Touch down. Home.
I’ve got nothing. I really don’t know what to say right now. It has been a tough week saying lots of goodbyes to friends, clients, the client’s family and family.
Teaching English here at the school has been fulfilling and satisfying. These kids are just always over the moon and when you walk past their classroom they constantly shout your name and try to pull you in and teach them. I love it.
So after leaving Barcelona, I spent 66 hours of travelling trying to get to Kathmandu (that’s the consequence for doing a spontaneous trip).
Wow. This past week I’ve really been on a journey mentally. And being on this mental journey has lots of distractions, especially living in a city like Barcelona. Barcelona is exactly what I’ve heard it to be, if not better.
Hey, what up?
I haven’t done much blogging lately mainly because life has been pretty simple not a whole lot has been happening. Although its good to have a little place to call home for a month and having a little family to be there for me.
So I arrived in Lavaur, which is in the South West of France on Thursday. I got off the train to John and his 6 year old son Tom who welcomed me with open arms and a chocolate Kit Kat bar.
I flew into Paris at 8 am in the morning, completely jetlagged and really just wanting to be in bed with a hot chocolate and watch Friends. But that wasn’t the case, I had to go out and explore Paris.
I grew up in a small town in the South Western corner of Australia, named Bunbury. It isn’t a very big city but I had a great up bringing, and for some unknown reason that wasn’t enough for me.
Time is getting close and in just over a month away I will be getting on a one-way flight to Paris. And its hard saying goodbye to friends and family because I don’t know how long I will be away for.
So here we were, three naïve 17 year old friends hiking the Stirling Rangers in the South West bottom corner of Australia. With no experience of hiking, my friends and I did one of Western Australia’s most dangerous hike.