Wednesday the 7th of September marked exactly seven days since we first arrived in Seville. When my friends and I realized that little fact yesterday, we couldn’t really believe it. In some ways, it feels like we have been here for a month… at this point, I can’t quite figure out if that’s a good
4835 – The number of miles I would be from my hometown in Michigan while in Seville, Spain, where I would be studying for four months. Zero – The number of people I knew going into this crazy adventure. I sat in the airport with most of the other students (and only 2 other guys)
The joy that a person feels when they do something for the first time is hard to describe, but it is a joy that I hope everyone experiences at some point in their life. This semester in Spain has been full of first times already, and we are only seven weeks into the semester. This
Toledo. Two days. One city. Many swords. If I could think of one word to describe my experience in Toledo, it would definitely be: unexpected. Don’t get me wrong, I was extremely excited to go on yet another awesome excursion with the school, especially with the knowledge that we were traveling further north. But, after
When I grow up, I wouldn’t mind to have the life of my señora. Every morning she gets up and neatly sets out our breakfast of crackers , peanut butter and nutella on the table along with Alissa’s orange juice and a mug for me if I want to make some tea and then goes
