Many, many years ago a man was traveling in the northern west part of Spain when he stumbled on a small mausoleum. Inside he found the bones of St. James. Or so the story goes. Don’t ask me how they knew it was him. This man contacted the Catholic Church and a sanctuary was built… Continue reading Pilgrims
The oddness started on the plane ride over. This almost Chinese sounding language echoing over the intercom that we were starting our descent into the Basque country and if you could please lift your table trays and ensure that your seat belt is fastened please. Basque, so I’m told, is the oldest language in Europe… Continue reading Basking in the Basque Country
Flamenco was already magic to me, pure magic. But after experiencing real flamenco; world famous dancer Sara Baras, someone who even locals go to see, I have been even more enthralled. These tickets were expensive and sold out quickly. For good reason! The show was 2 hours of the most amazing display of dance and… Continue reading The dance of the flamenco dancer
Am I a tourist? It’s hard to think of myself that way in Alcala where I have much of the town memorized in my mental map. I know which buses will take me every direction; I know the cheapest places to buy quality clothes; the best tapas bars; where the freshest fruit is sold near… Continue reading Traveler or Tourist?
There’s something mystical about an almost: being so tantalizingly close to something you want. Like you can almost feel it a hair’s width away from your fingertips; or taste it resting lightly on your tongue as a memory; hear the echoes of something like a song played too quietly across the room. It’s the hesitation… Continue reading Almost
We set out to row boats on the small lake of Parque Retiro. It was something I had wanted to do since the first day we came into Madrid and we wandered into the central park-sized park. We decided to follow some fellow students to a park in Torrejon called Parque Europa first though. The… Continue reading The Surprising Occurances of Retiro Park
“Come what may and love it” has become a life motto of mine. As a mortal with a tendency of anxiety, I struggle with a need for control in my environment. This big crazy universe is a bit daunting at times and I think the illusion that I can predict, order, and ultimately control my… Continue reading Rollin’ With It