As you may well know from my previous blog post, I never had great aspirations to travel throughout most of my life. That’s not to say that I didn’t love going on holiday and experiencing different cultures (From the safety of a package holiday…). Spanish has always been a passion of mine,…
I devour the words of other travel blogs. I love seeing what made people just like me take a permanent or temporary break from the treadmill of’ real life’ in exchange for a life of adventure and the unknown. There’s one similarity between all of these bloggers. They have always wanted to travel. My…
I had the privilege of attending a Feria (Fiesta) in Linares, Andalucia. The Feria has been held every year for over 300 years. Even more of a privilege was to share this experience with my Spanish friends who actually lived in Linares where the feria was held! There’s nothing better than travelling with locals! I…
On the last night in Candeleda we had a disco. I looked around at all of the people in the room and thought about how close we had all became during that past week and how upset I would be if I never saw them again. Giselle then came up to me and asked how…
I have just been featured in an interview with the wonderful Neil from Backpacks and Bunkbeds! Have a read and find out about my first travel experience and my exciting future travel plans! http://www.backpacksandbunkbeds.co.uk/travel-blogger-interviews/stephanie-pearlsnpassport/
Each night in Candeleda we attended an assembly where the master of ceremonies talked about the day, future plans and there was also some entertainment. The entertainment varied and we enjoyed talks, presentations and theatre. The role plays and theatre helped the Spaniards develop their English skills by applying them in a different setting. This…
The hotel that we stayed at was a few miles away from civilisation. All that surrounded us was beautiful mountains, lush greenery and a few nearby farms. One day I took a bike ride to the surrounding countryside and found many charming farms full of cute sheep and goats. I think we were based in…
The Anglos and Spaniards were no longer strangers, they were friends. I’ve never had such a close bond with such an eclectic group of people before. We were all excited to let our hair down and enjoy a few drinks together at our first party night in Candeleda! Everyone dressed up in their finest clothes…
So there I was, on a bus full of Spanairds and Anglos from all around the world on my way to a hotel in an isolated little Spanish town. We sat Anglo-Spaniard on the bus. I was sat next to a very chatty Spanish man. Initially I wondered what the hell we would talk about…
I arrived in Madrid in the afternoon, clinging on to my suitcase (just in case anyone decided to pickpocket one of my retro dresses from my suitcase!). As soon as I got off the plane I could sense a change in mood, Spaniards are a lot happier and more relaxed than the English! I could…