There are few events that could have dragged me away from the adventures and hedonism of South American traveller life, but the infinitely higher levels of hedonism on offer at Glastonbury festival is the one that brought me back across the Atlantic. Leagues above any other music festival, the collective strength of feeling amongst a… Continue reading Glorious Glastonbury: an ode.
Whilst I obviously don't need to stress the importance of basics like a waterproof, windproof jacket, some comfortable shoes and plenty of clean knickers, I've also discovered a few less immediately obvious things that have (or could have) made my trip all the better. This list is by no means all-encompassing. Sadly, try as I… Continue reading My Top Travel Tips (for what to pack)
Knowing that I have to resume real life all too soon, I have been thoroughly enjoying taking a holiday from my own brain. You know how the story goes: Girl meets boy; girl makes friends; girl makes everyone make her decisions for her. Aptly, in a city named after a river, I've been blissfully floating… Continue reading Week twenty two: the end of a Latino era
My first week in Rio has been exciting and full of delights, but I have been plagued by feeling utterly useless! After more than five months being an independent, semi-Spanish-speaking survivor, I have regressed to being a totally useless and helpless gringa. I didn't realise quite how much basic Spanish I knew, until I realised… Continue reading Week twenty one: clouds and caipirinhas
I began the week/ I turned 22 in the best way I know how: in the crowded, dimly lit, most happening hotspot in Palermo: Burger Joint. Aside from their distorted megaphone cruelly tricking you into thinking your name is being called, their burgers (and curry ketchup) are the stuff dreams are made of. Throw in… Continue reading Week Twenty: birthday, burgers, buses, boats and bye bye Buenos Aires