Spanish Holiday

I'm far behind on talking about everything - but I admit, that's the beauty of life here. While every day is still nothing short of amazing, I've fallen into a routine of living in England and I find it difficult to write.

If I continue to catch you up, I suppose I should mention I went to London for New Year's Eve. It would have been a good experience, except I had mild food poisoning and spent a lot of the evening wishing I was in bed. As spectacular as the fireworks were, I could definitely have given them up for a glass of stomach-easing gingerale and a warm blanket (it was FREEZING!).

Otherwise, it's mostly been a matter of school and the mundane activities that come with just living. Oh, except, y'know, our trip to SPAIN!

Not just Spain, but one of the Balearic Islands: Majorca. If I'm honest, the idea was to immerse ourselves in holiday-land: sun, sand, and sea. It was partly a birthday trip, so I was really excited to just relax (and maybe tan! I love you, Vitamin D!). But when we got there and found ourselves surrounded by Little Britain: Seaside Edition, I had a bit of a panic. I needed to see something Spanish. The sea was fantastic, don't get me wrong, but after one taste of paella, I needed to get away from sunburnt English football fans and beans on toast.

So, to combat the xenophobic tourist experience, Liam and I took a day trip to the city center where a giant - and I mean GIANT - cathedral stands. We explored it, as well as the nearby palace and incredibly ancient Arab Baths. It was amazing. Things in this part of the world are so old and there is so much history. Even the streets we walked on were older than anything I've seen in America! And everything was built to be beautiful. It's hard to appreciate the modern metal cities of home when the gorgeous, lasting castles and cathedrals of Europe remain.

But don't worry, it wasn't all history class. We did spend most of our time at the beach, exploring the rocky tide pools and basking on the sand. The Mediterranean is an absolute beauty, crystal clear and full of sealife. I swam in the sea for the first time in my life, and Liam, my English boyfriend, taught me to snorkel (one of my favourite things I've done so far, despite an initial panic when my face mask filled with sea water). The fish get so close! I was in awe for half the trip, pointing down to the fish at my feet with childish glee and collecting handfuls of seashells to bring home.



I can't wait until my next time at the Med - I think it'll be late June, actually, when I travel to Greece! Snorkeling, here I come!

As always, click the link to the side to see more photos on my Facebook.