It's good to be back.

It seemed apt to kick the blog back into action now that I've moved back to Oviedo. I would like to apologise for the overly descriptive and the altogether unnecessary number of adjectives. Being away from university I'm anxious to ensure that I don't lose my ability to waffle aimlessly for pages on end or talk for hours about absolutely nothing - wouldn't want that English degree to go to waste! Changing things around slightly from last year I am not writing from my usual table at Cafe Oriental, I've set up shop in a new cafe across the road from Holly's flat, I'm not saying that Oriental does not still occupy  special place in my heart, I'm just saying the tortilla is better here!

The journey to Oviedo last weekend seemed fairly straight forward until I arrived at the little shack that is Asturias Airport without a suitcase; lost somewhere in the fathoms of Barcelona El Prat. Not exactly how I wanted to kick off my return - trying desperately to communicate with Holly through the automatic doors between baggage reclaim and arrivals. Everything was greatly improved later on as we headed to Holly's very beautiful new flat and met her new flatmate. Now, I'm not saying that I was replaced, simply that Holly traded me in for a smaller, cuter model.

Meet Messi. Every bit as quick footed and speedy as her name sake, and not too bad at diving either. 

Those who know me know that I am not what one would call, "an animal person." Nonetheless, Messi has decided that she likes me; showing her affection by trying to eat the nail polish off my toes and jumping on my face in the middle of the night - how have could I have possibly gone for so long without a pet?! 

At the beginning of the week we were treated to some of the nicest weather I've seen in Oviedo. The issue being that my memories of Oviedo all seemed to come from the December/January portion of my year abroad, and so while I am amply supplied with jumpers and winter skirts, I am entirely unequipped to deal with Oviedo at 32 degrees. Nonsensical outfits aside we took a trip to Las Salinas on Sunday; coincidentally one of the first places I visited two years ago and I think one of the first places I blogged about. 

This is what I remember Salinas looking like; a great stretch of beach that goes beyond the corner of the coast in the edge of this picture. What I didn't realise was that although I'd visited this beach about ten times last year, I'd never turned left along the beach. At the other end is an, well, "Anchor Museum."

I had no idea this was there - complete tourism fail. 

My favourite discovery was the head poking out the side of the rocks. Why? Who knows - it's Spain, we don't ask why. 

Successful lens flare? Does this mean I'm J.J Abrams now...?

 All in all my first few days back in Oviedo were wonderfully relaxing. Now all the hard stuff begins.
I've managed to secure a job teaching in a language academy a little outside of the centre of Oviedo which is definitely a good start and a little weight off my shoulders. The next job was to find a flat, easier said than done. I was entirely spoiled last time, given that the flat and flatmates were sorted before I had even left Scotland. But it's still early days and I'm sure I'll find something soon.

So there we go; officially back in Oviedo, over-dosing daily on cafe con leche and pinchos.