Diary of a Wanderer

(Written 10 th November) 3 weeks in England proved to be enough and soon another flight was booked and I was heading back to Spain. To the north, to work at a kids camp I must admit I had very little information about! Turns out the place was to challenge all my stereotypes of sunny Spain- Galicia has more rain than England, and a good day is a dry day, with maybe a sighting of blue sky! I touched down in Santiago de Compostela and came across about 8 others who were heading to work at the same place- all of us armed with very little information about the place and unsure about what we were letting ourselves in for. With 4 hours to wait before our bus arrived to take us to the camp we had plenty of time to get to know each other and formulate potential scenarios regarding what we had actually signed up for. Nevertheless, when we finally arrived I’m not sure I expected to be just quite as remote as it was! In the middle of NOWHERE, on a dam, with the nearest little village a 15 minu...

(Written 28 th October) Coming home started a rather frantic job search, causing me to soon break the one promise I had made to myself when I left uni- I don’t care what I do, just do not go back to working in retail. I love working with people and the general public really isn’t that bad, but stacking shelves, working the check out and being spoken to like a second class citizen by customers who have their heads shuvved so far up their own arses they can’t see the sun, really isn’t the one.  However, with a good few years of retail experience under my belt, it was not surprising that within a couple of days and a few applications I soon found myself as a Christmas temp at Boots in Westfield. A big shop, interesting stock (beats clothes and shoes…), surely it won’t be that bad. HA. My first few shifts were spent positioned at the front of the shop, “selling” the ‘star gift’ to uninterested customers who frankly would be happier and potentially more interested if the display had...

(Written 14 th October) If there was one thing I was looking forward to about coming home it was having all five of us back together. I absolutely love going away, but I also value family above everything else in the world. After 5 months we found ourselves sitting around the dinner table again all together swapping stories and naturally being the loudest most boisterous table in the restaurant. My sister had had months of adventures around Vietnam, and my brother had started college and a new job that has finally managed to pull out his inner enthusiasm. To top it off my sister and I were especially excited about being bridesmaids for my cousin the following day. The wedding was undoubtedly one top notch knees up. Considering I have been one of the most helplessly absent bridesmaids the world has possibly seen there was not much that could go wrong when my instructions were to essentially  to  just turn up! Thankfully everything went without a hitch and bride and groom...