Tom and I are having one those moments where we are being ruthless with the amount of junk we have in our home. I mean it is the time of year for it isn't it.
Our bedroom is the second largest room in our house and consequently we fill it with lots of stuff, cram it everywhere, under the bed, on top of wardrobes. It's kind of hilarious that people think we have this beautiful home when in reality I choose to show only snap shots of our home when the piles of dirty laundry and bits and bobs are just out of shot!
We dug out all the boxes under the bed full of wires and random notebooks and set to really sorting them out. I found three disks marked 'old pics' and this is what I found on one of them.
A few peeks into a time I went to spain with a uni friend for a few weeks. We stayed with a family friend and travelled around Malaga (not the touristy bit but the campo in the mountains) and Tariffa, road tripping between the two on hot dusty roads and learning really quickly how to ask for a bottle of beer.
Unfortunately me and said friend fell out quite spectacularly after day three and so the next few weeks were at times quite fraught! Travelling and sharing the same bed with someone you are barely speaking to is not something I really would recommend to anyone, sheesh!
Regardless it was quite nice to look at these pictures and remember a different type of me, from almost ten years ago now! I've always been quite a homebody but recently I've been day dreaming about travelling with my little family. Not long adventures but I'd love to see parts of the world with my two favourite people by my side. I wonder if that's what was always missing from my adventure bug gene I was just waiting for the people to do it with?
These pictures were taken by a family friend named Gavin who kindly let us stay in his home and travelled with us also to Tariffa. I'm kind of regretting not visiting Morocco when we were so close but maybe that's for sometime in the future :)