This weekend was one of a few firsts, which have left me feeling pretty damn proud of myself, if I’m completely honest with you. Firstly, on Thursday, I went canyoning. We travelled to Ronda, one of the prettiest towns I have ever seen, into the canyons and abseiled, climbed and travelled through some seriously rocky rivers. I was terrified, but I did it, and I actually enjoyed it. Hazel 1, fear of being out of control, 0. Next up was travelling solo for the first time. I usually hate flying; I hate the business and urgency of airports, I hate…

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My housemate and I formed a plan to fill our weekends this year, to try and prevent homesickness or restlessness. So far, it’s worked pretty well; we spent last weekend in the beautiful city of Cádiz, we’re heading to Ronda (which is supposed to be equally stunning) tomorrow and I am heading to Barcelona in a couple of days as well! So, the travel posts will be well underway by the end of next week and I cannot wait. Also, can you believe that these photos were taken on a GoPro? I can’t believe the quality, I’m dead impressed! Cádiz…

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I had previously half-written this post, and titled it ‘Pre Year Abroad Anxiety Part Two’, to follow on from this post here. However, we are one week in to my year abroad now so that wouldn’t quite be the case anymore! It wasn’t my plan to take such a long break from blogging whilst moving, but life recently has been a lot busier than I expected, and I am just now starting to catch up. I am still in the process of working out things like wifi and bank accounts, all the not-so-fun, grown up things that you have to…

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If you read my recent post about FriendsFest, you will know that Luke and I spent some time in Woodstock, Oxfordshire, a little while ago. Usually, when we visit somewhere new, I do my research and pick the restaurant I want to eat in way in advance. And, seeing as Luke isn’t really a fan of making decisions, this usually works pretty well for us. This time around, though, we were unsure whether to eat in Woodstock itself, where we were staying, or drive to somewhere a bit bigger like Oxford. Ultimately, tiredness and neither of us wanting to drive…

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Are you ready for a post that I have completely given up trying to re-write so that it makes sense?   In three weeks time I will be moving to a village in Cádiz, called Prado del Rey, to work for a year as a teaching assistant in the primary school there. Every time I mention this, the response I get is generally along the lines of ‘how exciting!’ and I do agree, it is exciting. However, it is also a huge change and something that at the moment I am finding pretty damn scary! Obviously, I have known that…

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