So as you would have already realised from previous posts, university life in Spain was not all it was cracked up to be. In fact, aside from having a decent café with Alhambra beer on tap, I do not have many positive things to say about my time spent in la facultad de filosofía y … Continue reading Uni Life Part 1: The UGR Misfits
I’m alright as hostesses go, but people who know me will tell you I am more feeder than tour-guide. Day Two of Uni Galz On Tour, I took my guests for a walk to the city centre, via Triunfo. It’s not until you show others around a place that you realise how much you really … Continue reading Uni Galz On Tour Part 2: ¡Estupendoooooo!
Even though university was getting a bit ‘meh’ in Granada (poo hadn’t quite hit the fan at this point), I still found myself completely enamoured by Spain and the astounding city I was lucky enough to call home. During my time at university in Portsmouth I was #blessed (and still am!) to have a close … Continue reading Uni Galz On Tour Part 1: FOUR IN A BED
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) … Continue reading Going MAD
Probably not the most cringe/cheesy/OMG Kill Me Now Pls Facebook status I’ve ever published whilst intoxicated, but it’s definitely up there. I wrote this a month into my stay in Granada. Pathetic as the title reads, I didn’t miss home per se; la vida Erasmus doesn’t allow it; there are just too many things to … Continue reading #homecomforts – Tips for Surviving Homesickness
Did you know that the Spanish do not have a word for kettle? In fact, the majority I met had never seen one before in their lives. If you think that is outrageous, be prepared for the following confession... It had been six days in Spain before I had a cup of tea. SIX WHOLE … Continue reading Saved by Der Wasserkocher
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 … Continue reading Honey, I’m home/en casa/ zu Hause/thuis zijn