Where do I even begin? It’s been almost three months since I’ve blogged, so I’ll do a quick run-through of these past few months.
Back in September, I had just gotten back from the Camino, where I had had 10 days to myself, walking 272km across Castilla y León and Galicia. In October, I started a new job teaching intensive English courses with an international university in Spain. It was the job I had been keeping my fingers crossed for, and it brought me to La Línea (which lies next to the British territory of Gibraltar) for a few weeks before bringing me back to my beloved Granada.
Back in Granada!
And finally, in November, D-Man got all of his paperwork going after completing a series of interviews to work in the UK, and announced that we would hit the road in December.
And that’s just what we did.
It wasn’t the easiest of choices, but it was an opportunity, for the both us. And an adventure that began in D-Man’s small Spanish town – the three of us squashed in the car amongst suitcases, gallons of deep green olive oil, and Spanish sausages.
On the road
24-hour ferry boat ride (from hell)
Bye-bye Liverpool! (hello again, choppy sea waters)
All in all, the trip took 3 days and we settled in comfortably enough to enjoy the New Year at the Duke of York in Belfast’s city center (centre?), drinking beer and holding hands with strangers while singing God Save the Queen.
My horoscope says 2013 is going to be a good year. :)