I realise most people will be reading this post thinking ‘wait, didn’t you get home ages ago?!’ Technically yes: I got home almost two weeks ago. I guess I’ve just been putting off writing this post for a while.
Hey lovely people!
Last week saw me embark on my last proper trip of my year abroad, spending the weekend with my friend Celia in Madrid. Celia and I met during my second year of university when she was an Erasmus student at Birmingham, and we’ve been trying to work out time to see each other all year. After missing each other the weekend she visited Zaragoza (which just so happened to be my weekend in Milan), we finally managed it. I took an early coach to the capital and there I was.
Hola, my lovelies.
Last weekend myself and my chiquis went for a trip to San Sebastián, a town in the Basque Country in the north of Spain. For me, this trip was definitely something to look forward to, mainly as after 8 months living in Spain, I was finally going to the beach! I know, I don’t know how I’ve managed it either. We all took the train on Friday morning from Delicias, checking into our hostel a cheeky 6 minutes walk from the station, before going off to explore in search of the sights and food. We were told before we went that San Seb was famous for its tapas, and they were not wrong in the slightest; it was incredible.
So in the space of a week or so, I was able to reunite with two of my favourite people. Firstly, a long bank holiday weekend away in Milan to visit my best friend Harriet, before a visit from the wonderful Verity – she travelled 7 hours by car to get to Zaragoza! That’s what I call dedication. Since it’s been such a packed week or so, I thought I’d give you the lowdown on the blog, as is the norm by now.
Hola chiquitos! Since my last post a lot of things have happened. Jack visited Zaragoza, I went home for Easter, spent a considerable amount of time at the doctors’ and in airports, and last week I returned to Spain for my final ten weeks here. It’s amazing how quickly the last (almost) 8 months have passed – it’s not long until I do my next and final lot of exams and leave for good! I’m just as surprised, as I imagine some of you are reading this, that I’ve got to this point and am still here, so pat on the back for me.
It’s been over 6 months now since I hopped on that plane to Zaragoza and in some respects I honestly can’t believe how quickly the time has gone! I’m almost halfway through my second semester here, Jack is visiting next week and I’m going home for Easter the week after. Perhaps time really does fly when you’re having fun…
It’s the envy of your friends, parents and Instagram followers alike: the year abroad. Compulsory for language students and an opportunity for adventure for many other undergraduate students, time out from university in the UK is increasingly popular year on year, with a third of students aged between 16 to 30 interested in studying abroad when polled in 2015. However, does it really have to be the best year of your life?
Hola todos! As you may have guessed from the title, I’m now officially back in Spain. I didn’t blog over the Christmas period, not for lack of want but simply because I had no time at all. I spent a packed three weeks with my family, my grandparents, my boyfriend and some of my friends in England and if I’m totally honest, I’m sad it passed so quickly. They say time flies when you’re having fun, eh?