The rollercoaster month..............

It is coming up to Christmas, I wouldn’t need a calendar to tell you this I am just having my usual Christmas emotion fest. Except this year it is in reverse.


Normally at this time of year I hate being in Scotland. I hate the shops filled to the brim with customers, I hate the constant stream of sofa adverts and the permanent temptation of mince pies. I’ve spent my life moaning about how much I hate Christmas. However, as much as it kills me to say it there were certain days last week when the thought of Tesco was enough for me to have tears running down my face.


Then after a super surreal weekend I woke up to the reality that I actually live in a beautiful place. I went and stayed at a tiny ski resort in the mountains, to see my favorite band of the last 12 years, with two of the loveliest people I’ve ever met. Returning back to LU instead of having the post weekend blues, I ended up at the cutest Christmas market and then off for gluhwein with some other lovely people. And once again I was upset just because I was happy.

Life on the Christmas emotion rollercoaster, not fun, but often full of surprises.

flashbacks of a fool

So a few years ago I went to Romania (iasi) for new year. I underestimated just how cold it was going to be, the temperature dipped to minus 16. Now the saying is "you learn by your mistakes" I clearly don't. I only have a little black jacket that I cam wear a fleece under and I'm still cold here in luzern. Just how cold can it get?

I am going to a ski resort this weekend to see the deftones, really looking forward to it except for one thing.... I have a ski jacket but its in Britain. Maybe if a spray myself in deep heat, surely I'll be ok apart from the smell?

the day i learnt my lesson the hard way.........

I originally wrote this post using a pen and paper (!) in a hotel in Bucharest.  I thought I loved Romania, the people, the culture, the food and the architechture.  I was so very wrong.  Bucharest does have its charms but travelling in a group of 50 and sitting in the bar with a glass of beer I felt so lonely.  I had no one to share my experiences with and realised rather pathetically late in my life that it was not Romania I loved but the friends I have there.  The sarmale is good in Bucharest but amazing when I am at my friends house.

This got me thinking about my life in Luzern, yes the city (town) is beautiful but thats not what makes me love the place.  What I love is all the amazing people I have met and the people I continue to meet.  I have made some truly great friends in such a short space of time and to them I would just like to say thanks x