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
I didn’t realize this time would come so soon. My love affair has soured, yet I’m in the awkward position of continuing like nothing has changed. I am finally admitting to myself that I would be perfectly happy to never eat ham again. Spaniards adore jamón; it’s an important part of their diet and lifestyle. It almost seems … Continue reading
On October 12th, my mom came to Spain for a twelve-day trip spanning seven cities in the center, south, east, and north of the country, via train, plane, and automobile. I eagerly anticipated her arrival like any college student, for parents’ visits mean nice meals out and easing homesickness. My mom and I make a … 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
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