Ice. Land. A land of ice. A land of icyness. Frozen water. Ice. Land. Why, I ask you, did I arrive in Iceland wearing shorts? How did I not realise quite what the temperature would be? I have to say, I did think it would be colder than London, I mean, I even had a short sleeved cardigan ready... totally prepared! As I stepped off the plane into one of those tunnel things a sharp blast of icy wind hit me. This, in addition to surveying my fellow passengers o...

Switzerland is fake. That is my conclusion. Now don't go thinking that I am just making outrageous judgements... I have now spent a long weekend (note the 'long' please Alice) in the country and did some serious research. However, I stick to my theory for the following reasons: The cheese can not possibly be that amazing. The streets can not be that clean and tidy. (Did I say streets? I meant entire country...) The grass can not be that bright and lush in colo...

Five months in France. Five months. From an icy winter to a now ridiculously hot summer. Five months. Five months of living overseas for the first time. Five months. Five month of being surrounded by the French language. Five months. And what have I discovered in these five months? • That it's best not to convert euros into dollars. This proves to be incredibly depressing and you begin to doubt whether they actually want the 4 euro coffee, as really, would yo...

Mainly as proof that I don't actually spend most of my time jetting around Europe I thought I would update my blog from here in Lyon. With little over a month left of my french adventure time is rushing by ridiculously quickly! Today I had a placement test to see what class I will be in for my month long french course starting next week. I learnt my lesson that guessing on placement tests is a stupid idea. I paid dearly for this stupidity in my french class at ...

"St Anton is the place to be, for fun, laughs and ski, ski, ski!!!" A quote from the poetic masterpiece created by Eloise and I at the end of the week. Definitely true - a wonderful week of skiing and laughing in Austria. The trip started off fairly shakily. After getting up at 5am to catch a 7am train to Geneva I was not one bit impressed when 7am changed to 20 past, which changed to 7.45, then 8, then 8.25 and I STILL hadn't left. Luckily ('lets be g...