You go travelling and everyone says “oh you won’t want to come home”, but what they always forget to tell you is that they're not kidding. This is exactly what happens every single time! First France, then Italy and now Portugal. It’s safe to say I’m a danger to myself when it comes to this travelling malarky. It’s a good job I always book a return flight home otherwise who knows where I would end up. 

The funny thing is that this blog originally started as a fashion blog, and then turned into a fashion and lifestyle blog because I couldn't stop myself sharing the hilarious stories that just seemed to keep happening to me and now that I’ve got the travelling bug I’ve thrown a bit of that is as well, so for the moment basically anything goes. Limiting what I write about to just one thing isn’t very fun so lets see where this new blog takes me. 

For the moment my feet are stuck firmly to the ground, but I wonder how long that will last?

Downward Dog

It was evident that living in Italy, I was bound to consume large quantities of pizza and pasta, but little did I know that I would actually eat so much that I would begin to look like one. For those of you that know me, I can eat! But it does tend to get embarrassing when you not only finish your extra large pizza, but finish your friends and have an extra slice of another friends too! Ok so I might have a slight addiction to pizza but there is worse things to be addicted too!

After several weeks of giving into my Italian food cravings, I told myself it was about time I did some sort of exercise, otherwise it was becoming clear that I would end up like the back end of a bus. 

I’m not really one for doing sport that feels like sport, I mean I’m the occasional jogger, if I know I’ll have take out that night, or the type that will run for the bus. I can break a sweat just doing that! Also it doesn’t help that I am actually the worst when it comes to every single sport. No seriously, I mean its actually quite shocking! I can’t catch, throw, kick or do any other sort of sporting gesture. It usually ends up with me in a heap on the floor after tripping over my own feet. 

So I have turned my attention to yoga; quiet and peaceful yoga. Or so I thought it would be. I was all prepared and super eager signing up without even doing the trial lesson. I even went on a hunt for a yoga mat - who knew that would be so difficult? So for the first lesson I turned up at yoga mat in hand, and shocked at how many people came, the class was full. There wasn't even enough mats for everyone, I mean crazy or what? Numbers fell after that, the class now consists of a mere 6 of us. What does that tell you? The first lesson, surprisingly was tranquil and calm, little can be said for the classes after that. A few of my friends from my Graphics class decided to sign up too. Well, that was peaceful yoga out of the window. I mean in-between the falling over, slipping on the mat, changing mats, the occasional yelp and hysterical laughing, there is the odd occasion that its quiet. Never did I think I’d find exercise so entertaining. Thank god they joined. Yoga really did turn out for the best! 

A month in bullet points

I can’t believe it has already been a month that I’ve been living here. Time flies by that's for sure! It’s surprising how much has happened; the people I’ve met, the places I’ve visited and well the “studying” I’ve done. Rather than bore you with the ins and outs of what has been going on I thought it would be easier for me to condense what has gone on into bullet points. So here we go:

• Have been lost in the city everyday for the past 4 weeks!
• Cried when I eventually stepped through the Ikea doors, I mean I love Ikea but this was more a relief of actually finding the store after 4 hours of being lost in the pouring rain.
• Officially started NABA Milano, as a fully enrolled Graphic Design student.
• Have had many awkward occasions involving sign language in order to be understood.
• Had a really flattering photo of myself done in a train station in order to get my transport card - embarrassing doesn’t even begin to cover it!
• Stumbled across Duomo, it’s kind of hard to miss.
• Have bought way too many clothes and shoes already.
• Eaten way too much pizza and pasta, but I guess this is to be expected.

I think this pretty much sums up my first month in Milan. Home sweet home!

Opportunities don’t come with rules!

Benvenuto and welcome to Milan! Finally, after months of planning, I’ve made the move from Cornwall, to the fashion capital that is Milan. Despite it only being for 6 months, I’ve still managed to justify bringing with me 99% of everything I own, which trust me was difficult to manoeuvre. This summer I found out that I would get the opportunity to study abroad at the Graphic Design University that is known as NABA Milano, and without hesitation, or budgeting, I said yes. There was absolutely no way I was going to turn an opportunity like this down, you’d have to be crazy. It’s been just over a month now, so I though it was about time that I updated my blog and actually wrote some content. 

What better place to do it than in Milan? So here it goes… a new chapter!