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Saturday, 22 June 2013

A Midsomer night's dream.

Midsummer, summer solstice, the longest day of the year. Whatever you want to call it in Sweden it's a much bigger deal than it is pretty much anywhere else in the world. So I decided to make my way to Stockholm to enjoy the cultural festivities. 

My flight was out of stansted airport which to my dismay was much more difficult to get to from Bournemouth than anticipated, so I decided to take the coach into central London for the evening to enjoy dinner and drinks with some friends instead of taking the random 9 hour journey direct from Bournemouth which involved switching coaches 3 times. No thank you. 

I arrived in London around 6:30 to meet Aaron (friend from Paris and Bournemouth blogs) and we headed to his new place near brick lane. After quickly freshening up we headed out to brick lane for some of their infamous curry dishes. On the way we stopped at a little Bangladesh dessert bar where we tried 6 different kinds of sweets all of which were delicious, however I still have zero idea how to explain what they tasted like! 

The theme of random food continued as we sat down for our curry meal, we decided to try anything on the menu that sounded completely unrecognisable and run with it, starting with some crispy wafer thing and dips that I couldn't even explain if I wanted to. One was a pink powder that tasted somewhat like a coconut, the other was yellow and I could definitely taste some cilantro, the other was pink and it almost tasted like Chinese duck sauce. Although those descriptions are really a total understatement of flavours. Next we had chicken and lamb korma which was absolutely delicious and my favorite chili naan. 

After all the food we were super stuffed and headed back to Aaron's to grab a jacket where we ran into his flat mate Joel and had some drinks, discussed English literature, fifty shades of grey, American politics, gun control, random Australian poets, and world war 2. Quite a heady evening, and I loved every second of it! 

Later Aaron and I went to a super funky cocktail bar on the corner or brick lane and ordered a couple of old fashioners and talked the night away before I had to catch a taxi to Victoria station at 3 am to make my way to Stansted airport. The taxi arrived late, was super rude, barely spoke English, and I found myself running after the coach like a crazy person. Luckily I made it on and off to stansted I went. 

Arriving at stansted was once again, hectic. No one knew where they were supposed to be going, no one seemed to know how to get through security with ease, it was like traveling amateur hour. Seriously people, liquids have to be under 100 ml, take your shoes off, and don't be a dick to the security agents, it's really not that difficult. I digress. Once down at the gate everyone waited in a massive queue outside in the rain to get on the plane, oh Ryanair you really are my nemesis. This is why proper airlines assign seats and call you up in groups. Even easyjet manages to do that and they are cheaper than Ryanair.

Anyway, we arrived in Stockholm 20 minutes early and while waiting for the bus to Stockholm city from skavsta airport I made friends with some awesome girls from Taiwan who were staying in a hostel near to my hotel. We chatted for the coach ride into the city and exchanged numbers with plans to do a boat tour the next day. 

Once I got to the bus station I really should have hopped on the tunnelbana and gone to gamla stan and walked to my hotel, BUT I was on 1 hour of sleep and I was not confident in my abilities to navigate the underground with luggage I such a state, so I paid for an extortionately priced taxi that took me straight to the door of the Hilton Honors Club Stockholm Slussen. BIG step up from the hostels I have been staying in! Don't get me wrong- hostels are amazing, the people you get to share your traveling experience with end up as life long friends and there is no more economical way to see the world, however my mom had originally planned on coming on this particular adventure with me, which meant that the room at the Hilton was already reserved. Who am I to punch a gift horse in the mouth?? 

Due to my mother being the ultimate badass and a gold Honors club member (she owns a timeshare in NYC which tends to rack up the Hilton bonus points) not only do I get to stay there for free, charge 5 star meals to the Hilton account, and have a room on a floor where you have to put a key into the elevator- I also got to check in 3 hours early, my first glass of wine was free, and they brought me a big box of Swedish chocolates. Which by the way are better than Belgian chocolate- with hints of cinnamon. Amazing. 

After arriving I relaxed, took a nap, had a snack, you know, tried to get myself together for all the walking and sightseeing that was to come. 

Once I was ready I ventured out into gamla stan which is full of cafes, coffee shops, boutiques, art galleries, AND the royal palace. Unlike England apparently in Sweden you can actually enter the royal palace... Explore where kings and queens used to live (and some royals still do) and this palace puts Buckingham palace to shame!! Gold fixtures everywhere, intricate paintings and statues, absolutely incredible I could have wandered around there for hours (and I probably did).

