It’s been 18 days since I left Spain, so that makes me an authority on all things study abroad related, right?
After all, I am an alumni which makes me sound fancy and sophisticated.
Okay, maybe not, but I do know a lot more about Study Abroad than I did five months ago! Before I studied abroad, I was a mess of uncertainty and did endless amounts of research blog stalking to make sure that I picked the right country, city, and program for my experience. I am certain that my decision would have been 100 times harder if I didn’t have the internet. How did our parents survive?! To pay it forward, I decided to provide some information that will hopefully help someone out there who is as desperate as I was. Continue reading →
My days in Salamanca are dwindling and I want to leave here without feeling like I missed out on something, so I’ve dedicated these past few weeks to fitting it all in. Here’s some of what I’ve been up to: Continue reading →
Its real name is “Huerto de Calixto y Melibea”, but I’ve referred to it as the “lock garden” ever since my Spanish friend took me to see it for the first time three months ago. Mostly because that’s what it is….a lock garden. And because I just had to “google search” the real name.Continue reading →
I hate goodbyes. I always have. But then again, who actually likes them?
Since my arrival in Spain, I’ve noticed that the Spaniards rarely use the term “Adios” in favor of “Hasta Luego” (which translates to “See you later”). I actually really love that the Spaniards do this. So, in order to ease the pain of saying “goodbye”, I’ve decided to adopt this Spanish practice and refer to this period of my life as an “Hasta Luego”. 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 →
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 →
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 →