Petite Adventures Month in Review: April 2017

Petite Adventures Month in Review: April 2017 [petiteadventures.org

Well, so much for that robust month of creative content I had planned.

As I kicked off April, I was so full of hope and ideas for this blog, but very quickly I realised that I just couldn’t make it all happen; there just weren’t enough hours in the day to work two jobs, eat, sleep AND write, let alone have a social life.

So, unfortunately, writing for this blog – and pretty much everything that wasn’t work – fell by the wayside. When it came time to choose between sleeping and writing, sleeping always won out and I regret nothing. Alright, admittedly, there were a few times the choice was between Seinfeld reruns and writing, and writing still just didn’t win out. Again, I regret nothing. Continue reading

Living Abroad Interview Series: Lisa Krüger-Franke

Living Abroad Interview Series: Lisa Kruger-Franke [PetiteAdventures.org]

Petite Adventures is a space for me to share my life abroad – whether that’s navigating the expat life, or exploring and experiencing a different place while travelling.

Every so often I like to hand the mic over to someone else who’s chosen a life abroad, to share their perspective, their experiences, their likes and dislikes of living in a different land. Today, I’m passing the mic over to Lisa Krüger-Franke, a German who spent time calling Nanaimo, British Columbia, Canada home.

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Living Abroad Interview Series: Irene Corchado Resmella

Living Abroad Interview Series: Irene Corchado Resmella, Spain, UK [petiteadventures.org]

Petite Adventures is a space for me to share my life abroad – whether that’s navigating the expat life in Madrid or Leeds or exploring and experiencing a different place while travelling.

Every so often I like to hand the mic over to someone else who’s chosen a life abroad, to share their perspective, their experiences, their likes and dislikes of living in a different land. Today, I’m passing the mic over to Irene Corchado Resmella, serial expat who spent time living all over Europe before settling down in Oxford, UK.

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An Afternoon in Scarborough

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One of the last things I did before we left Canada was pick up a copy of Lonely Planet Great Britain. I was bound and determined to learn as much about our new home as possible and I figured the best way to do that was by planting my nose firmly in a travel guide. Plus, I am just a huge fan of Lonely Planet, so any excuse is good by me.

As I flipped through the section on Yorkshire, I became enthralled with Scarborough, a classic seaside town where rich Brits would spend their summers. It wasn’t so much the stuff of fairy tales, but the stuff of really great movies set in the 1920s, and I couldn’t wait to see it for myself.

For weeks I dreamed about Scarborough–okay, maybe that’s a stretch, but I did think and talk about it often–I wanted to wander through the town, walk on the beach and maybe, just maybe, ride one of the local famed Scarborough donkeys along the sands. But for the longest time we held off; we just couldn’t justify the cost of the train.

Then, one week, after much begging and pleading, we decided to bite the bullet and booked our tickets on the Transpennine Express. It didn’t seem like prices were going to go down, so there was no better time–at least that was my justification. I was excited. It was finally going to be my time; I was ready to revel in the glory of the roaring 1920s Britain.

I was excited. It was finally going to be my time; I was ready to revel in the glory of the roaring 1920s Britain. I was going to dip a toe in the ocean, make friends with a donkey and eat fish ‘n’ chips at one of the restaurants that do it best, as per my best friend Lonely Planet. I was ready for a magical afternoon in Scarborough.

I was ready for a magical freakin’ afternoon in Scarborough. Until I wasn’t.

“Why are you going to Scarborough?!” A co-worker asked me the night before our trip. “That place is a sh*thole.”

And just like that, the air had been let out of my dreams.  Continue reading