Love at First Sight in Seville

You can fall in love at first with places as well as people, right? 🙂 It was love at first sight for me in Seville.

One year ago, we arrived late in the evening, after driving from Barcelona, to find the area surrounding our AirBnB blocked off to cars. Jenny used her impressive skills of persuasion to sort us out with a police escort.

After arriving in true style, we went to rooftop of the block of flats that we were staying in to look down on the reason for the surrounding area being blocked off. Feria de Abril!

It was the last night of the fair and so we had little choice but to take our weary selves to it. I’m glad we did. The atmosphere was incredible and I most definitely need to go back again one April.



Catching the Beads in NOLA

It took me a while to figure out why there were beads draped over the houses, tree, and fences when first arriving in New Orleans. We’d arrived soon after Mardi Gras, an annual carnival-like celebration that New Orleans has become famous for throughout America.

It took me even longer to figure out the reason why drunken souls were so enthusiastically throwing beads off the balconies along Bourbon Street. After a few hurricanes, I thought it was a quirky tradition of the City and smiled alongside others as we caught the beads that were being thrown down to us. I didn’t find out until I was back in the UK that ladies traditionally flash in exchange. 🙂

New Orleans was definitely a party City and full of life. I’m told it’s one of the only places in America where you can drink in the street. It’s also known as the home of jazz and I loved the live music that I was able to catch during my stay.

That Other Kind of Risk

This post is inspired by the Daily Post’s Discover Challenge, Risk.

I was happy when I saw the title of this week’s Discover Challenge. Risk. Brilliant! I got this! In my head, I immediately started weighing up posts about the time I went skydiving and solo adventures around the world.

It turns out Michelle was challenging us to take that other kind of risk. The kind that involves being vulnerable and sharing parts of yourself that you’re not comfortable with. The kind of risk that I’m not so good at.

I’m getting better though.

I will take Michelle’s post as a reminder that the bravest risks require an open heart and as inspiration to face vulnerability head on.

We’d all benefit from taking that other kind of risk more often.