Not Ours to Keep

I’ve made a lot of close friends on the Camino, which called for some hard goodbyes. It all seemed rather unfair, to be blessed with wonderful new friends, yet have to part with them after only a few weeks, fulling knowing some of us may never see each other again. But, truth is, that’s life…

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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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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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Jesus and Jolie

I spent my birthday weekend relaxing with Mama Kulka in the beautiful country of Malta. Don’t know where Malta is? That’s okay. I’m not completely sure either, and I just spent five days there. Malta is a little country below Italy, half way between Siciliy and North Africa, and it encompasses five islands. It is the world’s…

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A Birthday

I’m turning 21 tomorrow. I’ve talked to my mama about this and we both agreed that it somehow felt strange, considering I’ve been “21” for at least three years now. I’ve always felt older than I am, and I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I have lived more than most…

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My Own Kind of Paradise

I have come to a crisis. Not quite a mid-life crisis or a quarter life crisis for that matter, rather what I would like to call an island crisis. I’m no longer sure that a life involving wearing deodorant and underwear is the one I want to live. I have spent the last four days…

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