Year Abroad. Part 15: Careless Whisper
We were going to Erbusco. Our expectations were meagre, and we had but two: to
Zac Turner
Year Abroad. Part 18: Essaix-en-Provence
And at last, my friends visited. Early morning flights means early morning landings, and I was
Year Abroad. Part 17: La nuit de la verrerie
Nights are normally quieter here in Aix, except for one night. There is a road here called La
Year Abroad. Part 16: Buenas Noches
So, Madrid called. They said they wanted to see me, so I popped over for
Year Abroad. Part 15: Sun on Sundays
Mid-February and already layers are being removed. As T-shirts replace scarves we are beginning to
Year Abroad: Part 14, The Post Office
I hate the post office in France. It’s shit. And indeed, you might well ask yourselves how 500 words
Year Abroad. Part 13: Bridging the Gap
New year, new semester. After a two-week baptism of fire in the French examination system,
Year Abroad. Part 12: The Exam Period
Given my previous experiences of France, I should have expected this to be anything other
Year Abroad. Part 10: Home time
So here marks the end of my first semester, and it makes sense to end