Spring has sprung

I have a week off uni  for Easter and the weather is beautiful, it's beginning to feel like spring with temperatures of summer. Although it's not 'hot' yet, it's certainly a comfortable weather for me, it's been mid-late twenties the past few weeks and I'm beginning to get scared for the unbearable temperatures which will come in June. I'm already on the antihistamines and factor 50...

Last weekend me and Rosie decided to go to  the beach in a town called Motril. It wasn't the most amazing beach in the world but it was about 13€ return on the bus and there was sun, sea and sand. The coolest thing about Motril is that, as it lies within the province of Granada, when we were on the beach and in the sea you could see the snowy mountains of the Sierra Nevada. 27 degree heat whilst looking at snow topped mountains was quite surreal but very unique. 

snowy mountains 

beer in the sun

This week I had a visit from my best friend Amy.  My favourite thing we did was the day she arrived, we trekked up to Mirador de San Miguel Alto where we sat on the famous wall where everyone sits, caught up and sipped wine whilst the sun set. The views are breathtaking and look right over the whole city. Another evening we went to a flamenco show which was, yet again, incredible. The times I have been before the singer has been male but this time she was female and it was a completely different experience. We had a perfect few days together and I'm so glad she got to visit.

El mundo a nuestros pies

 This week is also Semana Santa which is a pretty big deal in Spain. In England we just give chocolate eggs and eat hot cross buns (which I really miss). There are processions basically all day everyday in Granada and all throughout Spain. I went to one on Sunday with Maddy and Rosie and also caught a few whilst walking around with Amy. They really are incredible, photos don't really capture the experience. Tonight there is a procession in complete silence and the lights in the city are turned off. The only light comes from the candles that are held by the KKK cofradías.

The thought of going back to uni is, as always, not a nice one, how do they study in such heat? Another displeasing thought is how little of my year abroad is left. What can I do over summer to put off coming home? I love you England but I'm not ready to come back yet.