Just one day of exploring the sun soaked streets of Barcelona is enough to get my Ulster fry on. I'll have a side of after sun with that, please. But I really shouldn't be complaining, burnt in Barcelona is much preferable to the grey haze of Belfast for a few days.
Oddly, My 'norn Irish decent has also proved something of a novelty with the men... Don't get me wrong, I love a good flirt just as much as the next person - and then some. But I feel like I've been released into a monastery with a 'libré' sign around my neck, especially when confronted with an observation that "they don't make the Spanish girls like you, they're all bones and brown hair". Who knew too many variety boxes from Wok a Moley would one day pay off?!
No one, because it doesn't. I'm still single.
The city is incredibly beautiful though, the Guadiana inspired architecture flooding the streets with intricate brickwork and awe-inspiring archways. My Instagram account is going into meltdown, as is my friends' list... I never can resist a little travel brag...
I think I possibly subconsciously got so horrifically burnt so when people exclaim how positively lobster like I am I can exclaim, "oh, I was in barcelonaaaa'. If you encounter this you have my full permission to punch me in the face, god knows I could do with the human contact.
As exams loom I now have to face reality and bury myself within the lifeless labyrinths of the library, though reality is I'll be perched in every coffee shop within a two mile radius - scouring the internet for sociology journals and Game of Thrones memes. Most likely the second part. After all - Winter is unavoidably coming. My education? Not so much. Keep charismatic you beautiful people of Belfast xo
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