When my feet started to ache I headed back to the hotel to freshen up and get dinner where I had the most incredible meal I've had since I've been in Europe (including the fabulous foie gras and duck I had in Paris) at a restaurant called Eken which just so happened to be connected to my hotel! i started with seared scallops and grilled cucumber with a spicy cucumber purée, followed by veal, fried asparagus, and lemon chili butter. Melt in your mouth amazing!! Even the couple next to me was raving about the chef to no end! 

Next I was deciding between going out and staying in and where to go?! Traveling alone can sometimes be off in the sense that you don't want to end up in a crazy club, you want to find a place where it's normal to sit at a bar, have a drink, and chat with total strangers, but truthfully it is already 8:30 and the sun isn't even setting yet, I'm not quite sure what time people even go out here its so light SO late! During midsummer the sundowner set until midnight, and it rises by 4 am, so strange. 

I decided to mosey down to sodermalm and see what it had to offer, it was much closer to my hotel than I expected and I found a bunch of cool bars, I opted to go into the "Victoria" pub and ended up making friends with a group of Swedish guys Jo were lovely, we then hopped over to Patrick's bar where I was convinced to try the best beer I've her had:::: staropramen ; say that ten times fast. Oddly enough Patrick's plays American country music so I felt right at home!! I did however find it a bit hard to interact with the Swedish because while they do speak perfect English, unlike the Dutch they still speak Swedish to each other fully knowing you can't understand them. On a side note, I now think Swedish is the most fascinating language in the world; or at least Europe. The fact that I couldn't even pronounce half of their words if I tried intrigues me. They literally have letters that don't exist in the English or Romance languages that produce sounds that my tongue is just not trained to make. 

After Patrick's I headed to enke the bar/restaurant attached to my hotel and made some friends and sipped champagne and enjoyed the evening with my new friends!

The next morning I joined a hop on hop off boat tour and found my way to skansen which is much larger than I expected and I'm not sure how to explain it, it may as well be a city within itself. It looks like it popped out of a fairy tale! I couldn't dream up a more beautiful place! I stopped at cafe pettisan for some delicious pastries where a woman in traditional Swedish attire served me the most DELICIOuS rhubard pie with vanilla sauce and another pastry which was equally delicious but I'm not sure what it was exactly I would guess almond coffee cake but that doesn't quite describe it. That vanilla sauce though, I could bathe in it. So freaking good. I did giggle to myself a bit when I noticed that this super cute little cafe was playing Swedish house mafia though, didn't quite fit but I guess it's technically Swedish music haha. 

Following my mini brunch I wandered around skansen kind of aimlessly and found a large group of people folk dancing in a circle to traditional Swedish folk songs! Incredible! I snapped a few photos and quickly joined in the fun, the singer was shouting instructions to the dance though I could not understand them. Next I meandered over to the zoo, followed by the aquarium, the theatre, explored everything skansen had to offer. It was so beautiful I could I have spent days there, but I hopped back on the canal bus and went to explore the national museum, the boat hostel, and some shops. I was pleased to see that the boat hostel has a lively bar on the deck and pool that is open to the public, i made a mental note to go back the next day to check it out. 

Once my legs were aching I headed back to my hotel and ordered room service, a herring plate (which was awful but not because of the preparation I just discovered I don't like herring), and Swedish meatballs and mashed potatoes which were fab. Since I was running low on cash and totally nackered I decided to stay in put on my big fluffy hotel robe and watch some movies in my hotel while watching the sun go down over the canal from my hotel window. Relaxation at it's finest. 

Early the next day I went downstairs for the complimentary hotel breakfast and was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't just croissants and cereal. You could choose anything from scrambled eggs to meatballs, assorted cheeses, herring again (yuck), pastries, Danishes, and every kind of juice imaginable. A girl could get used to that. Since I was running low on money and didn't want to spend it on food I piled up my plate so I had energy for the days activities, then went upstairs to get ready for the day. 

Next I walked 2.3 miles to Langholmsbadet city beach just on the outskirts of Stockholm city where locals go to swim in the super clean Swedish water, unfortunately I did not pack a bathing suit and Sweden is not one of the places in Europe where people swim naked so I was stuck laying in the sand and reading my book. Rough life. The beach was stunning and as always so were the people, seriously is everyone in Stockholm completely stunning?!? What is up with that?? I find myself at a loss for words every time a Swedish man attempts to speak to me (and completely flattered when they assume I speak Swedish). 

