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It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Between being ill and spending a month travelling around the USA, it’s been a long time since I’ve sat down and typed something up.

A couple of months ago I travelled to Nerja, a coastal town in Southern Spain for my sister’s wedding. Nerja is known for its gorgeous seaside views from the Balcón De Europa, long beaches and gorgeous white architecture.

Did I get up to a great deal in Nerja? Kinda, I spent tons of time with family and friends, being there for a wedding was a much different ‘travel’ experience than any I’ve had before. It mainly involved a lot of nursing hangovers around a pool – that’s something I could get used to.

Usually, my travel posts focus on what you can do or work as a diary. This time it’s more of just a place for me to dump photographs from a mighty fun couple of days on a trip that was anything but ordinary.

For the last few years, I’ve found myself going on a lot of city breaks and rather intense trips, trips that have involved me getting up at 8am, leaving by 10 and filling the day with as much as you possibly can, which totally burns you out and kinda ruins the point of holidays being ‘relaxing’.

The thing is, I’m not very good at relaxing, never have been, I can turn anything into work. Watching a TV show? Better get caught up and indulge in every single theory about it. Photography? Better make yourself feel like crap if your pictures aren’t anything other than perfect. Travelling? Agonise about what you’re not doing instead of what you are. 

But spending a few days with family in a relaxed place, spending quality time together rather than spending the whole time with a focused, jam packed schedule, was so nice. That’s not to say it wasn’t busy, there was a whole ass wedding after all, but it was a different kind of busy. One I hadn’t tried out in a long time.

I would do anything to live in a jaunty polka dot house. I don’t understand why it’s on such an angle, but I can get behind it.

It’s a strange thing going to a destination wedding. It was my first one, and I hope it won’t be the last. It’s being on holiday with loads of friends and family, most of which you would never dream of going abroad with, but then you do, and it’s bizarrely fantastic and not at all odd in the slightest. Walking around a small town hundreds of miles from where you live, you consistently bump into friends and family – that part is a little weird, but makes it all the more fun.

Here’s a pic of me in a fantastic parrot shirt from Primark lmao

This is the church in which my sister and her now husband tied the knot. Was a rather intense scenario coming out of the church, posing for photographs and having around 50 tourists wanting to grab a picture of the bride. I don’t understand this, why would you want a blurred picture of a woman you’ve never met to go in your ‘Nerja 2018’ photo album? Or even stranger, why would you go up to the groom and kiss him on the lips when he is walking with his brand new wife, this happened.

And I leave you with the happy couple themselves. Next time will be a bit more of a usual ‘what to do’ type post, rather than a photo-diary. Catch you in Lisbon!

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