Going MAD


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)…

Honey, I’m home/en casa/ zu Hause/thuis zijn


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…

Going A.W.O.L in Grana’a


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…

Last-minute Limbo


Here’s the first entry, it’s a bit lengthy but give it a chance, I won’t be posting every minute of the day and will keep the Brit-abroad rants to a minimum, promise.  x Four days left. I’m itching to go; I have my euros, a place to stay and am pretty sure I printed my…