After 20 boring hours of travel by taxi, plane and car…..I’ve finally arrived back in America!
But that doesn’t mean that I’m done blogging. I know that you were worried.
I have a few posts that I still want to do, so I’ll be putting those up at a later date.
I’m going to take a few days off to re-adjust and settle back into my life in the Lone Star State, but I will update after the reverse culture shock disappears.
And for now I’m going to go eat my first peanut butter and jelly sandwich in five months….
Bullfighting might be one of the most controversial aspects of Spanish culture. Before coming to Spain, I was familiar with this particular Spanish tradition, but I wasn’t how I felt about it. I didn’t have much desire to actually attend a corrida (it’s kind of like the Houston Rodeo, right?), but I knew that I wouldn’t turn down the opportunity to go if given the chance. 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
My obsession with Salamanca is no secret. By now, you should all know that I’m absolutely in love with this city. My city.
Since my time in Salamanca is coming to an end, I decided to compose a list of my favorite places in Salamanca.
In no particular order…. 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
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
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