So Where To Now? Everywhere!
Hi I’m Jo, and just to clarify, this is not a blog about the husky, slightly angry rock chick, with the once pink hair. It has nothing to do with shades of lipstick either, and for the record, I am a matt red girl all night long. No, this is about my life after Breast Cancer. Sinking lower than the Titanic and then finding out that Yazz was right all along. The Only Way is Up. Or in the case of myself, and my husband Alex ,the only way is selling up, packing up and moving on, leaving all that crap behind. Life part two is climbing Mount Snowdon with one very wet sock, 40 tapas in two days in a San Sebastián prawn frenzy , and stubbornly attempting to hike 150 miles from Portugal to Spain, with just a stick named Fred, and a dangly scallop shell.
Life after…what a bloody crazy adventure…
We started our adventure in 2017, but my love of travel began long before that. I was nine when I got my first passport (don’t mention the fringe), and I haven’t really stopped since then!
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