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
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
