Final thoughts and happenings

This post was written in two bits, mainly because I never got round to finishing it the first time round but then couldn’t bring myself to delete it and start again. Written on Monday 20th June I write this, (probably) my final blogpost concerning my year abroad, from the comfort of my bed in little old Normanby-by-Spital, the Lincolnshire village where my parents live. There’s … Continue reading Final thoughts and happenings

These boots (okay, trainers) were (not) made for walking

I’ve just arrived back in Santiago after catching a painfully early bus this morning from Muxia, the final destination of my four-day walk. That pilgrimage that I talked about possibly doing a couple of posts ago? Yeah, I actually did it. And it was honestly one of the best decisions of my year abroad. I had the best time ever. It’s difficult to pin down what … Continue reading These boots (okay, trainers) were (not) made for walking

The Costa del Sol’s got nothing on this…

After two failed attempts, yesterday was the day that I finally made it to las Islas Cíes, a gem off the coast of Galicia and home of the world’s best beach, according to this article in The Guardian. I had a friend from school visiting for the weekend and, seeing as one day is more than enough time to see the whole of Santiago, going for a day … Continue reading The Costa del Sol’s got nothing on this…

Polly the potential pilgrim

Before I arrived here in Santiago, when they found out that I was coming here, people would often ask whether I was planning to walk any of the famous camino de Santiago. I would laugh nervously, slightly ashamed to admit that I knew next to nothing about the camino, and mumble a vague reply. It’s only since arriving here that I’ve realised just how big of a deal … Continue reading Polly the potential pilgrim

Blink and you’ll miss it

In five weeks’ time, I’ll have left Santiago and arrived in Madrid. When I was in Granada, I spontaneously booked flights and a hostel for a three-day trip to the capital…alone. It seemed like a great idea at the time. From there, I’m flying back to the UK, and then that’ll be it. It’ll all be over. As my friend, Ella, said recently, “we are so … Continue reading Blink and you’ll miss it

Pals, port, and pastéis de nata in Porto

With six weeks to go, restlessness is starting to set in. Actually, it’s not starting at all; it’s simply reaching previously unseen levels. I am counting the days down more avidly than I did even during those last weeks in France. I am quite literally wishing my life away, but I can’t help it. Equally, I can’t believe it’s over: I look at photos from … Continue reading Pals, port, and pastéis de nata in Porto