It’s been a month since I crossed the pond from Europe to America. Now that I am sitting in a comfortable air-conditioned kitchen, and eating ice-cream made with cashew milk, I can write what I remember. It was Friday, June 9th. I left home at 7:00 am and met Sarah at the Madrid airport for our flight to Milan. When the plane landed and they opened the doors, I heard a musical “Buon Giorno!” that immediately put me back in touch with my love for Italian. I was shy to try what little I could remember from the college classes … Continue reading Cinque Terre: 16 long hours and a fleeting day.
No, but seriously. I was really, really, really glad I wore my hiking boots. Granada is the steepest city I have yet been to. It was my first trip to the South, a long time wish while in Spain. The main thing drawing me to this region was Flamenco dancing. Granada is known for housing THE most symbolic touristic sight, representative of Spain: La Alhambra. This was a small city that housed around one thousand residents in Moorish Spain – a period that lasted about 7 centuries, starting in the 700’s. When we think of Spain’s stereotype, we often picture bullfights, Flamenco dancers, ham, and sangria. … Continue reading I was really, really glad I wore my hiking boots.