nine countries and a car named Claude

This summer, me and 5 of my friends went on the most stereotypically coming-of-age holiday possible. Comprised of 3 film students, a ballet dancer and two biologists, we had the makings of a semi-functional group of 3 couples that could just about bear to live in each other’s pockets for two weeks straight. Our greatestContinue reading “nine countries and a car named Claude”