Homesickness. I feel it is only appropriate to mix the dichotomy of love I have for travel with my fierce missing of home. The common misconception of homesickness is that it is always shrouded in tears and an eminent desire to leave the place that you are in. I don’t have that kind of homesickness. I am nesting in Spain, certainly– I have purchased slippers, I’ve bought picture frames to hang on the walls, I have several home cooked meals stored in the freezer (these are ob

I finished class on Thursday around 2pm and began the 30 minute wait until the next bus would arrive to take me home. This job is wonderful–I get all Friday’s off to explore the city of Madrid and can use long weekends to my advantage. In the United States, Monday was Columbus Day, in Spain, October 12 is the Dia de la Hispanidad (understand: no school on Monday and 4 days weekend). Realizing I had no plans or very loose ones, I went against my nature and decided to go to Bar

I went to a bull fight last night. Honestly, as an individual and a traveller, I have been a terrible researcher and historian. Before attending the fight I did not look up any of the history, procedures, watch any films, or try to anthropologically place the event in a realm where I could understand. Instead, I simply bought a ticket from a friend and showed up. I should probably work on that. First things first, the Plaza de Torros is beautiful. It’s a large structure with