I have been in Manchester for a year and have for whatever reason made a very rash, spur of the moment decision to go travelling indefinitely. One could say that I am slightly anxious about the months to come but have unfortunately finished work thus have no other choice but to pack my bags and catch my Wednesday Ryan Air flight to Barcelona. Stupidly I did not consider luggage limits when organising my flight therefore I am restricted to basically a spare pair of underwear and toothbrush for my travels unless I pay an exorbitant amount for a few extra kilos worth. This could actually be a blessing in disguise as I am really struggling to find the motivation to pack. I find that I pack much better under pressure any way.
Have loved Manchester and would recommend anyone to come up here and work if the opportunity arose. Want to just post on my blog a big xoxoxo MWAH xoxoxo to everyone that I have met whilst I have been here...
The past few weeks have been flat out catching up with everyone before I go and thinking that I should really get organised. Had my farewell soiree at Hannah's house last wednesday night which was fabulous. Plenty of food, wine and champagne as usual. Waking up at 0430am to throw up was probably the only downer of the evening... this was probably a result of the half tia maria/half cream and black zambucca shot topped with cream that I had at the Metropolitan. Bad move...
Since I wrote the above text I have actually arrived in Barcelona. Have spent today wandering around looking at lots of Gaudi architecture/buildings, a beautiful park, many shops and Las Ramblas. I am absolutely knackered. I am wondering how long it is going to take for me to go insane if I have to put up with myself for any length of time. Will post some photos soon. Adios Amigos.
Olympic stadium. So desolate. Great views.
Sorry but the rest of my photos of Gaudi etc are on my phone and I can't get them on my computer.
