As I return back to sunny Spain, I am instantly at home in the cool Mediterranean breeze and the Suns ray’s hitting my sunglasses; all these feelings that I take for granted every day now sweetly welcome me back. I have always longed to live by the beach, and somewhere where the sun shines all day every day, so living here makes me feel that extra mile closer to my dream. Being home for a much-needed family break was so lovely, but the lack of vitamin D meant it was time to head back to enjoy the last stretch of this adventure and the celebrations for East Week (Semana Santa) which are solely religious, and much to the contrast to my title, also rather solemn and a time for reflection with no bunnies in sight. To find out more about visiting during Holy Week head to :

It is crazy to be writing this knowing I only have around 10 weeks left of my newly-founded life here. I know that sounds like a lot of time, but considering once those 10 weeks are up, I will be back home in England back to normal life as if my year here never even happened. It is so easy to wish the time away, or take the smallest things for granted. The famous saying ‘live in the moment’ always seems to run away from us at the most crucial time and then reappear as we are looking back on those same memories. I am excited for these 10 weeks to fly by in one sense, as I jet off to Bali 2 days after I get back ( I know, the extremely hard and demanding life of an Erasmus student) which I know is pretty spontaneous, but I have this year abroad to thank for broadening my mind and spontaneity, not forgetting the generous Erasmus grant I must add for actually making all of this traveling possible-I don’t think I have ever had so many weekends or trips away! This year really has been the year of all my years, especially with  Bali which Chris and I will no doubt be filming and picturing every scooter we ride, monkey we find and beautiful beach we are blinded by. If you don’t know Chris, he has an extremely close bond with his camera.. that I am sure will surpass me for much of the trip.

The excitement for summer and all the adventures are creeping upon us quickly, especially now with the highly anticipated season of Spring officially upon us. The sun is now joining us for longer in the day whilst the sweet scent of orange blossom fills the air. Oh, and the spaniards finally realise it is acceptable to take their jacket and scarves off, but only now that it is primavera as their fashion seems to strictly follow the seasons and so us Erasmus students are ever so used to being stared at as obvious tourists if we dared to wear sandals or a strap top in March ( regardless that it reached 30 degrees, but I guess that’s besides the point here.) Nevertheless, as much as I hate to admit it, these endless days of warm sunshine are already starting to feel very very normal as we enter a week of 26 degrees and above and nobody bats an eyelid. I think the hardest thing to deal with out of all of this for me personally, is that Córdoba won’t open its waterpark until mid-June, when we would have all left. I am the biggest kid and my excitement was at an all-time high when I found out we were blessed with a waterpark just down the road, but it isn’t open until ‘Summer’ has started, which I think in Spanish literally translates to ‘a permanent temperature above 35 degrees.’

On a more serious note, University work has finally stepped up a notch, typically belated Spanish style, however we still try to spend the majority of our days sitting on the balcony, sipping fresh smoothies and planning our last adventures, which by the way will include a trip to Torremolinos waterpark, for the final months to come. Wanting to see as much of our city as we can, Zenzi, Aimee and I started by going to watch Muerdo, a lesser known  Spanish band who played in la casa azula venue where they host bands and events every week. It was an absolutely fab experience as the venue was hidden down a new part of Córdoba that I had yet to experience, and the tiny patio style venue was full of excited locals who seemed to have all mastered every lyric of every song. The band was incredible as we slowly swayed with our beers to the beats of the drums and saxophone.

As I mentioned earlier, now really is the home run, and it is bewildering to see just how used I am to life here and how much I have adjusted my home-loving self to being so independent as I could barely go two weeks without home during my first years at university. From doing all my own food shopping and experimenting with new recipes, to meeting friends and organising trips together, and hopefully passing all of our Spanish assignments is just…wow, for a lack of a better word. At the same time, it has been unquestionably hard breaking back into my routine here after a week of normality at home with my loved ones, and the hardship of having a long distance relationship is something I’ll never be okay with, but I know it’ll be so worth it and this experience has not only given us strength, but strength to myself.

Have a great Easter!

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