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Jet Setting

Following a short while of acute boredom in mid-August, the last couple of weeks have been much more eventful. I’ve just got back from two very different trips; one week in San Vicente do Mar with the Spanish family I au paired for last year, and a considerably different weekend with friends in Cervinia, right in the heart of the Italian Alps.

I’d promised my familia Espanola that I’d go back to see them soon, and after umming and ahhing for a while about the extortionate flight prices, a few weeks ago I took the plunge and booked a week on the beaches of Galicia, deciding that despite my dire financial situation, getting a tan should take priority over my so far fruitless job hunt.

Although it was, as always, nice to see my little Spanish family, I’d forgotten how tiring being around kids all the time was, and how difficult it is to entertain them with nothing more than paper and crayons, so in all honesty it wasn’t the most relaxing beach holiday I’ve ever had.

On the plus side, I did of get to take part once again in some beach gymnastics, collect some pretty shells, build sandcastles, make up ridiculous plays, dress up as a lion, and eat my own weight in yummy potato tortilla, so it did tick all the boxes of a full-on au pair holiday.

I returned from Spain absolutely exhausted and ever so slightly pink from the sun, which must have been pretty powerful because it only came out for about 4 minutes during the whole week.

I didn’t have much time to complain about my burnt bum and sleep deprivation though, as after a week of sea and 24 hours of city, it was time to head to the mountains, so the Greek and I setoff in his death trap – I mean, car – to visit our old housemate, Diana.

And I have to say, I really wasn’t prepared for how beautiful this place is. Breuil-Cervinia is about as far north as you can go in Italy before reaching France and Switzerland, is freezing cold (to give you some idea, despite the intolerable heat of the city two hours away, when I woke upon the 1st September and looked out of the window in Cervinia, it was snowing) and when the cloud lifts off the mountains looks like a scene from a postcard whichever way you turn.

The local cuisine is comprised almost exclusively of cheese, so I had an excellent fondue, a superb raclette, some polenta concia and numerous other formaggio-based meals, before eventually coming to the conclusion that one can have too much of a good thing, and deciding that I don’t really want to see any more of the stuff for quite a long time.

Along with Diana, her boyfriend, and a little group of their friends, we spent most of the weekend eating (cheese) and drinking (génépy) in various locations, going for a little walk up a big hill to see some (more) amazing views and drink some (more) génépy, and generally having a lovely time.

Dare I say it, I even got quite used to the chilly mountain air and came back willing the winter to come quicker so that I can go back there to ski.

Now I’m back in Turin once again, and I suspect my hectic life isn’t going to slow down now that the holidays are over.

I have a few visitors coming to stay this month, which I’m very excited about (not only because one of them is my mum, and she’s bringing 20kg of my belongings) and I really, really, need to crack on with the job hunt too, because I simply can’t afford to be on holiday any more.

Ok then, September, let’s go!

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