After the beach I made my way to this bar which is located on an old ship (so cool) where I met some new friends for a drink and then called it a night. 

The following morning I had to check out of the hotel, afterwards I decided to see pretty much every museum I hadn't seen yet; the ABBA museum, the SPRIT museum, the vasa museum, etc, Sweden is loaded with unique museums! 
My personal favorite was the absolut vodka exhibit at the spirit museum. Where I also learned about sweden's very conflicting rules regarding alcohol, which I found fascinating. Did you know that in Sweden you can drink at a bar at 18 but you can not purchase it from a liquor store until you are 21? Sort of a smart move if you ask me- in a bar the bartender should be watching to see how much you have had and ensure that you are not super over served- and if you manage to get to drunk they can ensure that you get a safe taxi home. 

So that was the end of my midsomer journey, a great mix of lively and peaceful!






































Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Eivissa Sirens












  Last week I hopped a flight to the one and only Ibiza. I had been warned by just about everyone to "be careful" & "Ibiza is the number one clubbing destination in the world, seriously watch your back", "people get robbed in Ibiza", & "it's a very seedy place"... These comments were an understatement. An egregious understatement.



   The ridiculous journey started right from the airport, after trying to check in online and print my boarding pass which Ryanair requires you to do before arriving at the airport the website told me that due to the fact that I'm not an EU member I would need to check in at the ticket counter in order to get my boarding pass. Normally this would have seemed fishy to me but I was flying out of Bournemouth airport which is so small I just assumed they had a different process for international travellers. Wrong. I swear they should rename me murphy because as usual anything that can go wrong, will. Ryanair made me pay £70 to print me a boarding pass... That's almost $125. Fuck me. 

    Making a decision not to let this set back ruin my beachy holiday I ate the cost and went through security, and watched the party unfold right before my eyes at the terminal. Everyone was at the airport bar doing shots of tequila, chugging beer and spirits and yelling loudly. Since I was alone and my friends were flying to Ibiza from another airport I popped my headphones in, ordered myself a cider and kept to myself. That didn't last long. 



Once aboard the plane things got crazy, this flight may have well been a flying party bus, people were blasting music, dancing in the aisles, going up to the drink and food cart as if it was a proper bar in a nightclub. I chatted with everyone around me, made some friends, drank a little, laughed a lot and before you know it we were there! 
  
   I shared a taxi to San Antonio with some people who were also heading in that direction and made my way to my hotel, Hotel Gran Sol- Calle Soledad 49 Balearic Islas, Ibiza, Spain. 

   The hotel was much better than I had expected for the price I was paying, big granite bar, super nice pool, meters from the beach, private balcony, private bathroom, and key card entry. This may sound standard to you if you've never left the states but believe me, in Europe that is luxury! 

I settled in, changed, and went to the hotel bar for a caipirinha. I turned on my phone at the bar and received a text from my friend Rosie (see earlier blog to hear all about some good times with Rosie in London) who was supposed to be meeting me at the hotel shortly since her flight from East Midlands got in much later than mine. Next bit of bad news: Rosie missed her flight... And wasn't going to make it... At all. Panic set in for a second thinking that I would be lost in Ibiza alone for the next 5 days. Until I remembered that Rosie's friend Whitney was supposed to be joining us the next afternoon. I asked Rosie if Whitney would still be coming and was delighted to hear that she was, however since Rosie was our only mutual friend I hadn't bothered to get any of this girls information. I didn't know what she looked like, her nationality, last name, or anything! Will she be fun? Does she want to party or does she want to relax? How is she going to find the hotel? The whole thing was nervous-making!! 

   I decided to let fate take control of my week and let things happen naturally. I talked to some girls in the hotel bar, had some drinks and went down to the west end with one of them for some fun. 

    I'm not sure how to really explain the west end other than to say that it's sort of like the British version of rocky point, Mexico on crack, with a nice yacht harbour. Cheap drinks everywhere, people offering you tickets to the super clubs, and loads of 19 year olds partying.  

   We got 2 drinks each, 2 shots each, and a pitcher of Long Island ice tea, for €5 each. Um... Bargain! 

   The booze started flowing freely, the chatter got crazy, made friends with some Scottish guys, danced a bit, and got a little taste of Ibiza. I headed back to my hotel probably around 3 am (which is early for Ibiza), sat on my balcony skylit a good friend from home and watched the sunrise. 

