‘Nit Noi’


Two little utterances that have brought me more shame than anything else in my twenty two years.  The amount of times I have used this phrase is beyond the point of embarrassing, and every time I do, a half smile and awkward silence proceeds, whilst memories flood back of missed opportunities and that familiar feeling…

Bienvenido a Granada


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,…

Málaga. I’ve never felt so British.


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…

Dolly, a Rice-cooker and No Heels


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,…

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…