There’s no going back now…

There is something deliciously innocent about a city at night seen from the sky. Flickering in the heavy night, Mexico is just a pattern of light, completely unknown to me and unexplored.

Arriving in the dark means that instead of being hit by the impressive city buildings, you are accosted by the smells and the sounds; the quiet hum of Spanish from one Mexican to another, the musty lingering of twice-breathed air, the soft crinkle of paper-dry skin and the bleary blinking of lashes cloaked in sleep; a world awakening and brimming with the unknown.

Loaded like a Mexican mule, I eventually found my way to my hostel after waiting a few hours in an airport café until it was a more reasonable hour. A cheery Mexican man helped me to buy a ticket for the bus, and then proceeded to make excited conversation and high-five me constantly the whole journey, introducing me as his ‘amiga inglesa’ to another passenger (who I don’t think he knew either), as if we were best mates. They certainly weren’t wrong when they said that South Americans are friendly! Finally outside the airport, I was met with chaos – there were people and vehicles everywhere, which I guess is to be expected in a big city. Once we got to the Historical part of town it began to feel a little more relaxed and quaint, with stunning architecture and huge churches rising up out of nowhere on every corner.

The hostel I’m staying in is a really adorable little place off a pedestrian street, very clean and well kept, with a lovely friendly feel to it. It reminds a bit of the place in the movie ‘The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel’, and I’m expecting Judie Dench to turn up at any moment. Having finally arrived, I left my bags in my room and headed for a refreshing shower, which turned out to be much more ‘refreshing’ than anticipated, because it was cold…that said, it did wake me up a bit. I donned my #travel outfit of bumbag, cap, and rucksack, and headed out to see what joys awaited me in the great City of Mexico.

Some of the Revolution art was very powerful.

Although there were a lot of people about, it didn’t feel overwhelmingly full of tourists. The majority of people were definitely Mexicans, which unfortunately meant that I stuck out like a sore thumb. I need to be maybe 3 shades darker before I can pass as a Mexican – nothing 9 months can’t sort out! After wandering around for a while just soaking up the atmosphere, I headed to the Museo de Bellas Artes for a bit of culture. I was quite excited to get to see some of the murals by Jose Riviera which were painted after the Mexican Revolution, as we’d studied these in a first year module.

Insect skewer anyone?

Having enjoyed Mexico’s finest art, I found myself outside the Town Hall where there was a large marquee with loads of little stalls. People were selling everything from clothing to soap to local Mexican cuisine. There was every type of enchilada under the sun available, and, I kid you not, even insect enchiladas. I think I must have walked past a dozen stalls with massive bowl of insects of all sizes… Going for a much safer (and more appetising) option, I went for a sort of sautéed corn dish – basically corn taken off the cob once cooked and mixed with some herbs and spices – which was just fine for me. I finished that off with some mango that I had been eyeing up. I paid $25 Mexican pesos for what appeared to be an entire mango, which is the equivalent of 2p! It is possibly the best mango I have ever eaten in my life.

It was about then that the fatigue of a 12 hour flight and 6 hour time difference hit me and so I retreated back to the idyllic Casa San Ildefonso for a little rest. Alas, the Dame herself had still not appeared, so instead I made conversation with another lost traveller, who had somehow ended up staying in Mexico City for almost 3 weeks after only planning on being there a few days…

So, day 1 in Mexico completed! Between straddling a 6-hour time difference, having been awake since 3am (Mexico time) and also having minimal snooze on the plane anyway, I really don’t know what time it is…so I’m looking forward to a good night’s sleep, hopefully without being eaten alive by mosquitoes, before tomorrow’s adventures to the Pyramids!

Hasta pronto,

Katie xx

Tofu Scramble

This is definitely my go-to brunch option after an early gym session. It’s a plate full of goodness to get you ready for the rest of the day and refuelled from a tough workout. Of course, you can just enjoy it regardless of whether you’ve been to the gym, but it’s high protein content makes it a perfect post-workout meal.

