Arlene Harris returns to stunning Santiago de Compostela in Spain

When I was 14 years old, I went on my first relatively-solo adventure — flying from Shannon to London Heathrow, changing planes (and terminals) and catching a flight to Santiago de Compostela in northern Spain.
Admittedly, I was accompanied through the UK airport by a kindly Aer Lingus steward (much to my teenage disgust) but I was travelling on my own to stay with a Spanish family in Galicia where I would spend two months.