Stuck in Venice – A Tale of Wine, Cheese, Eyeliner and Loose Change. Part II.


Sleep deprived. Ecstatic from sugar highs and the promise of what was to be a very very super-dooper fun day out. Deranged because of all the catching up (breath and story-telling) and also deranged anyway because that was kind of how we rolled. You'll see what I mean as I go on to share the rest of my tale...

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Stuck in Venice – a tale of wine, cheese, eyeliner and loose change. Part I.


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.

Square one: The recent graduate, futile self pep talks and one very worn-out refresh button.


July 2015. The tally so far stood as following: Laptops broken: 1 (we're not counting all the other years okay). Mama noodles packets ravaged: 55. Cups of tea: stopped counting. Glasses of morning wine: didn't bother trying to count. All-nighters spent with head in a book (on table): more than is acceptable. And one more … Continue reading Square one: The recent graduate, futile self pep talks and one very worn-out refresh button.

This is a story about my massive red suitcase with flowers on it that nearly fell apart but didn’t aka Ode to a faithful friend


Hello It’s been a while …and already talking in clichés For those of you who know me, you might be thinking “where has she been?”, “Sam, you have a blog?” or “Did she ever make it through Italy without turning into Big Momma?” To that I will say: 1. Read on 2. Yes, unbelievable I … Continue reading This is a story about my massive red suitcase with flowers on it that nearly fell apart but didn’t aka Ode to a faithful friend

Moving to Modena; Meet the Girls Who Saved My Spanish, and My Sanity.


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.

UNI LIFE PART 2: Becoming Andaluza


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 … Continue reading UNI LIFE PART 2: Becoming Andaluza