Where do I even begin? It’s been three months since I’ve blogged, so I’ll do a quick run-through.
Back in September, I had just gotten back from the Camino, where I had 10 days to myself as I walked 272km across the regions of Castilla y León and Galicia. In October, I started a new job teaching intensive English courses with an international university in Spain. Work sent me to La Línea, which lies next to the British territory of Gibraltar, for a month before sending me back to my beloved Granada.
A Walk in Gibraltar
Back in Granada with friends.
Then, in November, D-Man completed a series of interviews to work in the U.K., and announced that we would hit the road in December.
And that’s just what we did.
It wasn’t the easiest of choices, but it was an opportunity for us both. And an adventure that began in D-Man’s small Spanish town with the three of us squashed in the car amongst suitcases, gallons of deep green olive oil, and Spanish sausages.
On the road
24-hour ferry boat ride from Bilbao, Spain to Portsmouth, England.
Passing through Oxford
Getting lost in Liverpool.
Destination: Belfast, Northern Ireland
The trip took 3 days and we celebrated the New Year at Duke of York in Belfast’s city center (centre?), drinking beer and holding hands with complete strangers while singing God Save the Queen.
My horoscope says 2013 is going to be a good year. :)