Perks of Being On Holiday

Staying in a hotel – someone makes your bed for you and gives you free chocolotolate? YES PLEASE.

THE FOOD – I love ordering something off a menu and not knowing what the hell I’m going to get (unless I’m going to get poisoned or something…)

Spending time with le famalam – in my case this ends up being quite an event; we are insane. Like today, we were on the hunt for somewhere to eat and for each nationality of restaurant we saw, we’d make a stereotypical sound from the country.

So, as you can imagine, when we passed a Mexican place and I shouted ARRIBA ARRIBA!! down the street, I got a few weird looks.

Being surrounded by an unknown language/culture – I love learning languages (as a marker, I studied 3 of them for my GCSEs), and if I can learn a few words and phrases I feel as if I’ve taken something worthwhile away from the whole experience.

Getting lost – this is a weird one. I love getting lost in a city and stumbling upon weird and wonderful things that I wouldn’t have even considered if I hadn’t utilised my notoriously lacking sense of direction; no really, I’m useless.

Cute foreign waiters – (god, I’m such a teenage girl, mind in the gutter but C’MON.) Per exempio, tonight I went to an Italian restaurant and the guy serving us was very attractive. Plus he winked at me and I think I may have melted a little lot inside.

Thanks for reading, y’all!



Warsaw: Day 1

I cannot believe this.

I’m ill!

On holiday!

I woke up with no voice to speak of (that pun so not funny) and a headache that felt like someone was kickboxing my skull.


So I wrapped up warm and headed out for breakfast.

Can I just say, the food here is gorgeous.

My breakfast was sweet pancakes filled with cottage cheese.

I think I died and went to heaven.

It was gorgeous.

It was a lovely little café, and it all seemed pretty normal until I looked over at a table on the other side of the room.

There were two men surrounded by glasses, chugging pints of beer like they were thin air.

At 9am!


Later on, we were walking down a street and had paused to read a plaque on building. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something moving in a weird, non-linear way.

I turned and saw a man making a (literal) stumbling beeline down the pavement.

Imagine the most overwrought impression of a drunk person you can, then add some. He came about a foot away from taking me out before I had to duck out of the way.

Victim of a liquid breakfast, methinks.

We had a wander through the city, saw what remains of the old ghetto wall and went to the top of the Palace of Culture and Science (tallest building in Poland – the first picture). The views were incredible, though it was a little muggy so we couldn’t see too far.



Much like!


Warsaw, Baby!

So, I managed to arrive in one piece (yay!)

Just saying, at Heathrow I saw Bonnie Wright in Boots (played Ginny Weasley in Harry Potter). Crazy.

The flight itself wasn’t bad, apart from two super-rowdy, probably drunk, twentysomething guys sat in front of me who kept putting their seats back really far. And the mega head/earache when we were about to land, but that’s just how it is with flying.

I was pretty sure I was going to die on the taxi ride to the hotel though. The driving is a little bit mad, and I’m not sure some of them know what half of the road markings actually mean, but hey. It’s not as crazy as Hong Kong or Japan, so as long as I don’t get mown down, I’m all good.

It’s beautiful here. I’m staying in the old town and there’s so much gorgeous architecture, all sandy coloured stone and ornate engravings. The weather’s a little nicer than in England, about 18 degrees, and it’s perfect for walking around in.

In other words, I think I may just love it.

By the way, if there happens to be a gif of Dylan O’Brien blowing kisses as the featured image of my last post, that is not me, complete accident, I have no idea why it’s there…

Much like to y’all!