I’m Going on an Adventure 

“What the hell am I doing.”  These words played over and over in my head this morning as I drifted in and out of sleep on a seven hour train ride from Barcelona to Burgos, a city in the north of Spain.  You see, I have decided to do the Camino de Santiago, an ancient…

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When People Visit

Visitors are exhausting. You walk around all day, spend more money than you normally would on entrance fees and metro passes and you eat constantly, and I mean constantly, just so that they can have the best possible experience in Barcelona. Over the last few weeks, I have had three visitors. I have re-visited all of…

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Fútbol, Confetti and Tears- Visca el Barça!

Kristi, or KrIstanbul, whom I visited in Istanbul in March, came to visit this weekend and accompanied me to my first FC Barcelona game this past Saturday. I had waited all semester to go to a game, and with only two weeks left in my stay, it was now or never. FC Barcelona was playing Deportivo de La…

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Conversations with Strangers: Pabloski from Wrocław

About him:  Paul, who goes by Pabloski because he is half Mexican and half Polish (Pablo-ski get it?), manages Funky Cycle, a rickshaw business in Barcelona. He has been living in Spain for about 16 years now, and his hidden talent is guessing what country people are from. How we met: My friend, Kristi, is visiting…

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About that Wallet Again

About a month ago, almost to the day actually,  I wrote about how I had left my wallet in a taxi. Since then, all the credit cards had been canceled and replaced, the cute leather wallet completely forgotten and the incident forgiven. Today I got my wallet back. Out of the blue, I was informed…

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Lessons from Jellyfish and Deserts

Today I got stung by a jellyfish for the third time in my life. Once was in Belize, once in Honduras and now here on the beach near Barcelona. I didn’t even know they had jellyfish here this time of year. I limped out of the water, slightly annoyed thinking, “just my luck,” and also annoyed…

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On Children and Mothers

The other day, my father and I made our way into the Sahara desert to round out our Moroccan experience. On the way to our desert camp, our driver asked if we wanted to visit a nomadic Berber family that had set up camp nearby. Nomadic family? Berber locals?! Observing a rare gem of African life?…

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La Rubia Goes to Africa

I think the best way to describe my first days in Morocco is to start with a joke. I’ll try my best not to screw it up. A red-head, a brunette and a blonde were running from the cops, when they spotted a farm and decided to hide out there. Once at the farm, the red-head ran into the chicken coop.…

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Adéu

Adéu. It means goodbye here in Barcelona. And the goodbyes have begun. I had my first round of goodbyes this past weekend, with friends that were also studying abroad and had finished their program midway through April. I didn’t imagine it would be this difficult to say goodbye to people I had known for such a short period of…

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