   Early that next afternoon the phone in my hotel room rang, I answered to hear an American woman on the other end introducing herself as the one and only Whitney! I gave her our room number and let her know I'd stay at the hotel and wait for her to get there. I was so thrilled that she was American! I got up, showered, got ready for the day and anxiously awaited her arrival. 

    Once Whitney got there the party STARTED. This girl and I instantly bonded, talking hair and make up, long journeys to Ibiza, Rosie not making it, surprised that we were both American!! 

  After some celebratory ciders at the hotel bar and a quick bite to eat we hopped in a taxi to the opening of the zoo project party, with absolutely no idea what we were in for. 



   This party was EPIC, literally held in an abandoned zoo people were painted like animals, acting like animals, dancing their asses off, swimming in the pool, running around, watching the dancers and we happily joined in got our faces painted and went WILD. 

    Once zoo ended we hopped on a random party bus which transported us straight to the door of sankeys, a club in Ibiza town with crazy rooms, light up ceilings, a movie theatre room??, and tons of people, where we made friends with some girls name Molly, Mandy, and Jessica. Whitney and I probably lost each other a thousand times but she kept finding me -- most likely because I was still wearing my neon bikini from the day and had body paint like a snake. Sloppy. After about 13 hours of these shenanigans we went to bora bora beach to watch the sunrise. Amazing. Until I realised my phone and debit card were gone. Fuck my life. 

  We headed back to sankeys to see if anyone had found anything but the place was so massive I think we both knew it was futile, and my phone was most likely snatched by the person I asked to snap a photo of me and my new friends & just walked away. Whatever douche, enjoy the iPhone 5 with the shattered screen that's been reported stolen so you can't even use the wifi. Good thing I have 2 iPhones asshole. 

   Needless to say, the next morning was a struggle. All aboard the struggle bus, to struggle street, in struggle city. & guess what? You can't drink the tap water. Not because of parasites or what not like in Mexico, but because it is full on SALT water, there is so much salt in Ibiza's mineral rich rocky cliffs they haven't been able to figure out how to remove it from the water. You can't even boil it out. 

  So We nursed our hangovers at our hotel with some delicious paella and sangria (and about 2 gallons of water) by the pool then headed to the beach. Now Ibiza has some of the most stunning beaches in the world, big cliffs, seriously blue water, and the sun felt like it was always shining. Not to mention- everyone is naked. Totally and completely butt ass naked laying in the sand and swimming in the Mediterranean Sea. Whitney and I opted for topless instead of totally nude, hey why not? No tan lines, hello. We swam, rested, and enjoyed the scenery. 



    Once we freshened up and got some food we went down to the west end to buy tickets for disclosure at space (I was very lucky that Whitney is American since I was able to transfer funds from my account into hers, leaving whoever happened to find my debit card unable to use it-- although I'm sure I just left it at the bar). Once purchased we went down to the beach at cafe mambo to mix and mingle and watch the fire show! 



 Later we took the bus to space for disclosure, cut the queue like total assholes, and got right inside the club. We took it relatively easy compared to the night before (even running into some friends from zoo/sankeys who exclaimed "Laura how are you?! You're looking less messy!!"-- hahaha luckily I don't embarrass easily). 

We rocked, we rolled, ran into Molly, Mandy, and Jessica again, we enjoyed the giant neon heads, and we called it a night. Unfortunately for us, I think everyone called it a night at the same time. We had to fight hard for seats on the bus back to San Antonio, but we did it, and home we went! 

The next morning was much less of a struggle, we had sorted out our water situation, we were up at a decent hour, and my mother had sent us more money (thank you mom I'm very thankful that you're such a badass), so we got our bikinis on, bought some tickets to a boat party, and went down to cafe mambo for brunch. We explored the shops, tried on goofy t shirts, bought them, then headed to the docks for our boat party only to find out it was cancelled. I am telling you I have the worst luck!!! We did however get our money back and use it to find a different boat party that was an hour later and off into the sea we went. Dancing, loving life, making friends, goofing off. SO much fun! 

  Afterwards we stopped for dinner and I ate probably 20 pounds of food before we went to freshen up for the one the only opening party at privilege Ibiza with Dash Berlin and ARMIN VAN BUUREN aka the #1 DJ in the world aka my favorite person, ever. 

