The first week in my new home was spent scouting out surf spots, running routes and the best boulangerie to find a gâteau basque.
Ah Hossegor, j’adore. A place where year abroad paperwork and French university timetables were replaced by rolling waves and peaceful pine forests…
Visiting this popular Greek island during the height of summer, I was not expecting to have the white stone streets and Aegean beaches all to myself. However, I also wasn’t expecting to see Little Venice on the verge of sinking beneath the swarm of tourists that surged from every street. Thank the Greek Gods for the Suzuki Jeep we rented, which allowed us to escape the crowds and explore the island’s hidden gems.
A couple of weeks ago, my fellow English Erasmus students and I came to the sudden realisation that there were only six more weeks left of our first term abroad. A mild panic set in as we remembered all of the places we said we would go to but hadn’t yet managed to see. So, we made a bucket-list. Having spent the last three months marvelling at the majestic Pyrenees from afar, paying them a visit was at the top of the list. We made a pact that come rain or shine, we would make it up to those mountains.
I can’t believe two months have already gone by since I left for the trip of a lifetime. For a number of reasons, the memories I made in Sri Lanka will stay with me for the rest of my life, floating like a dream in the most far-flung corners of my mind.
From surfing in the Basque Country to soaking up some French culture (and wine) in nearby Toulouse and Bordeaux, it’s safe to say that I won’t be doing much studying this term…
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.