Dear You Know Who You Are,
I didn’t mean for this to happen. Of all the worries I had before leaving for Spain, I didn’t even think about the friends I would make. I don’t know why, I guess I was more focused on traveling with friends who were studying in other parts of Europe. Of course, meeting up with childhood friends in a foreign land was one of the best experiences I had over the past four months; but I quickly learned that the friends you make when you’re traveling are friends you will have for a lifetime. Continue reading “A Letter to My ‘Study Abroad Friends’:”
With all the traveling I’ve been doing, it’s been a while since I’ve been in the same room as my laptop for more than 12 hours. I returned from Brussels, Belgium two days ago and am leaving for Paris in two more. So, believe it or not, this is the longest I’ve been in Valencia, with my computer, since the beginning of March. So, it has been difficult to keep up with this blog – and after a string of Viber messages from my mom begging me to update my posts, I’ve finally found the time.
During my spring break, I traveled through the southern region of Spain in Andalusia and saw some beautiful cities such as Granada, Seville and Málaga. While in Granada, my friends and I went to a Flamenco show. Flamenco is a type of Spanish folk music that originated in Andalusia; it includes singing, live guitar, dancing and clapping.
Before I left for Spain, I wondered how studying abroad would change me and what parts of my life would stay or feel the same. After being here for a little over a month, I know now that I feel completely different and completely the same all the time. I have moments where it feels like everything has changed and others where nothing really feels that different.
Living in a smaller Spanish city, I am constantly conflicted between wanting to immerse myself into the culture entirely and wanting to rebel against it by eating Doritos in my bed while watching an episode of Friends I’ve already seen 625 times. I’ve accepted that I’m going to crave an everything bagel with cream cheese every morning, but I am surviving without it. Continue reading “Month (and a half) Reflection”
Photos and text about my trip to Barcelona.