My Madrid’s Can’t-Get-Enough-Of

We had three full days, and one early morning to experience Madrid together. Before going to Portugal, I had a chance to walk my friend, Christy, around the city center. We touched based on main places like Plaza Mayor, Mercado de San Miguel, and Sol. But now it was time to pick and choose the more local/expat iconic things to do. Christy wanted us to do things I had not experience yet in this city; I wanted to bring her to places that as a local, I cannot get enough of. So here is my list of Madrid’s Can’t-Get-Enough-Of experiences: Baobab – … Continue reading My Madrid’s Can’t-Get-Enough-Of

Mi Casa Es Su Casa!

Christina Smac&Tosh – read the sign I held for almost one hour at the airport, waiting for you. It was worth the stares to get this adventure started right. You walked through the sliding doors, and I yelled out your name, but you didn’t see me. So I did the movie style run toward you, waving my arm. Nope, you did not see me. I planted myself in front of you, and you did the wide eyes thing! I hardly remember your first day in Madrid, actually. The image is a haze of disbelief that you came to see me. I don’t think I … Continue reading Mi Casa Es Su Casa!

I wanted to make out with my croissant.

“We’re going to Milan tomorrow,” said Hannah with a nonchalant tone…like “oh yeah…” “By the way…” “I almost forgot to tell you…” AAAHHHHHH!!!! I had studied about Milan in my college Italian class. Though I could hardly remember a thing, I was SO EXCITED! I have never been obsessed with clothes…but Milan is a major fashion capital. For some reason Italy was making me think about  the whole idea of using what you wear as an artistic expression of yourself.   We had a quick breakfast that morning…but one that I will never forget. Francesco heated up some croissants in the oven, … Continue reading I wanted to make out with my croissant.

What Was Once Just A Dream

“Honey, That’s  not an adventure, that’s an odyssey.” I remembered Ismael’s words as soon as I arrived in Bologna, Italia (right after spending the night at Madrid Barajas Airport). I had told him about that time I backpacked Ireland  by myself without making hostel reservations because, “When I travel, who knows where I will want to go, and what I will end up doing! It is an adventure!” He insists I should always have a place where I can at least die at each night. 🙂 On this particular autumn night at Barajas Airport I was just one out of dozens of people lying … Continue reading What Was Once Just A Dream

Tongue, cartoon buildings, and short-shorts.

I never imagined I would eat tongue. I had heard of the dish, but… Though the taste was undeniably delicious, there was something about its chewy texture…The thought, “This is tongue,” entered my brain as I swallowed. I felt like a trooper. We were having dinner at Sugarcane in Midtown. Sugarcane appeared on my internet search for interesting restaurants in Miami. As soon as I saw the beautiful pictures of cocktails and exotic looking dishes, I made plans to go there Sunday night. We were celebrating a very toned down version of a bachelor party, and Sugarcane had a great atmosphere. They have … Continue reading Tongue, cartoon buildings, and short-shorts.

The day a pigeon’s tush covered my eyes.

I learned how much happiness can fit into a single moment.  I retrieve images of this day from my memory to calm myself with its lifetime guarantee joy supply. After Stonehenge, the tour bus drove us to Bath. We were falling asleep on our way there, listening to the tour guide speak an overwhelming amount of information about this place. All I remember is that this was Jane Austen’s hometown and was founded by the Romans. The trees opened up in the mountain road to reveal a sight so incredible, and unreal, that my best friend smashed me against the … Continue reading The day a pigeon’s tush covered my eyes.

OVER THE MOON! Fantastique.

After the Eiffel Tower, the second most important thing we wanted to do in our Paris day-trip was to enjoy fine French cuisine at a local place – you know, where the French go.  I have never, ever been more unprepared for a trip in another country. We soon realized that there was really nothing promising around the Eiffel Tower area, so we walked North? West? South? East? we had no idea where we were going. The mood began to go down as we became more and more sore, hot, dehydrated, famished, and clueless. After a few unpleasant encounters, we … Continue reading OVER THE MOON! Fantastique.