Guys, I Think I’m Lost…

Once I got off the Metro at Puente de Vallecas, (partly due to wanting to get McDonalds, although it was closed by midnight). I vigilantly walked home with loud sighs of exhaustion and sadness. I had just left 24 hours of rain/snow and tons of Nutella Crepes back in Paris. This was it. My last [...]

No Te Preocupes, Siéntate…

Roommate gone. Spanish terrible. Lonely pea. Seven months later, I can really say that I'm glad things happened the way they did. Had my roommate never left, I don't think I would have ever put the idea of coming back to Madrid in my head, or at least not yet. I would have never gotten [...]

Sooooo, I Got Accepted To Study Abroad For Three Weeks…

So, in exactly three months I shall be on an airplane on my way to Madrid. Holy cow. My whole entire life, I never had my eye on Spain. I had hopelessly fallen in love with England from the moment I cracked open Queen Elizabeth's journal in the 4th grade. I always hoped that I could [...]