Hey there! It’s me! The girl crying under a tree as I WhatsApp my friend, and a city bird poops on my favorite sweater – and well…my hand, too. I have been in Madrid for a week now. I do not think I have ever experienced so much panic and awe mixed in together. LIFE came at me SO FAST these past few days, and I am not sure if I am running from it or with it. The first three days were long, and tiring. We had orientation sessions where the information overload gave us all a sense that … Continue reading I have made it to Madrid.
I could see grace flowing through her veins, down her arms, and out the tip of her fingers. I saw his power down his spine, legs, and out his feet. Sweat cascading down his face, drops of it flying out onto the tablas and maybe even an audience member. He was making an effort. Not the kind of effort that wears you out and exhausts your body, no. It was the kind of effort that brings you to life. I had been melancholic, homesick already and it had not even been a week! Knowing Spanish is an advantage – no … Continue reading For Both of Us