Arrival A restless night on an incredibly hot train with a drunk and loud man for company got us to Madrid. Exhausted, but excited to explore the city, we headed to our hostel right in Madrid’s heart. We couldn’t check Continue reading
So the last couple of months have flown by – and I have become slack on the blog front. But lucky for you, reader, I have a killer memory (plus a notebook full of notes) so I can still make Continue reading
Amsterdam. The city of bikes, of crooked buildings, of beautiful canals. A weekend was all it took for me to fall in love with this charming city. After a very long journey involving a bus, then a ferry, then another Continue reading
When you get an opportunity to go to Scandinavia for the weekend, you don’t say no. Especially when you’re on exchange and have nothing to lose. After only a few short weeks in Oxford, this opportunity arose through a Facebook Continue reading
Well, I guess there rarely was sunshine in overcast Oxford, but when I’m old and grey, my time on exchange is definitely going to be looked upon as one of the greatest experiences of my life. That doesn’t mean that Continue reading
Last Saturday, I embarked on my second adventure outside Oxford with my fellow exchange students; this time, to the lovely Welsh countryside. After struggling out of bed when the sun had only just peeped its head and making it to Continue reading
We are already into week three of classes… And I have done zilch. It’s not that my classes aren’t interesting (I’m actually really excited to be studying the theories of Foucault, Nietsche, Berkeley) but there is just so much other Continue reading
Last Saturday marked the first adventure for Oxford Brookes exchange students – a day in the beautiful city of Bath. After a two-hour bus ride, I was again amazed at the stunning architecture and the visible history as we entered Continue reading
Having roamed around the city of Oxford for a couple of days, I have picked up a couple of things. 1. It’s old There is so much history here. I did a tour of the Bodleian library, which opened in Continue reading
There is something about travelling alone. Everything comes down to you. You are responsible for yourself, where you have to be and when. At first, I felt sad that I had noone to share moments with – to laugh at Continue reading