This day was one to live in infamy. We awoke with London, Indian food in our bellies and sadness in our hearts. Leaving was definitely not something we wanted on our schedule. Packed and ready to catch the bus to the tube, we knew that today would be a day of traveling. Bus to tube, […]Read more "No… the Plaza Mayor in MADRID"
English? Wow. Finally back into a country whose language I speak fluently. Now my spanish improved tremendously while abroad but at that time my english decreased. Unfortunately I find myself in England and Spain struggling. Picture this: It is 4pm in Madrid, our day was spent battling the metro to downtown, asking directions, reserving hostels […]Read more "Londres"
T-30 hours until the bus comes to my door to take me away from my home for the past 6 weeks. Although it has been about 2 months I feel like I have spent years here. The each street of Salamanca holds separate memories. From the streets that take me home, to school, to clubs, […]Read more "Its the Final Countdown"
Finals began today. The “reason” I came to Spain is coming to an end and the test was this morning. Walking to my 9am literature final I had more than one emotion flowing through me; confusion with the different names of poem authors in my head and sadness from the fact that this is my […]Read more "Una Día en la Vida Española"
Alhambra means red one but it should just mean heaven. This place hold the summer and winter castles for the old Arabic rulers. People used to think the Arabians had special powers because this building was made of iron and when it rained it would run red, thus the name. Alhambra definitely mirrors a mythical […]Read more "Arabic Heaven"
Madrid. 6 million people. 32 JMU students and Jesús (our coordinator). Only allowing 2 days in the Capital of Spain required us to basically jet set through everything. After the 3 hour drive to Madrid we arrived at the Museo del Prado, one of the world’s most famous museums. Our tour guide Laura, walked us […]Read more "Sin Para"
One of my new favorite things: tapas. After my conversation class, filled with jokes and songs, and travel writing class, recently renamed travel raging, it is 12 o’clock. Now in Spain, 12 o’clock does not mean lunch time. Lunch happens at 230 with our families. Those 2.5 hours seem like weeks away when breakfast is […]Read more "Tryin to tapa that"