Today was thankfully the last day of school for the next three weeks, and after the five hour exam on Wednesday, it's greatly needed! I passed (not as high as I'd like) and am now in level B1 but feel I'm at that infamous learning-a-language plateau, where you learn so much and then just suddenly stop, whilst everything jumbles around inside your brain coming out in an incorrect way. I hear this is normal, but it's a bit frustrating. I'll take the next few weeks to sleep properly and hopefully allow everything to find the right place in my brain.
I've been looking on Easy Jet and Ryan Air's websites on a daily basis, dreaming of places to go for a weekend. My options are endless and all for 15 Euros, cheaper than taking a train to Bologna! Maybe England, to London for a book buying binge. Or Ireland beckons, where I can discover my Hibernian roots in County Kerry. Copenhagen, Marrakesh, Berlin, Prague, Stokholm: there's so little of the world I've really seen. Or Scotland, where I could have a Highland Fling, and visit an ancestral estate like Mount Stuart, home of the Marquess of Bute.
For more photos of this stunning place: HERE