My City, part 2

A few weeks ago, I wrote this post about my favorite places in Salamanca.
I also promised that there would be a part two, so I don’t want to leave you guys hanging! Continue reading


Home Sweet America

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….


Corrida de Toros

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 City, part 1.

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

Hasta Luego.

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

Barcelona, days 4 and 5.

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

Barcelona, Day 3.

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.

Juan, Polly and I

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