow. Or perhaps at least text to give him my new number. As insignificant as it may seem to others, the thought of breaking our routine and not sending him my nightly text was almost too painful to consider. Heading up the stairs we decided to change into more comfortable clothes and reconvene in the kitchen for a cuppa before bed, some much-needed food, and a chat about what we could do tomorrow. After changing into tracksuit bottoms and a loose T-shirt I decided I should call the Beverly Hills Hotel to cancel the room that Sean had reserved for me.
