Ah, university. How distant the library shelves and lecture halls seem to me now. But I can still clearly remember one Sunday afternoon when I was hit by a mid-term crisis, in the thick of deadlines and lectures and seminars and year abroad applications.
My two week trip to the Teardrop of India took me from coast to jungle to hill country and back again.
Known for its world-class waves and beautiful beaches, Peniche was the perfect patch of Lisbon coastline for a group of 20-something year old dudes and dudettes frothing for a bit of pre-exam season sun and surf.
“It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins, the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail of to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.”
Having jumped straight into a month-long internship in Bristol after finishing my second year of university in June, it felt as if summer was quickly passing me by. But after a whirlwind week of last minute surf trips, moving out of my house down south and visiting friends in London, some much-needed summer sun awaited me on the small Greek island of Mykonos.
“For her, the ocean was a thing of such beauty, whenever she looked upon it, she could feel herself leaving a little of her soul as a parting gift.”
Being fortunate enough to study in the beautiful South West of England, I try to get out of the city as much as possible to explore the surrounding countryside.
