How many of you have put on weight whilst on holiday? Imagine 10 months of holiday temptation and a girl with very little willpower. It is no surprise that my waistline has grown, as have my thighs, belly, boobs... the list goes on. The wardrobe full of elastic waist trousers and skirts doesn't exactly make me think twice about each meal choice either.
I decided in my little cubicle bed, like any product or service, I needed to 're-clarify my brand'. I've got lots to say and I want to talk with you! I combat my travel procrastination, my revitalised blog starts today. It's healthy to have an opinion. We can do fun, educated and eloquent, can't we?
Why have I been off the grid except for sporadic Instagram and Facebook posts? I'd left the stark and soulless Innsbruck youth hostel with too high an expectation of a help exchange in the mountains; positive, serene, calm and hopefully laughter filled guest house running yoga courses. Boy, was I in for a surprise. After 23 days, I can say easily say the hosts are generous of spirit; opening their home and providing food and accommodation but there were a few too many times when I felt like the hired help and to coin a blogger's phrase, this can be considered part 'thought piece'. My time in the Tyrolean mountains has been a slow 3 weeks. I left grateful for my fellow volunteers, mattress, the mountain views, the unexpected sunshine and my food but with a quandary; should HelpX or Workaway hosts explain their religious or spiritual sway?
Can you bloody believe it? HOW DID 100 DAYS PASS? Deliberate caps lock and my surprised Oscar winning face folks! I'm in a little shock that this much time has passed, it definitely doesn't feel like I've been away from the UK that long. A little look down memory lane with a few scores on the doors...
Well I never, how did 42 days fly by!?! I thought I'd do a quick update on me, in a homage to Bridget Jones' Diary. Loves every train journey across the continent