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I had lived abroad before, but this jaunt felt different. If given the opportunity, I think everyone should jump at the chance to take on an experience in a different country - there's nothing quite like exploring what life could be like on different soil, and more often than not you end up discovering more about yourself than anything else.
What a difference a weekend can make huh? On returning from Barcelona, I set my sights on making the move, and pouring all my energy into searching for a position in Spain. I wasn't too concerned about the field, but more the opportunity to relocate, and of course, finally being able to use my languages.…
Late July in Madrid was miserable. The weather was glorious; it was hot, but not quite 'August hot' and everyone was in holiday-mode; part of me forgot that I was a working professional and the six-week summer break was no longer applicable. And the reason I was sad was because after months of beers on…
London. Blighty. The Big Smoke. And the place I will always call home. As much as I whine and moan (comes with the territory) about the horrendous weather, traffic, doom, gloom and to top it all off, the extortionate cost of living we have to endure, I will always love my city. It can be…
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…
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…
Sammy Wandering Abroad 