Gandalf y el Sexo

I’m sure you all were wondering if I actually go to classes here or if I just spend my days eating tapas, picking up strangers and sitting on my balcony. Well, I do all of those things, but I also go to class for three hours every Monday through Thursday. I’m not quite sure how…

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Liverpudlians, Big Cats and Canceled Trains

During my weekend in London, my best friend and I took a day trip to Liverpool to visit my friend, Ryan, who was an exchange student at U of I last semester. The first night, we only saw the bottoms of bottles, glasses and a few pitchers. But the next day, we visited Albert Dock and…

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London Calling

This weekend I traveled to London to surprise my best friend for her birthday. I’ve been to London before, so this wasn’t my first rodeo. Regardless, I decided to make the most of it and do all the touristy things once more. I toured the entire city by foot over the span of two days; visited…

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That Time I Went to the Gym

My roommate Laura invited me to the gym, and naturally I felt inclined to go. As much as I am loving my carbolicious lifestyle, my booty is getting a little too big for it’s own good. I expected the gym to be like any other: rather dark and unpleasant, with rubbery floors, an awful color scheme and grunting…

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Tripe, Bidets and Nutella

Today is the big move, and I am most definitely ready to be in my own apartment. Yes, I actually did find an apartment and will not be a homeless. I’m very much so looking forward to living more comfortably, which means being able to identify my dinner, not shaving my legs in a sink and…

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Eat The Damn Bread

I think I have eaten more carbs in these past two weeks than I have in the past year. And I am happier than I have ever been. Breakfast is always cereal with either toast, croissants or muffins. Lunch is a foot-long baguette. And not the Subway five dollar foot-longs that are actually like 11 inches. We’re talking…

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The Spanish Host Family Experience

For the first two weeks of my study abroad program, everyone was placed with a host family. I live with a rather nice Spanish family in a small apartment in the northern part of the city. I share a room with another girl in my program, Kelly. My host mother is Montserrat, a sweet woman in…

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Wild Horses Couldn’t Drag Me Away

Sometimes I like to think of my life as a movie, and therefore will proceed to describe today in the form of a screenplay. It’s basically Eat Pray Love, except in Barcelona and I am not a middle aged divorcée. I’ve never actually seen the movie, but I’m going to assume that the plot is…

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Why I Deleted Snapchat and Why You Should Too

I was at a bar waiting for a friend to join, so naturally I opened up Snapchat to kill a few minutes. And suddenly, I had an epiphany. I give absolutely zero shits about your dog, how pretty your overpriced drink looks, that you’re about to “rage with your bitches” or that you just “worked-out” for an hour. And guess…

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Wild Saturday Night in Barcelona

That title is a complete lie. It’s Saturday night and I should be celebrating my arrival to Barcelona by getting white-girl wasted on sangria, screaming “WOOO BARCELONA!” and making out with overly perfumed Spanish men. But honestly, I am so tired that if I went out and someone tried to speak to me, drunk me would probably…

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