When I was back in the UK, there were days when everything felt pointless: why bother getting out of bed when all that lies in store is a day of trips to the hospital, bouts of tears and interminable misery? What’s the point in attempting to do anything nice when the basic situation cannot be altered? Such were the musings that crossed my mind multiple … Continue reading Shards of beauty
I was deeply moved by the messages of kindness and support I received following my last blogpost; thank you to everyone who reached out. Towards the end of October, I made the devastatingly difficult decision to return to Chile, and I’ve now been here for over a fortnight. By the time I left the UK, my mum had moved home and was settling in well, … Continue reading Doing the right thing?
I spent the beginning of last week visiting my friend, Will, who lives in Guernsey. I was excited a) to see him now that he’s out of the exam hole and b) to go on what is my only holiday this summer. Always keen (as my blog title suggests) to visit new places, it didn’t take long for me to act upon Will’s offer of … Continue reading Sun, sea, and salted caramel in Guernsey
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
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…
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
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