Thursday 9th November 2017
Since the day before had not gone quite to plan, we decided that the next one had to be more productive: we’d been having a good time but we’d slacked and we had one day left in Rome to fit in quite a bit. We still managed to snooze our alarm longer than intended. It was inevitable.
Today was going to be our Vatican City day. Along with the Pantheon, this was at the top of my list of things I hadn’t really appreciated when I saw them aged 12 and that I wanted to re-see. The Vatican Museum opened at 9am so we planned to get there for 10am. We arrived at 11am.
Wednesday 8 November 2017
Back in my younger days, I didn’t mind holidays that involved an early start. In fact, I found getting up at the crack of dawn and bundled into the back of my parents’ car and plied with sweets and other treats to keep me and my brothers behaved as we headed to the Eurotunnel and into France (our usual family holiday routine) quite exciting. Nowadays the dream for me is to get up at a civilised time, have some breakfast and a nice cup of tea and saunter casually to the airport. With that in mind I was less than impressed when the Boy’s alarm went off at 3am to try and encourage us to get out of bed and on the road to Gatwick for our 6.45am flight. I maintain we could have had at least another 15 minutes alarm free but I kept that to myself.
24 June 2017
I’ve lived in Streatham Hill for over two years now but, with the exception of the train station, I can probably count the amount of times that I have been into actual Streatham on my fingers. And it would be debatable as to whether I would need more than one hand. I usually end up in Brixton and Clapham instead. But whenever I do go into the town I always spot places that I mean to go back to. So when my friend suggested going to Streatham Food Festival this weekend I was game. If there are two things in this world that I love then it’s food and convenience – and this would tick both boxes. I’m not sure how this festival has managed to escape my notice for the past two years. Continue reading “Streatham Food Festival 2017”
Monday 17th – Wednesday 19th April 2017
The next morning involved another long lie-in. The room I was sleeping in had no curtains so we’d thrown up some big blankets to cover them. They worked very well. So well that they were basically black out blinds so waking up was actually pretty difficult as it was always so dark. That’s my excuse anyway and I’m sticking with it.
Sunday 16th April 2017
Sunday in Berlin meant only one thing: Mauer Park. Unfortunately, unlike last weekend, the weather today was not so nice. Instead of heat and sun, it actually started hailing as I got the U Bahn with my family to Eberswalder Straße. I was pretty sure the weekly karaoke would not be on in this weather and was dubious that visiting the flea market was a good idea but my Dad was pretty set on going there so off we went. Continue reading “Berlin Vol 6.2: flea markets, beef sandwiches and schnitzel”
Friday 14th – Saturday 15th April 2017
The beady eyed among you might have noticed my last trip to Berlin finished only on 11th April. Basically, I arrived back home in London, whipped out my laptop and booked a return flight for the Friday! A little extravagant I know. You see, I’d booked my initial flights to go to Berlin with some friends a couple of months ago. Then, a week or two before the Easter bank holiday, my family decided they were going to go as well. It hadn’t even occurred to me to join them until my last day in Berlin, when they suggested I just stayed until they arrived. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any of my uni work with me – which really needed to get done – and I did have things on back in London so I came back – but just for a couple of days.
Monday 10th – Tuesday 11th April 2017
I woke up on my third day in Berlin to find the sun was out. The day before we’d dressed for summer but still took out our jumpers and jackets and just ended up carrying them around. Today we figured we’d live on the edge and just go out in our skirts and dresses. That was dumb, Continue reading “Berlin Vol 5.3: bikes, airfields and margaritas”