Now for the more exciting part, the well deserved holidays (because you know, life was tough living the dream in 30 degrees for 10 months).
I was lucky enough to be able to visit lots of amazing places and tick a few off the bucket list, so sit tight.
The first stop was Berlin, in December: All I can say about Berlin is that I would 100% recommend you to bring ten times the amount of warm clothes you think you need.
Here is us checking out check point Charlie:
Rome: Well isn’t Rome lovely. I can safely say I had enough pizza for every Roman in town.
Here is us having some giggles at the Colosseum:
Sitges: I absolutely loved Sitges, it’s so colourful and beautiful. You wouldn’t get quite as many naked sights on Salthill beach in Galway, that’s for sure.
Tarragona: We went to Port Aventura, need I say more?
A great quality pic of Shauna and I pretending to pass out on the ride:
Girona: No beach, but they throw an excellent flower festival called ‘Temps de Flors’ – worth a trip.
Ibiza: THE BEST. I’ve never had as many many giggles, grenadine, or onion bhajis as I did in those four days. (RIP Amy’s white jeans). But a huge shout out to the greatest Indian restaurant I’ve ever been to – https://www.facebook.com/TheCurryClubIbiza/
Valencia-Seville-Faro-Lagos-Dublin: Well sure didn’t this genius trip of ‘travelling’ start off with us missing the bus from Barcelona to Valencia. Six hours and €130 later we were on the bus to Valencia. (Having completely lost out on one of our two days there, SUPER).
This trip was at the end of my Erasmus, so like most people I had tonnes of belongings with me, with our internal flight from Valencia to Seville approaching, I decided to pack up and make sure I was within the 30kg baggage allowance. Yep, so I was sitting on 57kg, none of which I was sacrificing. We arrive at the airport absolutely bricking it but somehow manage to wing it, keeping a straight face was defo not the easiest.
So we arrive in sunny Seville for our 5 hour stopover before another exciting bus journey getting us into Portugal. (We were staying in Lagos, but had bus tickets only as far Faro, shock? I think not). We hop on the bus, and it was either try purchase last minute tickets for the extra leg of the journey and risk being refused or pretend to be asleep at each bus stop along the way, so we obvs picked option two.
Here we are trying to map out how exactly we made so many travelling disasters:
After this, it was the home straight to Dublin Airport, Ireland.
Tune into my next blog which we will be all about day to day life in Barcelona x