The world is a lot bigger than we think it is. It’s also quite full of persons. And, yes, I meant to write “persons” instead of “people” because I think it better emphasizes the fact that every single person that you bump into—trust me, the chica writing this blog bumped into a LOT of persons
Hello all! I’ve officially been in Spain for 77 days and in those 77 days I’ve learned a thing or two. Here are six things I wish I knew before diving head first into Spanish culture 77 days ago. So, without further ado, I present to you: Six things I wish someone had told me
One of the first things an American living in Spain must adjust to is an entirely different concept of time. Meals are later (lunch around 2 or 3 o’clock and dinner at 9 or 10), and nearly all small businesses shut down from between about 1 and 5 pm for siesta. Meals in Spain can
Since being in Sevilla, I have listened to the “Café con Leche” playlist on Spotify many times; it seems quite fitting considering the amount of café con leche I have drank here. It is on this playlist that I encountered a song called “Extranjera”, and when I first found the song it felt very relatable.
I have often been someone who tries to actively seek out opportunities for growth in my life. I also try to be conscious of stagnant seasons in my life where growth doesn’t come without a push from myself, others or God to keep cultivating the soil in my life. Pursuing growth is a scary endeavor.
As I am nearing my last year of college I have been asked recently a few times why I want to teach English abroad in different countries. I had been struggling to put it into words until today. I was sent this photo from my time in Sevilla, Spain where I was both a student