Ingredients:

(Serves 1)

  • 1 slice rye or sourdough bread (I use biona rye bread as it is wheat-free)
  • 1 tbsp olive oil
  • 2 garlic cloves
  • 2 spring onions
  • 100g mushrooms
  • 1 tbsp miso paste
  • A large handful of kale or spinach
  • 100g firm tofu
  • 1 tsp ginger paste
  • 1 tsp ground turmeric
  • 2 tsp coconut aminos or tamari/soy sauce
  • 1/2 a ripe avocado
  • Lemon juice
  • Salt and pepper

Method:

  1. Chop the spring onion and garlic and gently fry in a frying pan with some oil.
  2. Slice the onions and add these to the frying pan. Once soft, add the miso past with 3 tbsp of water and mix so that all the mushrooms are coated in the miso. Finally add the kale or spinach and cook briefly until wilted a little.
  3. Put this to once side while you prepare the tofu. Using the same frying pan (keeps the flavour), take the tofu in your hands and crumble it into the pan.
  4. Add the ginger, turmeric and tamari/soy sauce, mixing well so that all the tofu is well coated with the spices. You may need to add a little water to prevent the tofu from sticking to the pan.
  5. Meanwhile, toast your bread and mash the avocado in a bowl along with a little lemon juice, salt and pepper, to make a creamy smash.
  6. Once the tofu begins to brown slightly, add the mushroom mixture back to the pan and mix well.
  7. Finally, spread the avocado over the toast and pile on the tofu scramble. Enjoy with a large tea or coffee!

Semana Santa and La Feria

Hola mis queridas!
Since we last spoke I have been enjoying a month of Spanish celebrations – Semana Santa with my parents, and the two weeks later La Feria de Abril. We have also been enjoying some amazing weather, with it reaching 35 degrees one day in Semana Santa and not really dropping below 20 degrees since (except one when it rained – the first time in about 7 weeks). This is the reason I came to Seville! (Well, one of them…..but one of the most important 😝) Needless to say, the tan is coming on VERY well.


So, Semana Santa. Never having witnessed a Catholic Easter celebration, I had no idea what to expect. I knew that there were processions across the city in which the members of the Church whose ‘icon’ was processing walked through the streets with candles, clad in robes (which look a lot like the Clu Clux Clan). And that was about it. I was therefore amazed when my parents and I found ourselves hemmed in on all sides by huge crowds of people in the streets. We had gone out to find some food, and I think we encountered just about every procession going on. I have never seen so many people in Seville streets at once, and they are narrow streets! The processions were huge – the largest had up to 2,400 ‘Nazarenes’ (the people who were walking), and most had at least two icons, with a few which had three. The icons were these huge floats with images of Christ at various different stages of the cross; the crucifixion, carrying the cross, being mocked by the Romans. The second icon was always of Mary, and normally she was accompanied by some fantastically triumphant music from a marching brass band (there a LOT of brass players in Seville!). On Thursday night/Friday morning, the time when Jesus was condemned, there were also a lot of processions. We stayed up until 1:30am to watch a procession that came right past the flat where my parents were staying – Jésus el Gran Poder. It was one of the longest processions and took almost two hours to go past. We eventually fell into out beds at 3:30am, only to be woken up again at 6:30am by another procession going past with a loud and triumphant brass band playing ‘It’s blowing in the wind’…..Needless to say we spent most of Friday like zombies. We also did a lot of touristy things and some sunbathing. It was great to see my parents again after three and a half months – the longest I have ever gone without seeing them! They left on the Saturday and I spent Easter day enjoying a picnic in the park with my friends from Church, which was really lovely.


In between Semana Santa and La Feria life continued as normal and the two weeks flew by. La Feria de Abril is a celebration unique to Seville. It is a week of socialising, drinking, eating, and dancing Flamenco – Sevillanas. It takes place in a part of the city which is completely empty for most of the year. Most people have casetas which is a large tent with chairs and tables and a kitchen too. People spend most of their time in the casetas, which are private, and on the first night they have a big meal before they turn all the lights on. For many people, La Feria is actually a time of work as they have to socialise and network with customers, etc. My host parents went every day except one, leaving at about 3pm and returning between 2 and 4am in the morning! They then slept until midday. I was therefore working some strange hours, and Agu didn’t have school on the Thursday or Friday either, which meant we did all the typical child-friendly activities – making cupcakes, drawing, going to the park, etc.

Agu approved of my costume!


