Somewhere in amongst doing the research for my final year project at uni in an international school in Marbella, I managed to seek away to Seville for a weekend.There’s nothing quite like sipping a glass of red wine watching the world wake up as night falls after the warm winter sun has dipped behind the Arabic inspired architecture.Welcome to a perfect winter escape.
Cue the weirdest week of my life. Daisy and I were supposed to be road tripping from Surrey to Biarritz on the French/Spanish border, which is exactly what we did. Although it didn’t quite go how we expected. Flexibility and a willingness to say “yes” were both invaluable qualities required on this trip!
Well it’s been a hectic two weeks and I don’t know quite where to start but I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. So slightly over two weeks ago my younger brother and I set off to Chamonix. Chamonix, the mountain mecca of Europe, the town below Mont Blanc, with views you’d never get bored of and a pollution problem bigger than the town. But for me Chamonix houses something slightly more important, Georgina! She’s there for the summer and invited me to visit with pals. And as i’ve learnt it’s best never to pass up these invites! So Tom, Rosie and I headed to Chamonix for the week.
So I’m officially on my third round of “mid-season” blues and these ones are hitting harder than the previous two. I haven’t really wanted to go out, I’ve not wanted to ski (which let me tell you is highly out of character) and I’ve been spontaneously bursting into tears in the kitchen. At the moment all I want to do is go home, go to yoga and eat a salad. However, I’m not going to dwell on that. I’m going to tell you about my best days of the season. And hopefully that will help me get out of this downwards spiral! In no particular order my favourite days are:
So this may come off as a rant and very ungrateful of the opportunities I have been presented with, but there’s a few home truths I think should be shared. These “truths” are sometimes overlooked, with only photos telling the story. I feel qualified to dis-spell them having road tripped for nearly 3 months in the past year.
Canada is a land filled with big things. The mountains, the animals, the houses, the suburban sprawl, the roads, the cars and even the trees are bigger than anywhere else I’ve been. The weather is also more extreme, with lows of minus forty degrees Celsius during winter and thirty degrees plus during the summer. All this largeness and these extremes only make this amazing country even more beautiful.
Tomorrow I get on a plane to San Francisco. Which, incase you weren’t aware, is neither my birth place or my home. This trip is coming to an end. There’s only so much more pretending I can do. In 4 days, and an awful lot of time zone confusion later, I will be back on English soil. But that’s not home.