One of the things I love most about being at university somewhere far from home is the visits from friends and showing them round a city I can call my own. I’m lucky to have friends in other universities too so I can escape for a nice little city break every now and then.
Although I’m pretty organised with my outfits, there’s nothing I hate more than getting in from work or a long day out and stressing about what to wear for the evening. Especially when I’m exploring a fast paced city, I want to ensure I have as much time as possible to cram in everything I want to do. But I’m really weird when it comes to re-wearing the same clothes either the next day or the same night (hence why I’m the worst overpacker everrr). I like to change it up a little bit so I don’t feel gross and untidy, and so I know I won’t feel uncomfortable slogging in an ensemble that has been tailored to daywear, while simultaneously taking up minimal time and keeping any tantrums at bay.
In the spot / stripe debate I’ve usually been firmly over the line on the stripe side. However, they’re both classic prints and I’m starting to realise that there is room for both in my wardrobe. Over the years my Mum’s love of all things spotty has slowly but surely been trickling down to me (her excitement at discovering a new polka-dot garment is only rivalled by my finding a chunky Breton top) and, after coming across a couple of specific items that suit my personal style, I’ve decided I’m now a lover of both spots and stripes (but maybe stripes a little bit more).
Bilbao is unlike any city I’ve been to, and the Bilbao BBK unlike any festival I’ve experienced. I was amazed at the enormity of it (typical me not doing my research) as I expected it to be a small, traditional town. On the contrary, Bilbao is a bustling hive of activity, with both modern infrastructure and rich cultural heritage to explore. In the days after the festival we stayed in a hostel in the centre of town and tried to cover as much ground as possible to see everything we wanted to.
Festival Season is undoubtedly my favourite time of year. I say this every year (because it’s true). It’s the cocktail of friends, music, drinks and (most importantly) funky outfits that gives you a buzz like no other. This is also the only week of the year I will gladly throw myself into embracing the great outdoors, whether it be rain (is it even a festival if it doesn’t rain?) tent malfunctions or ant infestations I’ll take it all because nothing beats that festival feeling.
While I love summer and all the seasonal clothes, different shapes and pretty styles that come hand in hand with it, I am the worst person at making quick decisions (or any decisions) especially when it comes to narrowing down what to buy or what to bring on holiday. Sometimes I feel like there’s so much on offer and so much I want that I’d rather not buy anything; or just ignore it all and explore charity shops instead.
The best treatment for your body is a week by the sea. Salty hair? check. Make-up free skin? Check. Lots of walking to explore? Check. Minus the sunburn (I did wear SPF 50, promise) all these things contributed to the rehabilitation and relaxation that holidays are meant to encourage.