Thursday, 28 April 2011


For Easter, I met my friend Tara in one my most anticipated 'places to visit in Spain' -
We were there for 3 nights - 2, very drunk nights. 1 trying to sober up.
These are the photos of evening numbero uno -
ie. Drinking our way around La Rambla.

 The Worlds Biggest Map

After eating & drinking until we barely moved, we made our way up La Rambla.
Coming across this market on the way.

Let the drinking continue - onto a Cervecería, and one extremely creepy old man.

Moving on quickly to other bars, ie. running away.
Hard Rock Café had to be done.

 Those were pretty tasty shots. Followed by mojitos. Then leaving to find more interesting things.

On the way (now kind of stumbling about) we came across some street acts.

Not two seconds after that being taken, were we being dragged to the next bar, "The Living Room"
It was dead.

Next! I don't remember what this was called, surprise surprise, but I do remember laughing at it.

After meeting some, unusual people, and basically giving English classes, we decided to leave.
And accidently stumbled across this place.
It was also dead. 

And thats where that little night out ended.

"EuroStar Grand Marina" - gorgeous, but confusing when you're drunk.

We were more than drunk, stumbled around our hotel like lost mice (it was HUGE) ordered room service; which I still to this day have no idea how much I paid for two chicken sandwiches, passed out while waiting for it, then scraped my best friend off the bathroom floor to pass out in bed, fully clothed...

The 'Morning After' 
- we felt like we were dying.
So much so that we entered 'mini-bar' territory and paid 20 euros for 2 (tiny) bottles of water, and 2 cokes.
But, it was definitely worth it.

Eventually, after much feeling sick-ness & taking days to get dressed -

Our First Day In Barcelona!

We plodded, quite literally, snail pace, around La Rambla, sat down at the first restaurant we came across, ate 'breakfast' - or, salad and smoothies, until we felt well enough to face the metro!

Our first stop - 
La Sagrada Familia.

It was truly gorgeous.

I don't think I've ever been in anywhere more beautiful. I would recommend everyone to see it.

What was not beautiful, was the hangover creeping back in.
We headed to a bar for tapas & water, lots of water, then the metro back to our hotel where we passed out again..
Then we woke up, and what did we do? Drink.
Will we ever learn? I think not..

part 2 to come soon!

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Gait Analysis


For Easter I went back to Leeds (And Barcelona in between, blogs to come, eventually!) - and as ever, it was amazing.

I knew as soon as I went home, after weeks of not running due to injuring my ankle, I wanted to get a gait analysis done and get the correct trainers for my wobbly ankles.

So. To, "Up and Running" I went.
I wasn't exactly prepared, even though I knew there would be some form of running involved; I still wore skinny jeans, and had left my trainers in Spain (well done Sam). But apparently, that wasn't a problem.

I rolled my jeans up, put on some Asics and got on the (very squeaky) treadmill.
I ran for about 20 seconds, while the man behind recorded my ankles whilst running.
I got off & checked the damage.

Talk about rolling around!

Overpronating, in another words, is what I do.

Meaning - I need extra support on the other side of my foot I somehow decided not to use properly while running.

I tried on a couple of pairs of trainers and ran in between each pair.
Every time came the same response, "Hm, that left ankle..."

Eventually we came to try on these;
Nike Zoom Structure 14+
ta dah!

Not gonna lie, I felt like a bit of a special kid, with extra big clumpy support shoes on.
But, I know its what I need. And probably all my own fault for not getting it done sooner.

The Verdict?

I ran for the first time today in possibly more than 3 weeks (after being lazy, being in Barcelona, and eating my own body weight in food in Leeds) needless to say, it wasn't my best run ever, but I came out injury free! Which really, is all that matters.

So for now, its all about getting back on the running track, quite literally, aiming towards my 10k goal, and keeping my ankles in one piece.

Wish me luck!

Anyone taking up running - for the love of crap, get a gait analysis done, before it is literally too late, and you're all crippled, and stuff.


Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Cordoba! Cordoba!

For some reason, Cordoba (about 40 minutes away from where I live) has never appealed to me. Never "a must see city". But after visiting it twice last week, I take it all back.

The city has a strong mix of religious backgrounds that is evident in all its buildings. Above are pictures of the "Mezquita," or Mosque, that is also mixed with a Cathedral... Yep.
It's a beautiful building, one of the most memorable of all the cathedrals I have seen in Spain.

These past few weeks I've also been lucky enough to get to know these two girls :) Jessica and Lydia.
 We meet up every Monday for a chat; that is a mix of Spanish, English, and Spanglish, but it always a laugh and they really are sweet. 
They decided to show me Cordoba, so thats how this trip came about.

Tetería. A tea shop. 
But the most comfortable, cool, tea shop I've ever been in. 

We rounded off the day eating tapas here. It was lovely.
I tried boquerones en vinagre (anchovies... Probably a good thing I didn't know what they were!) and drank tinto con limon to my hearts content.

A really nice place, that I can finally add to the list of places I've visited while on my Year Abroad :)

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Finde en Benicásim.

Its turning out that every weekend is a bit of an adventure at the moment.
(not that I'm complaining!)

The one just gone was spent in Benicásim (where the Festival is) in Valencia with my long lost friend; Sally!

I flew from Seville - Valencia on Friday with "Iberia", who I actually really recommend for a budget airline. 
Free drink & peanuts on board, eat your heart out Ryanair!

I arrived to a wonderfully sunny Valencia city centre where we ate (the worst) paella (I've ever had)
followed by some sight seeing & one very swollen ankle of mine.

We spent Friday night & Saturday sunbathing (yes, on the beach! That is two minutes from her piso... Not jealous, at all...) eating many tapas, drinking & catching up! We also went to an amazing little "alternative market" Saturday night, where I just got excited about food & became snap happy.                 

True facts; people that act like statues, or do street performances, scare the mierda out of me. Really.

Nutella & banana crepe... It had to be done.

 Its been 2 years since I last saw Sally. 
And two years ago I was struggling through my Spanish A Levels, wondering why on earth I loved a subject that clearly didn't love me back. 

But we stuck it out, and there we were, living the life in Spain, speaking Spanish like it's (almost) natural. 
It was lovely :) and made me realise how far I've come.
Overall, that you should never give up on something you love or something that makes you happy.

Follow your dream.
Chase it. You'll catch it eventually.
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