I leave Madrid in a few hours, and it feels strange. All of my bags are packed (though “stuffed” might be a more apt word). I’m excited to go home, but it’s hard for me to be done with a place. I want to collect all the places I’ve lived and have them on hand. … Continue reading
For my second weekend in Madrid I decided go out of town. Maybe a bit soon for a trip, but my host family’s assurance that these were the last days of good beach weather was enough to send me to the Mediterranean. With a plan hatched only the night before, I headed to Valencia with a … Continue reading
Travel Ardor 