I fell in love with summer months.

I was not particularly looking to escape, but the opportunity presented itself. Once the school year was over in Madrid, concluding my first year as a Language and Culture Assistant at an elementary school, I headed to the North of Spain. I was going to work at an English outdoor summer camp for a month. It was ideal, really. Madrid gets unbearably hot in the summer, its dryness, pollution, and temperature making every part of your body sweat as you breathe in heat and exhale more heat. Everyone told me to “get out!” so I did. And I was getting paid to do so! … Continue reading I fell in love with summer months.

Enchantment

Simone opened the door to our Airbnb, her hair wet from the shower, and a lose dress. “Of course she already looks like she lives here,” I thought. She had arrived a few hours before us. Sarah, Kristen, and I flew together, coincidentally sitting next to each other. These three girls are my Girl Power Team while living in Madrid. This trip was overdue. We decided to travel together during a late lunch at De Patata Madre in Bilbao, Madrid. Kristen and Sarah had spontaneously bought cheap flight tickets with a sketchy sounding airline: Wizzair. Simone and I spontaneously decided to join, though this city … Continue reading Enchantment

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

The Foundation Beneath My Feet

“They b*tch, they whine, they go shopping, and then they get more food,” Sarah said. “I’m quoting you on my blog!”And here it is. We were comparing our Saturday to the basic story line of Sex and the City. It was a day well spent with some of my girlfriends, and there is no one else I’d rather spend my weekends with. The silver lining of my recent heartbreak is realizing what an amazing, strong, supportive group of women I have become friends with while living in Spain! Living abroad alone makes me more vulnerable, and just plain out of my comfort zone all … Continue reading The Foundation Beneath My Feet

Gambling My Heart

Dear Spain, You have brought me to tears and laughter. You have brought me to a more adult place where I can take care of myself, yet you’ve opened me up to the possibility of being taken care of by another. You have taught me that brand new is not necessary. You’ve taught me to accompany a simple meal with wine, and chew my food slowly, without desperation to clean my plate. You’ve taught me I’ve got nowhere to go, and everywhere to be. You’ve taught me to walk uphill, and to never ever run downhill. You’ve taught me to always … Continue reading Gambling My Heart

I danced. And then I replied “YES!”

The door was locked. “Did I arrive too early?!” Because I would almost rather arrive a little late than waaaayyyy too early. I said, “The school is locked,” to the Vice Principal walking toward me. Her eyes widened in a still-sleeping shock. She turned the knob…and the door opened…Mhm. I hate looking dumb. “Does it show that I met a Spanish boy…?” I asked her. She laughed, and I tried not to get that burning red blush. In Spain (at least in the schools), your coworkers/bosses can take on a friend-role easily. The Principal and Vice Principal are not just giving … Continue reading I danced. And then I replied “YES!”

I could try to describe it in depth.

I am excited 98% of the time lately. But I haven’t been THIS excited in a while. I was wide awake at 4:30 am, and I knew it had to be the anticipation of this hike that wouldn’t let me sleep for long. I left the house before the sun came out, and there was not a soul in the streets. “Only the brave are out,” WhatsApp Nacho (one of the Spaniard friends I’ve made here). “Then what am I doing here?!” I wrote back. But I had a good feeling about this day… I met up with Sonia, Nacho, and Ismael … Continue reading I could try to describe it in depth.