I went to the Feria myself twice, once with the au pairs on the opening night which is a big party, and once with a few friends from Church. It was good fun to dress up in the Feria outfit. I felt very extra walking in the street, but once you are at Feria with everyone else in similar costume it’s really quite a laugh. I even managed to dance some very successful Flamenco dances too!
That said, I am quite looking forward to normal life returning and having a little break from child care. Hopefully my host parents will recover from their hangovers soon!
Not long until my time here comes to an end now. I’m truly enjoying the Spanish summer, and there is talk of a trip to the beach soon at the weekend!
Hasta pronto,
Katie xx

Vamos a Madrid

Dearest readers,
Long time no write/read! Sorry for my absence from the blog-o-sphere. In truth I have been quite busy doing fabulous and exciting Spanish things, all of which I will now tell you about 😊

At the beginning of March I went to Madrid with 3 of my au pair friends. We had the most amazing time, and more importantly, the most amazing luck – with the weather, with our hostel, with the train…. Firstly, 3 of us had somehow managed to buy a 1st class ticket without realising it. The 4th hadn’t, but had payed the same price (very odd). The train people were so lovely and allowed us to all sit together in 1st class. We were then treated to the most amazing ‘merienda’ I have ever had; sandwiches, biscuits, fruit, chocolate, unlimited tea or coffee, and to finish it all of a lovely lemon-scented wipe to clean your hands afterwards! Arriving at the hostel, we were pleasantly suprised (EVERYTHING is better in Europe, especially things like public transport and hostels!), and the only slightly awkward moment was when two middle-aged Russian men came into the room at 2am and turned the light on for about half an hour, and then proceeded to snore the entire night….. We pretty much managed to do all of Madrid in one weekend. We visited the Palace, went to Parque del Retiro, Parque del Oeste, Gran Via, Puente de Sol, El Rastro (a market), and just walked around a lot enjoying the city. We also found a wonderful tea shop which almost put Whittard’s to shame, but perhaps the best part was our 10pm ice cream stop!

Late-night ice cream stop!


I have been working a lot of Saturday evenings this month as the parents have had various weddings and baptisms (which apparently you don’t take your children to in Spain!), so I have been spending a lot of time with the boys. We made biscuits one week, and last week we spent the afternoon running around Parque de Maria Luisa in the glorious sunshine, eating ice cream and playing football. Last week we also made the most fabulous chocolate cake for a competition at Agu’s school. We don’t know who won yet, but they were selling the cakes to raise money and we almost didn’t get a piece of our own as so many people wanted to buy it – a job well done I think! It has been fun, but also hard work, and I am definitely looking forward to a mini holiday when my parents visit next week and I am free from child duties.

Agu and the Lion Cake


In other news, I am getting better at Flamenco every week, although the first time we tried putting the arms together with the feet I forgot all the steps. It is also surprisingly hard work on the shoulders having to keep your arms up all the time. Marta managed to find an old dress of hers that will fit me, so once we have found a shawl and a flower I will be all set for Feria! There will be photos….The dresses are ridiculously heavy though, so I don’t know if I will even be able to show off what I have learnt as the dress will weigh me down. And I dread to think of how hot it is going to be! This past week the weather has been simply glorious with spotless blue skies and it reaching about 26 degrees in the afternoon. I am taking advantage of this and sunbathing most afternoons while I do my Spanish work in preparation for the DELE exam I am sitting in May. It’s only 6 weeks away now, so I am revising quite a lot, but it doesn’t bother me when I can do it in the sunshine!
Apart from that, everything continues as usual. It doesn’t really feel like Easter to me as it’s so hot. I feel like I went straight from Winter to Summer and missed out on Spring. However, this Sunday (Palm Sunday) starts the paseos for Semana Santa and my parents arrive on Monday to stay for the week. I am intrigued to see how it all plays out, and I will definitely let you all know in my next blog post!
I can’t believe I now have less than 3 months left here! Time has gone so quickly.
Besos,
Katie xxx

Don’t eat the last kiwi in the fridge!

To my lovely readers, you may have noticed my recent absence from the blog-o-sphere, and I am very to have left you all in such suspense! Of course, you may not have noticed at all…you may be a new reader, in which case WELCOME! Anyway, my absence was due to the fact that I was experiencing difficulties with my family. As a consequence I am now looking for a new family in Seville with younger children. The antics will continue, and should I promise that there will still be antics, adventures and absolute nightmares.


