It was a lovely, peaceful, glowing week with Jeanne – although, as I’m sure you’ll understand, I’ve not written too much about it because I’d like to keep it between the two of us.
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France | Strasbourg Encore
Strasbourg was utterly lovely and relaxing and restorative. I stayed with Jeanne for a week and a half, in the apartment she shares with two friends just outside the pretty town centre.
Continue readingPortugal/Spain/France | Montage!
Alright, so I’m a bad traveller and a bad writer. I’m actually in Strasbourg, France, at the moment, although my diaries are currently languishing somewhere in Portugal. If I try to properly recount the trip up to date it’ll take me another three weeks and I’ll never catch up, sooo… gonna just rush through a few cities right now. Here I go.
Continue readingPortugal | Lost in the Woods
On the final day of our lovely Ericeira mini-break, Tanya, Felix and I had one last coffee together in a cafe, then the pair of them got a cab back to Lisbon while I hopped on a bus to Sintra.
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Okay soo I’ve managed to get myself around two weeks behind with my diaries. I shall now endeavour to recap highlights and zoom up to the present day.
On the 14th of May I had my 29th birthday in Lisbon, and it was a corker.
Continue readingPortugal | “Do You Believe in Fate?”
My first couple of nights in Lisbon were calm. I realised I’d been boozing for too many days on the trot, so I took a few nights off and spent several evenings lounging around and sipping mugs of tea like a wise old owl.
Continue readingPortugal | Straw Mouse
After camping, I headed with Seth and Blanche to Seth’s mum’s house. She lives in a tiny village inland – still technically the Algarve, but far far away from any tourists.
Continue readingPortugal | EELS?????
Okay so I intended to write every day of my trip, and then I just………… didn’t.
But hey, I have some time now, and I need to catch you up on everything that’s happened because – fuck me – it’s been very strange.
Continue readingPortugal | All The Usual Embarrassment
I woke up feeling fragile. In hot countries you dehydrate during the night, and I always wake up feeling like a dried mushroom, half-mad with anxiety.
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After accidentally spunking a fat €50 on a beach towel, I went about my first full day in Portugal.
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