Reflections of “The Returned”

There is an incredible expectation which comes with being one of The Returned.  One of those who has gone beyond the boundaries of their comfortable suburban existence and dared to brave the big, wide world.  One who has seen things, experienced things, supposedly gone and conquered and returned all the wiser and grander.  You get to carry yourself with airs and grace because you are now Travelled.

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Barcelona

4 – 5 July, 2015

After my mildly traumatic introduction to Barcelona (for those who missed it, see the following: https://lapiccolaviaggiatrice.wordpress.com/2016/11/21/hola-barcelona/), I began to properly explore the city and very promptly fell in love.  It is not only for our Australian tendency to truncate words that the city has so fondly been dubbed “Barca” by many Aussie travellers.  It’s more than just a nickname – it conveys a sense of intimacy, of affection, of love for a city that is loud and crazy and overwhelming.

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Exchange, two years on

Today marks two years from the day that I left Sydney to embark upon the most challenging, heartwarming and definitive six months of my life.  Two years ago, I packed my things and moved to the other side of the world for half a year, and it was on my first day in college, terrified and tired and my face tear-stained, that I met Anna.

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Hola Barcelona!

4 July, 2015

I was in Barcelona for two days.  Hardly long enough to see everything, and no where near long enough to really know the city.  But I fell in love with it.  I fell in love with Barcelona’s grand and vibrant architecture, with the music which floated in the air of open squares, with the humidity and the chaos and the young men and peddlers who shouted out as I passed.  I fell in love with it all.

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The kitchen: the college edition

Shared kitchens in college are synonymous with a few things – untidiness, clutter, lack of space, unsatisfactory/broken utensils (I used a frying pan without a handle for about a month – enough said).

But one thing about shared college kitchens is that, inevitably, at some point in the semester, there will be some ~drama~ and everyone will enjoy watching it play out for a while until it gets incredibly infuriating.

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