The thing about au pairing is that it’s isn’t recognised as a job – there’s no specific contract, it’s mainly just an ‘agreement’, and so it can be difficult to know exactly what is required of each party, and where the boundaries lie. Many people have experienced au pairing abroad, and many people told me that it is quite often the case that au pairs can be taken advantage of. I do not wish to paint a bad picture of au pairing, or of my host family, who were kind and welcoming. However, I do think it is obvious that the system could do with some improvement in order to avoid either party feeling unhappy. Personally, this family just wasn’t really what I expected au pairing to be, perhaps because these girls were probably just too old to have an au pair! I certainly don’t feel much like an au pair to them, more of an English teacher, and that is not what I signed up for. When I decided to be an au pair it was due to my wonderful little godson and his big brother – there is nothing quite as liberating and fabulously fun as running around a garden after two squealing and laughing little boys, or trips to the farm where baby goats eat out of your hand (yes this did happen and I have to tell you that goat breath does not smell great…). This is what I envisaged for this year, but sadly it has not yet come to fruition. Fear not! Many of the other au pairs have assured me that these are the kinds of things they have been doing, so BRING IT ON!
I am quite sad that it hasn’t worked out with this family (and trying to shake the sense of failure), but I know that I can learn from this experience. What have I learnt? Well:

  • How to fold socks (obviously number 1 on the list!)
  • That teenagers are grumpy
  • The Spanish word for courgette (calebacín)
  • That you should NEVER EAT THE LAST KIWI IN THE FRIDGE (what followed this minor episode was a lecture on how I was basically eating too much fruit…although I was already buying my own reserves due to the fact that there was precisely 1 apple, 2 bananas and 4 kiwis provided for an entire 2 weeks…)
  • Or for that matter, should you ever eat Sonia’s broccoli…

In all seriousness, of course this has not been a completely terrible 6 weeks. Isabel and I have had many fun moments playing board games and going to the park. The family welcomed me into the home, but I simply never quite fitted, and that is no one’s fault. They were kind and helped me to get to know Seville at the start, allowing me to get my bearings in the city. I could also waffle on about how I will be able to grow so much as a person from having overcome this challenge. That said, I look forward to a new family that suits me better with enthusiasm.

Seville itself continues to be beautiful and simply stunning. Every day for the past 2 weeks at least we have had a gorgeous blue sky and glorious sunshine. The air is quite cold now in the early mornings, and it feels just like a beautiful autumn day  The highlight of my week last week, as daft as it may sound, was the fact that I saw a PARROT when running one morning. An actual PARROT like you would see in the zoo! It was green and red. I was so overcome that I stopped dead in my tracks and narrowly missed being flattened by a passing bicycle overtaking me! Every morning that I see the sun on the river I am reminded how beautiful God’s creation is, and this parrot re-enforced this (not to mention that it is just awesome to see a real life parrot in its natural habitat!).

The next time I write I hope to bring you news of a wonderful new family, so fingers crossed. Until then, I hope you enjoy this latest update.

Besos to you all

xxx

Christmas Festivities

This week has been a week of firsts:
• First time I changed a nappy in a park (lovely experience….)
• First time to read a bedtime story in Spanish
• First time to see a Spanish ‘Belén’ (a nativity scene)
• First time to eat churros (FINALLY!)
It has been an eventful, and frankly exhausting, week. Marta had to go to Malaga for work from Thursday afternoon until Saturday, and then she and Augusto had a Christmas lunch celebration for his work on Saturday, and so I was childminding all of Saturday as well!


Augusto went out on Thursday evening (instead of Friday so that he was still good for the Saturday fiesta!), and so I was on bedtime duty. I didn’t have to put Luisette down to sleep though (that is reserved for Saturday! 😲 ). Agu and I watched telly for a bit and then went to read a story in bed. We read a very interesting and educational book about dinosaurs, which I can’t even pronounce in English, let alone Spanish! It was a bit heavy for a bedtime story though, if you ask me. I then also went to bed – I am still amazed that 4yr olds seem able to survive going to bed at 10 o’clock every night, sometimes later. I can barely survive if I turn my light out much later than 10:30 when I am getting up at 7:30. I was especially keen to get to bed as Augusto had asked me to get Luisette up on Friday as he wakes up at about 6:30-7:00 in the mornings and he was clearly going to be a little worn out (aka, hung over). I was therefore dragged out of my warm bed at 6:45 to satisfy a squawking Luisette. We then spent a fairly relaxed hour lying on the sofa and watching nursery rhymes, with Luisette making sure I didn’t fall asleep again by tapping me every time I closed my eyes…adorable, you might say… Agu then woke up at the early time of 7:45 – he is normally quite difficult to get up, but the prospect of the next present in the advent calendar has proved an effective method for getting him out of bed without any prompting. By the time Agusto himself appeared I had the two of them eating breakfast and Agu was half dressed. I admit I was quite proud of this accomplishment!
On Friday afternoons Agu comes home from school at 2:00pm, so we normally play for a bit after lunch and then go to the park. I decided that this Friday we should make some Christmas biscuits! Agu seemed excited by the idea and certainly enjoyed playing with the dough. It is a lot harder to make biscuits with a 4yr old as they want to do it all themselves but are a bit too brutal with the dough. We had many a squished gingerbread man and the mice proved very difficult indeed (Christmas mice ok?!). Unfortunately, I will admit that they didn’t turn out great. We only had self-raising flour so they spread quite a lot. Also, they didn’t taste as good as others I have made before, mainly because I only had a limited amount of golden syrup left over from what my Mum sent me for the last time, so I think they were lacking a bit of sugar….and maybe a bit too much ginger…. However, we had fun decorating them, even if most of the smarties ended up in Agu’s tummy rather than on the biscuits! The finished product were certainly worthy of a 4yr old’s attempts if nothing else.
All in all, it’s beginning to feel a bit more like Christmas, and I can’t wait to be home and relaxing with my family soon!

