It was coming up to the end of our Erasmus year, and what had been one of the most incredible experiences I'd had to date. I had been living in Italy for around 5 months at that point, and there was a fortnight left for me to savour all things Italian - culture, language, the…
Continue reading ➞ Stuck in Venice – a tale of wine, cheese, eyeliner and loose change. Part I.
Moving in with people you’ve never met is a bit risky to say the least. Finding individuals who will put up with your messy kitchen routine, shower ballads and constant burping can be difficult, but I considered myself lucky last year with all the flatmates I had, who didn’t seemed to mind too much when…
Continue reading ➞ Moving to Modena; Meet the Girls Who Saved My Spanish, and My Sanity.
I retreated home for Christmas last year, welcomed by Lidl’s weekly stock of mince pies – I went from being homesick to almost physically sick; I tried explaining to Mum that they also eat food in Spain, but that didn’t seem to deter her from fattening me up like the honorary Christmas Turkey. Despite not…
Valentine’s Day last year, my heart was left broken. Granada had me completely enamoured, under its bewitching charm and in a state of enraptured stupor. The city, it’s people, and of course, the tapas, had me so fazed I sometimes (more like every day spent there) forgot what I was supposed to be doing (talk…
So as you would have already realised from previous posts, university life in Spain was not all it was cracked up to be. In fact, aside from having a decent café with Alhambra beer on tap, I do not have many positive things to say about my time spent in la facultad de filosofía y…
I’m alright as hostesses go, but people who know me will tell you I am more feeder than tour-guide. Day Two of Uni Galz On Tour, I took my guests for a walk to the city centre, via Triunfo. It’s not until you show others around a place that you realise how much you really…
Continue reading ➞ Uni Galz On Tour Part 2: ¡Estupendoooooo!
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…
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
Sammy Wandering Abroad 