Super, Pretty, Funny n°46

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21.11.14

Palm tree // Jess-On-Thames

Ouf.

Pretty much sums up this week. Had an impossible time recovering from holiday (see above), realised how hard it is to do the social media thing when my phone is still broken and I’m just going to say it: I am ready for Christmas. Probably because I’ve cried at the John Lewis ad now about 5 times. (Ok, 10 times… they keep showing it!)

Here’s what has been keeping me (somewhat) sane this week.

Super

Life on the edge of a desert in Chile

Norway’s passports are now cooler than yours

I finally bought wellies. Biker wellies. My transition to life in the UK is complete.

Its been a bit controversial this week, but I still love this project.

Pretty

Some coat envy

Feeling like a grown up kid watching this trailer. (See also: Cate Blanchett. See also: Rob Stark. See also: directed by Kenneth Branagh.)

Loving Margot’s blog redesign

Funny

A Thanksgiving controversy. First, the New York Times published this. And then a ranty Minnesotan responded.

Big Grace Helbig fan. That girl is funny.

Meryl as Julia. The best.

Holiday jetlag

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18.11.14

Jess in Seville

I have diagnosed myself.

I have jetlag.

Jetlag from vacation, having crossed only one time zone.

Stay with me for a minute because I am convinced this is a real thing…

Traveling gets my curiosity going. It gets my heart going. I get my learning on and I get my walking shoes on. I try to understand what makes another culture tick and give up my trivialities and my worries for a few days.

Travelling solo brings that out even more so. I woke up thrilled by the fact that I had no agenda everyday. I could get going whenever I wanted. Two cups of coffee while getting ready? No problem. In no rush to throw off the pajamas? Amazing.

I’d wrap my camera over my shoulder, grab my city map and my brand new iPhone 6 (no…  wait… I broke that approximately 5 seconds after arriving in Seville) … my iPAD (yes, I was THAT tourist on this trip holding up a screen the size of my face to get my Instagram pics) and run out the door. Maybe I had a plan, maybe I didn’t. Maybe I’d look at the map, maybe I wouldn’t. Maybe I’d get lost. Maybe I’d find my way again. Maybe I’d ask for help. Maybe I’d accidentally speak Italian to everyone. Maybe I’d be shy about asking for recommendations. Maybe I’d get my courage up and do it anyway. Maybe I’d embarrass myself. Did it really matter?

Maybe I’d run around town and see so many sites in one go my feet would ache at night. Maybe I’d take my time the next day and sit in a Moorish Garden with Amy Poehler’s (incredible) book for an hour, soaking up the sun. Maybe I’d discover something.

Travelling solo makes you realise and appreciate the power of choice. And the fact that you need to make choices because no one else will make them for you. Adrenaline is also a funny thing. I’m learning that travel is the one thing that can guarantee to get my heart going.

But this post is about the one thing I apparently haven’t learned and that is how to come back down from it. I landed in London on Saturday afternoon, ran errands all day Sunday and tried to fix the last phone I broke (yes, this is apparently now “a thing” and I no longer trust myself with technology).

I could not for the life of me fall asleep last night. My mind was racing. Going back to work/to the everyday/to responsibilities was hard. I’d only gone to Spain – I was still in Europe – there was a one hour time difference – why couldn’t I snap out of it and just rest?

And here we are – Monday night – I’m exhausted. I’m not exactly sure why I’d been so unsettled the night before – why I couldn’t snap out of the solo travel mode.

But I do know I’ll embrace it again at the next opportunity. Being diagnosed with holiday jetlag is 100% worth it.

Seville trip in stats:

  • 1,354 miles from London to Seville
  • 2.5 hours flight from Gatwick Airport via EasyJet
  • 4 nights via AirBnB
  • 6 historic sites visited
  • 840 pictures taken
  • 3 evenings of neighbors hosting opera singing lessons
  • 3 meals consisting purely of gazpacho (trust me, its better in Seville)
  • 2 rooftop Gin & Tonics

Seville, you get my heart

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14.11.14

Plaza de Espana, Seville // Jess-On-Thames

Real Alcazar, Seville // Jess-On-Thames  Gardens of the Real Alcazar, Seville

Morning wander in Seville // Jess-On-Thames  Seville // Jess-On-Thames

Seville // Jess-On-Thames  Seville Cathedral // Jess-On-Thames

Seville // Jess-On-Thames  Tiles at the Plaza de Espana // Jess-On-Thames

Real Alcazar, Seville  Real Alcazar

Ten years of living in Europe will trick you. Just when you think you’ve seen the most beautiful place or explored the deepest history, a new city will prove to you that you’ve haven’t even touched the surface.

Welcome to my current week in Seville.

Having accidentally given my brand new phone a little bath upon arrival at the Seville airport, my internet access is a little off these days, but here is a first glimpse into the city I can say may be my new European favorite.

Europe with a little twist of Africa.

In other words: perfect.

I’ve been snapping away, so for more pictures, take a look at my instagram: @jessonthames
Pictures above by Jess-On-Thames: Real Alcazar, Placa de Espana, Seville Cathedral and the streets of Seville

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