Year Abroad. Part 15: Careless Whisper
We were going to Erbusco. Our expectations were meagre, and we had but two: to…
We were going to Erbusco. Our expectations were meagre, and we had but two: to…
And at last, my friends visited. Early morning flights means early morning landings, and I was…
Nights are normally quieter here in Aix, except for one night. There is a road here called La…
So, Madrid called. They said they wanted to see me, so I popped over for…
Mid-February and already layers are being removed. As T-shirts replace scarves we are beginning to…
I hate the post office in France. It’s shit. And indeed, you might well ask yourselves how 500 words…
New year, new semester. After a two-week baptism of fire in the French examination system,…
Given my previous experiences of France, I should have expected this to be anything other…
So here marks the end of my first semester, and it makes sense to end…