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Indoor Skydiving in Spain

Indoor Skydiving in Spain

Any high-octane endeavour necessitating that I get manhandled by a strapping young Spaniard, in a 165mph wind tunnel, is obviously awesome. Throw in the liberal use of banana terminology, a fetching jumpsuit, and the capacity to fly like a dick-head around a small glass room… and my wildest zero-gravity lunatic fantasises are realised. I am talking, of course, about indoor skydiving, and last week I was lucky enough to have a go! If you’re not much of a reader (no one’s perfect), scroll to the bottom for the video.   Indoor skydiving in Spain Couple weeks ago I had a ‘f*ck it’ moment (shock) and found myself in Spain, attending a travel blogging conference. As you do, when you should be setting up a new life in New Zealand, but instead you’re stuck in England, at your parents house, waiting on the NHS… sigh. Anyway, the conference was incredible (more on this soon)… but let’s be real here; the highlight was obviously throwing myself around a wind tunnel in the arms of a Spaniard. Somehow, after the conference, I managed to land myself a spot on a four day press trip around Girona… including delights such as indoor sky diving, kayaking, paddle boarding, sailing, canal boating, hiking, lavish hotels and of course more food and wine than I could handle. All thanks to the local tourism boards; Visit Costa Brava, Catalunya Experience and Emporda Tourism…. Yay! Don’t envy me too much; I did also have to go to an actual anchovy factory. Like, my gag reflex is still recovering. Understatement of the century, but I don’t do seafood. I actually would rather pass a large cactus than be within ten feet...
“You’re off to great places, today is your day, your mountain is waiting, so get on your way!”

“You’re off to great places, today is your day, your mountain is waiting, so get on your way!”

I swear the older you get, the faster time goes. Six months just slip by these days dont they. Like those epic nights out where you check your phone and its 5am, and youre all like ‘woah’ when did that happen. Aw yes, time does fly when youre having fun. Aaaaaand when youre shacked up in the Alps with THAT snowboarder running a chalet together. Gloat gloat gloat…. Well, we didnt kill each other, so gloat I shall. Yep, Miss Non-Commitment over here managed to live, work and romancify with a REAL boy for a grand total of (including our previous job) nine months. And, alarmingly, we’re both keen for more! It just sorta happened. I like life that way- let it happen. Never fight an adventure! So it was with this mindset that I began my second ski season last December, and it would be wrong not to briefly share the antics… No longer a Chalet Girl, but part of a Chalet Couple I dont really like titles as a form of validation (which is one reason I prefer not to divulge romantic intricacies with the Facebook masses… but that’s a whole other rant). But the title ‘chalet couple’ certainly embodies a lot of significant detail. From someone who has hosted both ways, I can tell you- the job as a couple is really quite different from the job on your own. For one thing, you get a bigger chalet between you, probably about 15 guests. Which is a complete game-changer. In a word, bluegh. Okay, so theres two of you to handle the increased workload, but to...
Embracing my quarter-life crisis

Embracing my quarter-life crisis

For those of us in our twenties, we’re at that age. The settling age. Where we find the tick-tock of reality consistently smacking us in the face. ANOTHER wedding attended, another baby scan ‘liked’, another promotion congratulated, another mortgage plan discussed… And yet… I still just want to don flip flops and backpack and waltz off into the sunset. I still have no idea, whatsoever, to do with my life. The other day my Nan pulled me up on my obvious inability to settle… ‘What is your plan though…?! You can’t keep gallivanting off forever Melissa!’ (Old people do not mince their words, do they?) What do you say to that? ‘Sorry Gran, I haven’t found anything to stop gallivanting for yet…’ Cos that’s about the size of it. Yes, it is quite the conundrum. I look at my life and think, WHAT is going on? Jokingly, I refer to this confusion, gallivanting and indecision as my Quarter Life Crisis. And then one day I put it randomly into Google… and discovered it’s an actual thing…   . Quarter Life what? Wikipedia defines the QLC as… A period of life following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the late teens to the early thirties, in which a person begins to feel doubtful about their own lives, brought on by the stress of becoming an adult…. …It occurs shortly after a young person enters the “real world”… [They are] confused about what steps to take in order to transition properly into adulthood…. Oh, I hear ya, Wiki. The Daily Mail, The Gaurdian, Huffington post, New Scientist… and a whole host of others all discuss the phenomenon. Apparently,...