Budget recipes & Travel

Hi guys!

Being in my 3rd year of university has got my mind racing on my future. I’ve always loved to write, eat and travel and what better way of spending the remaining time at university combining all three?

I employed help of my flatmate/best pal to help me out and together we have created what can only be described as “the best budget travel and recipe blog you’ll ever lay eyes on”. (Some bias may have been incorporated).

But anyway you get my point. It’s good and I’m incredibly proud of it.

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Cold, confusing and clumsy Copenhagen

To start my 2017 correctly I traveled to Copenhagen for 4 days. A mini break before the chaos of university and the looming realization that deadlines are close.

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De nada (No problem)

I’ve been exploring the shores of the Dominican Republic for two weeks and I can’t express how serene the island is.

It’s relaxed atmosphere, luscious palms and white sand beaches are something I’ve always been jealous of and I’m glad I’ve finally been given the opportunity to visit.

I’ve experienced things I once dreamed of – horse riding, swimming with sharks and rays, visiting remote islands and diving under waterfalls.

The mantra ‘no problem’ (or ‘de nada’) is a something I fully embraced and is a mile away from the reality of Britain (especially considering its current state of affairs).

Taking your time is fully embraced by the locals and is something I wish would continue across the pond.

The island is stunning, the locals friendly and the weather is heaven. The Dominican attitude and culture is much to be desired and I hope to visit again someday. Until then I  carry on dreaming.

The loss of connection.

I’ve been camping around the Scottish Highlands for the past week. After exams finished I needed to get away and seek adventure. The towns are small and quaint but the views are breathtaking.

I realised this week that the loss of my mobile was more of a relief than a hindrance. To get back to the old art of map reading and getting lost has been bliss. The wall that sheltered me from the continuous world of text, email and phone calls was something I craved – the solitude was bliss.

And now I am back in Glasgow, I can not deny that the week spent in the Highlands was less tedious than the time I have spent writing this post on my laptop. Sat on my bed in my empty student room surrounded by nothing but blank walls, full suitcases and bags, all suggesting I will be leaving soon, and together allude a sight more lonesome. There is a feeling of loss; of change, and most importantly of going home.

I can’t wait to be reunited with family and friends, to enjoy the benefits of a full fridge and to unwind in a luxurious bath instead of a tiny airport cubicle of a shower I have cramped myself in to for the past year. First year of university is over and with it comes excitement for summer. So let it begin.


‘Alone’ being the operative word

I want to lie in a hammock and stare at the stars. Trace the constellations with my fingers and count how many there are.

I want to sleep in a King size bed with one-thousand pillows and a throw. Curl myself up and experience the life of an Eskimo.

I want to sail  to the middle of the ocean where no land can be seen. And watch the life that plays out beneath the green.

I want to travel to distant countries and experience different tastes and sounds. My experiences will know no bounds.

I suffer with resting bitch face and a chronic hatred of people. 

Spending 3 days in Barcelona with a group of people you’ve never met before teaches you a lot about yourself.

It has taught me that my unwavering condition of resting bitch face is undoubtedly still present. With remarks of ‘I thought you were a bitch when I first saw you’ or ‘you scared me a little’ still being made in full force – how honoured I feel.

It has taught me that I am no longer tolerate of people. If I’m tired I won’t hide it – I’m going to be silent and possibly a little bit grumpy too. I’m possibly going to have a chronic hatred towards you for a little while as well – it’s nothing personal.

It has taught me that if I have something to say, I’m most likely going to say it.

And it has taught me that if a girl is unbelievably tired, don’t ask her to take off her shoes at security because havoc will ensue.

Barcelona has once again astounded me with its beauty. And although I’ve explored its streets once before, I can’t help but be dazzled by it.The destinations I met on my last visit stand as proud as they did back then – oozing the confidence of the people.

Barcelona is undoubtly a place of tranquillity. It’s unique architecture and zones leave much to be desired and I will always spend hours examining their every  detail.

An open letter to Manchester

Dear Manchester,

I would be lying if I said that you’ve always had my heart because you haven’t. Before I left your tarmac streets in September, I thought you were dark, dull and dingy. Your concrete buildings towered over me like authoritarian figures holding me in a drab prison cell. You were bleak and you were dismal and I tolerated you.

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