Besos,
Katie xx

Is it Christmas yet?

This week has undoubtedly been the best so far in Seville! Despite the fact I am nursing a black-eye thanks to Luisette (an incident involving a plastic horse and an over-excited toddler), everything about my new family is wonderful! It has been a very busy week though and it feels like I have had to learn everything all over again – where the school is, where the nearest shops are, etc, as it is a different area of Seville. That being said, I have only got lost once, although it did involve me cycling around in circles for about 20 minutes…
As my dedicated readers have already realised, I am quite good at bribing children to like me through various methods which usually always involve food of some kind. Not wanting to disappoint, I decided it would be great fun to make a homemade advent calendar. This was something I was originally planning to do with the girls, so I have been collecting yoghurt pots for a while. Of course, it was going to be a little more difficult with a 4yr old instead of a 9 and 13yr old, but I was still hopeful it would work! Therefore, alongside my 2 suitcases which were almost bursting open, I also had a bag full of yoghurt pots to transfer to my new home. It was rather amusing to try and explain what they were for to Augusto (the father) when he came to pick me up! Marta and Augusto have told Agu that I can only speak English and don’t know any Spanish, and so it was therefore quite difficult to explain that concept of the advent calendar to him. However, with the help of some translating by Marta I think he got the idea. He was quite enthusiastic in choosing stickers to put on the pots and enjoyed colouring the numbers in too. We just managed to finish colouring the pots on Wednesday afternoon and I then spent the evening attempting to attach them all together and hang them up so that they wouldn’t keep falling down (not very successful!). However, the finished product is rather fabulous, though I do say so myself! On Thursday morning, the first thing Agu did was to go and get present number 1 and he was very, very excited by the chocolate coins. The advent calendar has proved to be a very effective way of getting a sleepy boy out of bed in the mornings!! And has definitely won over his affections – that and 3 hours of playing with toy animals!
This family is much more flexible than the last and they have actually encouraged me to escape a little early on a Tuesday evening in order to go to a Spanish choir in the university. After emailing the director, who was very enthusiastic, I turned up on Tuesday 20 minutes after official starting time (I got a little lost in the University). Of course, Spain being Spain, I was actually early – people were still coming in at 9:15 when the rehearsal was supposed to start at 8:30! The choir sings a mixture of music; a fair amount of the typical choral music by Bach, Motzart, Mendlessohn, etc, but also Disney! It was a surreal experience indeed to sing all the Disney tunes with Spanish words. My new favourite has to be ‘Bajo el Mar’ (guess the original….). I also discovered yet MORE Americans, and made some new Spanish friends too, so more points towards my Sevillian-ness!
Finally, the most exciting thing that has happened this week has to be the long-awaited trip to see Mamma Mia in the theatre of Triana. I and a few other au pairs had seen an advert for the show a few weeks ago and were immediately keen to go and see it. The tickets were only 10 euros – either a fabulous deal or an indication of the quality of the show, we weren’t quite sure….I am happy to say that the show was fantastic. For 10 euros it was well worth it. Yes, the singing might have been a bit off-key at times, and it wasn’t exactly a London extravaganza, but it was certainly entertaining. Not least because the whole thing was in Spanish apart from a few crucial lines of the songs which were needed to make them still rhyme. (For instance ‘Money, money, money’ – ‘Dinero, dinero, dinero’ didn’t quite fit with the rhythm!) I am unfortunately now stuck with the songs going round and round my head and am finding it difficult to resist the temptation to launch into a dramatic and emotional rendition of S.O.S. I will definitely be watching the film again when I go home for Christmas in 19 days!