We met some amazing guys on the bus there and arrived at the biggest club in the world, with the hottest go go dancers , most expensive drinks €19 for red bull vodka ARE you kidding?!!? That's like $40!!! Ew. Decided to stay sober at that very moment. The music was enough for me that night anyway! 

Indescribable. Amazing. Life changing. 

So that was that, my flight left the next day and I arrived back to England, thirsty, tired, and sore. 

One thing I will tell you about Ibiza is that it is literally Hell, the devil has taken over and his sirens are out and about to play and suck out your soul. There are gorgeous women everywhere offering you jobs, telling you to stay on the island. There are people who have came there and never left. Even Whitney decided to stay another week (girlllllllll you better leave that island eventually!!! I don't wanna hear stories about you running a gypsy cab ring and slanging pills to 19 year olds okay? Haha) 





If I could offer you any advice about Ibiza here is what I know: 

* Buy your water on a side of town that is not touristy and buy a LOT of it. Shit is like liquid gold down there. 
* don't ask someone you don't know to take a photo of you with your phone
* pay for things in cash, leave the debit card at home 
* you most certainly CAN get lost in Ibiza forever. 
* don't even bother bringing heels 
* it IS glamorous, but it is also dangerous
* everyone is British- learn the difference between a Nordi, Scottish, Irish, Posh, Manchester, London, or Southern accent or you will be offending bitches left and right. 
* don't lose your friends
* take the free buses 
* always remember, this is not Miami, Vegas, cancun, LA, New York, or any other party destination. This is IBIZA and it will eat you alive.





Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. - MarkTwain

" All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men [women], for they may act on their dreams with open eyes to make them possible. " - T.E. Lawrence.

As I enter the last month of my stay in Europe I have found myself with quite a lot of time on my hands to explore. My nannying job has ended and being that I'm still studying at AUB I decided to rent the room I live in for the last few weeks of my stay. With the extra time on my hands I started doing more research into all the things I could see and do on the south coast of England!

If you know me at all you know that I've always had my head in the clouds. I'm the type of person who honestly believes in mermaids and fairies purely because no one can prove to me that they DON'T exist. I constantly have my head in a book and I basically live in my own little world of fiction; and that's exactly how I like it.
So imagine my surprise when I find that some of the authors of my favorite literary works were from Dorset, the county in which Bournemouth lies!

Some of the most revered names in English literature are linked with Dorset including but not limited to Thomas Hardy, Charles Dickens, T.E. Lawrence, and Mary Shelley. So this past week or so I have been visiting all the sites that inspired some of my favorite novels (including my absolute favorite 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles')!!

On Monday I took a drive down to Lulworth, where 'Tess' lived and made my way down to Durdle Door and Lulworth cove and immediately I could see that it was definitely the kind of place that would inspire great works of literature. I could stay down there for hours. Sea side castles, thatched cottages, Thomas Hardy's house, and the incredibly stunning Jurassic coast. I stayed down at Durdle Door for hours, soaking up the sunshine, reading, and enjoying the view. I can't even explain the beauty so you'll just have to check out the photos and see for yourself!

My next mini- adventure was a trip to see Mary Shelley's grave at St. Peter's church in Bournemouth town center, I have attended mass at this church twice since I've been here (Easter and Pentacost Sunday), and had no idea that she was buried in the cemetery at the church. Frankenstein is one of my favorite horror stories, and I feel so blessed to be able to stand in the church she attended let alone visit her grave! I'm actually quite sad that I won't be here in October to attend the Mary Shelley festival!

After the literature-based adventures I spent a lot of time at the local beaches with friends Bournemouth beach, sandbanks, Branksome chine; enjoying sunshine and cocktails!

This past week was also chock full of random adventures including seeing the great gatsby at the cinema, windsurfing, paddle boarding, boating, dancing the night away with some friends in town from London, eating a hotel breakfast where I was convinced to eat black pudding (clotted sheep's blood), and finally cockling in the bay after the tide went out in Sandbanks, and tonight searching for recipes and cooking up the cockles we gathered!

I'm loving having the freedom to explore Dorset and participate in activities I normally wouldn't have tried on my own! I may even take up paddle boarding when I move to California!

I can't wait to see what the next couple weeks have in store, it's all going by so quickly, I can't believe I have been here for four months already!

I'm starting to miss home a bit, but there are so many things I will miss about England/Europe.

One thing is for sure: I won't be satisfied until I've seen the whole world, I am addicted to traveling the world and meeting new people while learning about their customs!

Here are some photos from my adventures in the last week or so!


























































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