It had been over a year since I had last been to another country when I boarded the plane. One year and 9 days to be precise (not that I was counting).
Three of my friends and I had found out the day before that we’d all officially graduated university, with honours, and were off to celebrate with lots of sun, sea,and sangria in Tenerife. As we’d all been to the country before we didn’t do much in the way of sight-seeing, but it was nice to just relax at the beach or by the pool in the sun after the most stressful year of our lives. It was bliss.
As there’s not an awful lot to write about here’s a mini-photo diary of my week instead: