On my first trip to Barcelona, Polly and I were sitting in a taxi when I heard a commercial saying that Enrique Iglesias was going to be in Madrid on March 4th for his Euphoria tour. I grabbed her arm and squealed as the taxi driver totally judged me and my violent reaction to such silly news. Apparently los españoles aren’t loco por Enrique, but I couldn’t help myself…my inner 90’s child got the best of me. Continue reading
Fútbol (Soccer, for you Americans) is much more than just a sport in Spain. It’s more of a religion for most fans. I’d be willing to bet that many Spaniards have attended more matches than Masses or church services in their lifetimes. On important game days, pedestrians are sparse as people crowd themselves into bars and pubs to watch their favorite teams.
Since my arrival in Spain, I’ve been able to attend two fútbol matches and watch many more in various cities around Spain. Continue reading
On Sunday, Polly and I woke up with the intention to find the Hunger Games in English. Spain dubs all of their movies which is why the Spanish premiere wasn’t until April 20th, a month later than the US premiere. However, Polly and I did not want to watch the movie in Spanish (we wanted to do as little thinking as possible), so we researched and found a theatre that showed the original movie. Continue reading
Day 3 (Saturday):
9:00 a.m. Rise and shine! Already regretting that 3:45 a.m. bedtime.
10:00 a.m. Meet our Colombian tour guide, Jose, at Via Vespa for a Vespa tour of Barcelona.
10:15 a.m. Waitttttt, so we’re already supposed to know how to drive a Vespa?
10:30 a.m. Test drive. No crashes. Continue reading
So this post has absolutely nothing to do with my trip to Barcelona. It doesn’t even have anything to do with me. Today’s post is from my friend Lily. You may remember her from some of my other blog posts….she’s kinda cool. I guessssss. She’s from Tennessee so we’ve been known to start chanting “SEC” just because. Here’s the link to her original post and her blog, but I’ve reblogged her post below.
Last weekend, I returned to Barcelona for reasons that will be explained later. For now, here’s a timeline of the first two days.
Day 1 (Thursday):
10:05 p.m. Flight to Barcelona departs from Salamanca airport
Shout out to Iberia Airlines for your timely take off, free refreshments, ample leg room, friendly stewardesses and minimal carry-on restrictions…you really are a huge step up from Ryan Air and Easy Jet, and I appreciate you.
11:00 p.m. Arrive in Barcelona. Find a taxi. We can’t be bothered with the bus system. It’s late and we aren’t in the mood to get lost.
11:15 p.m. Ask taxi driver to take us to our hotel. He pulls out a weird piece of paper with streets all over it. Hey, the 90’s called. They want their map back. Where’s the GPS?! Continue reading
Last Monday was Lunes de Aguas in Salamanca!
Lunes de Aguas, an exclusively Salamancan holiday, dates back to the sixteenth century. King Philip II of Spain issued an edict that called for the prostitutes in Salamanca to be taken out of town during Lent. On Ash Wednesday, the prostitutes left their brothel house and were moved across the Tormes river. On the Monday after Easter, the man who was in charge of the prostitutes, Father Luke (also called Father Whores), led the students in bringing the prostitutes back into the city by boat. The whole city gathered by the river, drinking, eating hornazo* and dancing, to welcome them back after the Lenten season.
*empanada filled with chorizo, pork, and jamón, and typically eaten on Lunes de Aguas Continue reading
I know it may seem like I’m not attending school over here, but let me just say this…..
Totally kidding. Calm down, Mom and Dad.
So for those of you who are wondering how my classes are going…..
We took this picture after a RIVETING hour and a half of Spanish history! And it is proof that I’m in a classroom! Learning stuff! With real students! You guys see those books, right?
Okay, but for real…one of these days I will write a post about my classes abroad. And as you can tell from above, they’re a BLAST!
Since it was Semana Santa, we got the last ten days off of school which meant major traveling for most people.
For this girl, it meant a whole lotta ocean, sun, sand, and relaxing. After making the crucial mistake of checking my bank statements, I decided that I couldn’t exactly afford an extravagent multi-country trip. Polly and I decided to save some money and stay at an all inclusive resort, H10 Tindaya, on the island of Fuerteventura in the Canary Islands. Continue reading