On Tuesday I am flying back to England for my Oxford interview (arggh!), which involves a train ride from Gatwick to Oxford and then somehow making my way from the station to Lady Margaret Hall College. Fingers crossed that I won’t get lost, miss my flight or train, or fall into any other travelling dangers so that I actually make it to the interview! Despite being a little nervous, I am excited to be going to Oxford again as it means a chance to see my Mum and sister who are planning to pass through for some Christmas shopping, and also hopefully a catch up with a good friend who lives in Oxford. My biggest worry is that I may get frost-bite from the dramatic temperature change. You may think I am over-exaggerating, but I am a VERY cold person who tends to spend the winter wearing either a dressing gown or my onesie ON TOP OF about 4 layers of clothing already….AND STILL BE COLD (hence the choice of Seville for a gap year!).

Wish me luck!
Besos, Katie xx

Au pairs, au pairs, everywhere!

Can you believe it, I have been here for 3 weeks now! The weather has finally turned ‘autumnal’ – although in Spain this means temperatures of around 25 degrees and the occasional cloud (shocking, I know). I have worn trousers for the first time since arriving, and it even rained on Wednesday! Otherwise, normal Spanish life continues…..This week’s saga includes: Seville’s serious drain issue, yet more food-based bribery, almost burning the house down, and meeting an army of German au pairs…..all blonde…..
This Wednesday was a national day of holiday in Spain, which meant no school for the girls and a day off for me! What did I decide to do with this unexpected extra time – why, try yet harder to win favour with the girls. TIME TO MAKE A CAKE! How better to win their hearts than via chocolatey sugary yumminess? I cleverly to make, bake and decorate the cake all while the family were out in the town during the middle of the day – just as well really, as I made a fabulous mess which probably would have given Sonia a heart-attack! They arrived back just in time for merienda on my lovely, still-warm chocolate-covered marble cake. Yes, they were impressed. Yay! Many au pair points won!
After having been added to the au pair WhatsApp group, (I didn’t realise such things existed until now either) I took it upon myself to rouse the troops for a coffee in the centre as we all had the afternoon off. There was a little objection due to the threatening rain clouds, and a few unfortunate au pairs couldn’t make it because they had been either dragged off to the countryside with their families, or where suffering through Bank Holiday child-amusing activities. We arranged to meet in one of the Plazas and I was excitingly making my way there when I suddenly realised that I didn’t actually have the faintest clue what any of the other au pairs looked like. The chosen plaza being a hub of tourist activity, I was suddenly concerned that I would spend the rest of the afternoon circling the plaza like a lost child looking for its parents. I need not have worried. Upon arriving in the plaza I was dazzled by a group of 6 glowing blond girls, about my age, talking in rapid German – and one slightly awkward looking brunette who turned out to be from Denmark, and so clearly couldn’t talk German. These must be the au pairs! We hugged instead of doing the awkward Spanish two-cheek-kiss and everyone had fun trying to pronounce my name. (Why do non-English people find ‘Katie’ so difficult to comprehend?!! The Spaniards are determined to pronounce it like ‘Cat-ee’!) We were all firmly agreed that the most important thing was to find a café that served tea – I loved them all already! And so we did – a cute little café opposite the cathedral which served all types of tea in PROPER TEA POTS. I was so happy I could have cried, but obviously I didn’t because I had to hold it together in front of my new friends…..
It was lovely to meet these other au pairs and share our experiences so far. There was also rumour of another English au pair somewhere in Seville, so I was keen for another meet up if she could come along! After a while it began to rain, properly, and the streets of the Seville town centre literally became a river – they are clearly not used to much rain. I finally made it home, drenched from head to toe, and had to hang my shoes up in the shower to dry, but I think it was worth it.
Life continues as ever; English lessons, park trips and lots of sunshine.

Hasta pronto,
Katie xx

Lunchbox Recipes

We are quickly approaching the end of the summer (*sob*), which means it’s back to school, University, and the hectic life of term-time. These 3 lunchbox recipes are great for busy working days and will save you time and money. They are so easy to make and will last in the fridge for most of the week, so you can do some prepping at the start of the week and have ready each day. No need to worry about what you’re having for lunch, and no need to fork out extortionate amounts for a slightly soggy and depressing sandwich…

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