Leaving Europe and Three Earthquakes: a look into the first few months in Mexico

I have been meaning to tell you what it’s been like to move from Europe to the Americas this summer. I moved to Spain on my own (#throwback #2015), and had the most exhilarating two years of my life travelling around Italy, Portugal, Hungary, Poland and Czech Republic. Madrid became a place I still think of as my home. Barcelona became my favorite weekend-getaway excuse. I acquired a particular taste for strong coffee in tiny cups, and a love for oversized scarves. Though I hate the notion that I left Europe because I fell in love with a European who … Continue reading Leaving Europe and Three Earthquakes: a look into the first few months in Mexico

Madrid Guide: from expat to traveler

  I am so near the finish line. I have completed my second school year as an Auxiliar de Conversación and private English teacher in Madrid, Spain. Tomorrow I will fly back to Florida, United States. Madrid filled me with aliveness for two years, and it will always hold a place in my heart. I have written about Madrid before, and have recommended all my go-to places (from that time). Check out my older entry: My Madrid’s Can’t-Get-Enough-Of   🙂   Time and again that list gets edited. By May 2017, when my good friend Ariena visited me while on … Continue reading Madrid Guide: from expat to traveler

An Ordinary Day in Madrid (a walk-through)

  It seems I have 82 days until I leave Spain. 82 days seem like nothing now that Bradley returned from Mexico so we don’t have to do the long distance thing. Now that joining him on the other side of the world is no longer a daily concern, I have plenty of room to start missing Spain before I go. I have taken little getaways and day trips here and there since my last entry, but the last three months have not been monumental in terms of travel. So I stopped blogging and let daily routines get a hold of me. It was not until recently that … Continue reading An Ordinary Day in Madrid (a walk-through)

Hope

The sun is out. It has not been bright in Madrid for weeks. This is really unusual, Madrid. Last year, I hardly ever heard the sound of rain here. But now I hear it a lot. I have always felt European rain is pretty – a romantic touch. I am grateful for the wide bed I get to write this post from, with a big window, in a blue painted room. I am drinking this eucalyptus, mint, malva, thyme tea that’s supposed to boost my immune system. I got the flu last week. November was a strange month. I encountered all … Continue reading Hope

Weekends in Madrid

  “Fine, I won’t shave my legs,” I finally decided before putting shorts on. Yuli and I were comparing leg hair length, and what was worth a shave, while I exercised in my bedroom, wearing a bikini, and she studied in the living room, still in her pj’s. We had sunbathing plans for the weekend. Side-note: I recently moved from Alcobendas to Madrid’s center, and it has been an upgrade in more ways than one. I am living in a beautiful, spacious piso (Spain’s word for flat) walking distance from the Royal Palace, and famous Calle Princesa. I live with 3 Spanish girls, all in their 20’s. … Continue reading Weekends in Madrid

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!

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

I’m not done loving.

“Put it away. You don’t need that sh*t,” she said. The wake up call came from Ellie Goulding. Rewind a week ago, and you will get to the peak of this drama ride. It was a kind of homesick I had not yet experienced in Spain. This time the feeling lasted longer than normal. This time, I had a broken heart. Yet I put myself in this situation, so I did not feel like I could ask Life for a reimbursement (though I considered the option). It was me, after all, who declared my heart open to every kind of adventure. I … Continue reading I’m not done loving.

The Sight That Saves Me

Another fall from grace. I dread getting blindsided by suffering…any suffering! Even the kind where you smack your little toe against furniture. It unsettles every bone in my body as I go from cloud 9 to somewhere near the end of a black hole in the galaxy. Excuse me, I’m getting carried away. But yes, it sucks to be in pain. The morning after the fall my muscles ached, and I replaced breakfast for a coffee and then chamomile tea with honey. “That should carry my anxiety through the day,” I thought. Here’s the tough side of moving abroad by yourself: I’ve only been here … Continue reading The Sight That Saves Me