Now let's get one thing straight here, homies- I am not very good at having a 'proper' holiday, in the traditional sense of the word. I can't sit still for long enough, and feel guilty if I'm in unchartered territory that I'm not actively exploring. Your average human being goes away to relax, but when… Continue reading Oliva and the Costa Blanca (Or, a lesson in how to have a real holiday)
Bruges (or Brugge, if you want to get Belgian about it), is the epitome of a fairytale city. When I first stepped off of the train from Zeebrugge, into the winding cobbled lanes, I had a strong suspicion that we were actually in Duloc (you know, the town out of Shrek). It almost seemed too… Continue reading One Day in Bruges
So here it is, you guys: the beginning of the America trip, in all its glory. Neither me nor my boyfriend had even been on a long haul flight before. Yet there we were, planning three months in America without much of an idea of a route- other than that we were starting in Los… Continue reading Journey to L.A. : Saying Howdy to the US Border Control
Whenever I tell people I'm off to Sweden (I have family there, so it's a fairly regular occurrence), they often presume that means I'm off to the frozen wastelands of the far North. No, no, my friends! Contrary to popular belief, Sweden is not just about Ikea, Abba and snow. The cities are nice, but… Continue reading Swedish Summers
Last week my grandad died. It was quite a shocker really; no one was expecting it, but it was an actual real thing that really truly happened. It was sad, and a bit difficult and I didn't really know what to do with myself. My grandad was a good'n. We used to go and visit… Continue reading Farewell Grandad T.
Part two of my adventures teaching English in Italy: San Lorenzo in Le Marche. If you need to catch up on part one, here it is in all its bloggy glory. I may have been the one doing all the teaching, but here are all the lessons I learnt along the way. 1. What it… Continue reading Teaching English in Italy • San Lorenzo, Le Marche
Somehow, with no interview or even a whiff of a TEFL qualification on my CV, I had been offered a job teaching English IN ITALY. TO ACTUAL ITALIAN CHILDREN. I booked myself onto a flight to Bologna and only the night before leaving did I begin to panic that this whole thing was an extremely… Continue reading Teaching English in Italy • Week One, Mondavio
After two weeks of hard graft teaching kids in Marché, I decided the best thing to follow up with would be a spot of solo travel in Venice. The main objective for my time in the city (aside from having a bloody great time), was to spend as little money as possible. This is mainly… Continue reading Solo Travel in Venice • Three days in the Floating City
