The French Diaries: Part 21 “We love you Delos Tribe!”

I’ve returned from London exhausted. After a 5am start, we got a train back from Nuneaton, to London Euston, to take a tube to Heathrow, to then get a plane back to Marseille, to get a bus to Marseille train station, to then get a metro, so I could walk the rest of the way…

The Delos Diaries Podcast! Dreaming of Delos!

  It’s time to go back to the beginning with the release of The Delos Diaries Podcasts! If you want to learn more about SV Delos, head over to www.svdelos.com ! Thank you again SO MUCH for your love and support whilst I go on this adventure of mine. You can check out extra content…

The French Diaries: Part 5 “Lizbef finds a home!”

We met with Edouard’s brother and Nici at their apartment. I instantly felt incredibly welcomed by them both, sitting down, eating saucisson, drinking beers and exchanging stories until we were laughing. It was such an amazing feeling just knowing that we were starting somewhere. We wasted no time, making appointments for the very next day….

The French Diaries: Part 4 “Onwards to Marseille!”

We’ve left the countryside behind us, my heart is beating and the sun is scorching my skin already. The city of Marseille is before us. I realise with a start, that I am technically home. In the South of France. The scent of the city hits me hard, so unlike the scent of the ocean…

The French Diaries: Part 2 “An Adventure in Paris!”

My world has become a little surreal of late. A lot has happened since I first landed in Paris those four weeks ago. The next few days was spent learning about the French culture and getting to know Edouard’s parents, Christine and Pascal better. It was difficult communicating with anyone at first because even though…

The French Diaries: Part 1. “Paris”

I stand in the airport, bewildered and stunned suddenly at the noise rushing around my ears. Faces hurry past me, families laughing, couples scowling and children yawning sleepily as the clock chimed past an hour they had never seen before. I hitched my rucksack higher on my shoulders, a multi-coloured blaze of glory that the…