I’m a language assistant in Alsace, France, aka the capital of European Christmas markets, which is great because I LOVE Christmas.
Here in Seville, an event took place this weekend called 'Mr Saturday', held at the contemporary art museum.
When I was fifteen years old I had a teacher who would repeatedly shout 'Presentation is important!' He taught graphic design, a lot of which is about precision and style.
For the past two years I have been travelling and living abroad. Home has become more of a feeling than a place.
A new year has arrived and many people are trying to stick to their New Year's resolutions. I never make any - not a single one.
Christmas songs, giving and receiving presents, parties, dressing up, lots of food, the end of term ... December has to be the best month of the year, right?! Well, I certainly think so.
No matter how far you’ve travelled, or for how long, there’s always something special about coming home.
The turkey is long gone, presents unwrapped and the only bit of food left is the unwanted Christmas cake you spent so long making, or so much money buying.
There's something about living abroad that makes a complete fool out of me. Is it because of the language barrier? The difference in culture? Or am I just ridiculously clumsy?
New Year is a time when many people make resolutions or set goals for the year ahead.