If you’re there for 4 or more days, get the 7 day Subway pass. It’ll save you money for how often you use the subway, and is so much easier than buying a single ticket every time you get public transport. I only caught onto this on my second or third day, so didn’t get as much value out of it, but it was still worth it for me.
I, like most others, grew up watching American movies. One of the classic, watched-that-a-thousand-times movies was the Lindsey Lohan classic “The Parent Trap”. The film is initially set at an all-girls summer camp (with the exception of one boy, who is grossly mistaken). Now, I’m not naïve. I realise they were on a set, and that’s not how people really live… right?
Well. Let me tell you, it is EXACTLY like the movies. The wooden cabins, the large duffle bags, the daily activities, I could go on and on. I mean there was no isolation cabin, but mostly everything else was just as I had seen in the movies. Yes, we even had a cabin swim naked in the lake. Nope, they didn’t lose at poker (as Annie does in Parent Trap), they weren’t even dared to do it, they just wanted to. And hey, it’s summer camp, go for it.
I’m not gonna lie, Ed Sheeran’s recent song had me pretty pumped about finally getting to see everything that Barcelona has to offer.
So with “Barcelona” streaming through my headphones, I tried to calm myself down, as I set off for my weekend adventure.
I ended up flying to Barcelona on Friday, and flying home Monday, which gave me a good 2.5 days to fit in as much as humanly possible.
And that I did.
Within approximately 30 hours, I strolled along the beautiful beach, gazed at Gaudi’s impressive La Pedrera, joined a tour through the famous Sangrada Familiar, took a gallery’s worth of photos at Park Güell, made and tested tapas, sangria and paella at a Spanish cooking class, wandered around Las Ramblas and taste-tested at La Boqueria, smiled from ear to ear at the “magic fountain” show, and enjoyed some of the best ice-cream and churros I’ve had.
Hiya – oh crap I’m sounding like a local British girl, next thing I’ll be asking people if they’re alright.
ANYWAY, I have just recently returned from my Greek getaway, and let me tell you it was AMAZING!
…No really, let me tell you about it.
Since I had no friends available to travel with me when I had time off, I made the very courageous decision (thousands of people have made this decision), to take on the world by myself. Technically I was only taking on a very small part of the world, and I was joining a tour, so not technically by myself, but still, I would like some credit.
The tour that I signed up for was operated by Busabout, called the Greek Island Flexi-Hopper. It began and ended in Athens, and included Mykonos, Paros, Santorini and Ios.
Like many people (and evidently Australians, since 95% of my tour group were from Australia), Greece was at the top of my bucket list, and it did not disappoint.
In my humble opinion, London is a pretty good spot for an Aussie to relocate (for the first time anyway), since there’s no major culture shock. I mean most things are the same, apart from of course the accent and a few other minor things.
However, that doesn’t mean that everything makes total sense to me over here. Like for example, the way Londoners greet people (this by the way, might not be unique to Londoners, but I am yet to venture outside of London).
In both Koh Samui and Singapore, we went on a city tour within the first few days, and it’s safe to say that I loved both of them. In Singapore we were able to get off the bus at any stop to look around and there were hourly buses that we could get back on once we were ready. As well as stopping to look at landmarks, we saw lots of the city (which was beautiful). We got off the bus twice to look at the Gardens by the Bay and Chinatown, both of which I was pleasantly surprised by. Continue reading →