So, my year abroad is coming to and end. I’ve finished uni, got my results and I’m currently in the process of packing up my things so I’ll be ready to leave in a few days time. I could dedicate this post to Avignon, talk about the experiences I’ve had and all the wonderful memories I’ll be taking away with me on that train, along with two very heavy suitcases and a backpack. But I’m saving all that for next week. So, this week I’m going to talk to you all about how my phone broke while I was on holiday so was left disconnected from the world for a whole week. That’s horror story material right there. I wonder who will play me in the film?
Rachel and I decided to do a sort of mini trip of Spain. Last week we got on a coach to Valencia to visit our friends Mel and Oli, before continuing on the road to Castalla, a town near Alicante, for a week of tanning and lounging by the pool. We got to Castalla and my phone gave up on life. Maybe the heat was too much for the poor thing, maybe I had dropped it one too many a time, I don’t know, but I was suddenly plunged into the middle ages. Remember that time when the WiFi in the house broke so we were disconnected for a month? I don’t deal well with separation.
I usually have my phone with me at all times. I’m one of those people that checks the dinner table to see if everyone else has their phone out so I can get away with having mine out too. I’ll admit that I’m a screen slave, maybe even slightly nomophobic (Google it) and I’ll admit that I felt somewhat lost, but some good came out of having a broken phone. I got to enjoy my holiday, rather than scroll through endless streams across various social networking platforms to see other people on holiday. And at least no one had to endure the otherwise inevitable Snapchats of hot dog legs, sun emojis, or big white numbers showing the temperature over a clear blue sky. My few followers can thank LG for that.
Anyway, the horror has ended. The stupid blonde girl didn’t die and her phone decided it wanted to live again. So I’m back in Avignon and back on social media. I’ve also caught up with everything I missed; I’ve been binge-scrolling. Pathetic, I know.