Even though university was getting a bit ‘meh’ in Granada (poo hadn’t quite hit the fan at this point), I still found myself completely enamoured by Spain and the astounding city I was lucky enough to call home. During my time at university in Portsmouth I was #blessed (and still am!) to have a close…
October last year saw the peak of our Granada days; the sun was still out, beach trips were still a regular thing, and I still had enough pesetas to carry on living la vida loca. Carys and I had decided it was time to be spontaneous again (the haircut thing hadn’t really gone to plan)…
Probably not the most cringe/cheesy/OMG Kill Me Now Pls Facebook status I’ve ever published whilst intoxicated, but it’s definitely up there. I wrote this a month into my stay in Granada. Pathetic as the title reads, I didn’t miss home per se; la vida Erasmus doesn’t allow it; there are just too many things to…
Continue reading ➞ #homecomforts – Tips for Surviving Homesickness
Did you know that the Spanish do not have a word for kettle? In fact, the majority I met had never seen one before in their lives. If you think that is outrageous, be prepared for the following confession... It had been six days in Spain before I had a cup of tea. SIX WHOLE…
4° Izquierda. Sonnentanz was our jam, Brasilia was our hangout. Finding digs in Granada was not the easiest of tasks for me, as some of you well know, but I arrived in the new city and found myself not living with just Spaniards, as promised (the landlord promised a lot of things, but I’m still…
Continue reading ➞ Honey, I’m home/en casa/ zu Hause/thuis zijn
I’m going back to England in 6 days. I’ve had to set my WordPress password more than a few times. I think I did the typical ERASMUS thing again. I don’t know how this happened. Spain, man. Granada is overwhelming, to say the least. Ashamedly I have failed to make a consistent record of…
Post-reckless retail splurge and I found myself struggling to distribute all my things into two suitcases, a handbag and my rucksack; back to square one with a bus journey ahead of us. Just stepping foot in Granada there is a noticeable difference in the air of this place; a sense of calm envelops the city,…
Whatever you've heard about the Costa del Sol and its rep of English boozers, ugly built up complexes, roast dinners available everyday of the week, etc; Believe it. But do not assume the same for the city. Málaga more often than not gets looked over because of all those Costa-Del-Street-Crime stories and truth is, it…
1.30 am. Is this actually a joke; I've had two hours sleep. Still, it doesn't feel like you're going away unless you leave home at the crack of dawn. The Fam kindly delivered me to the airport, sending me on my way with a 19.7kg suitcase (job well done!) and the verbal last-minute checklist: 'Have…
Continue reading ➞ I Ran Away to Southern Spain with a Beautiful Italian Boy
Packing. It’s a revelation. I’ve done it before three years ago but still have difficulty in getting my priorities right. Because I DO need to pack sun cream before I get there, I DO need five different bags (daytime handbag, night-time handbag, gym bag, Uni rucksack, Big Ole Bag for mass food shopping) and yes,…
Sammy Wandering Abroad 