Lessons Learned

Lesson #1- Take the Plunge The first day that I arrived in Spain, I was dropped off at Gym Galisport, a local fitness center in Triana. About 20 minutes later, I finally found my house, which in reality was about 100 feet from the entrance to the gym. From the first time I saw the

Pay de manzana

I’ve been thinking. I made a pie today. Apple pie, with caramel crumble topping, and a shortbread crust. Thinking about the one month anniversary of leaving didn’t inspire me to make the pie, but after making it I was inspired to write about it because of the pie. Food is powerful people. Pie. Apple pie.

There and Back Again

I’m home. I’ve been home since Thursday, May 8th. Words cannot describe how good it feels to be back, and neither can they describe the experience I just returned from. So far people have asked me “How was Spain?”, “Tell me about Spain!”, and other related inquires. I always draw a blank. Where would I

Carmela

In Seville I have a family. It is compiled of the friends I have made, the students and the professors from the school, the waiters and waitresses in the restaurants where I often go, the people that I exercise with in Maria Luisa Park every week, my intercambios, my roommate and especially my señora, my

Flashmob

One added bonus of my trip to Spain was participating in a FLASHMOB! For anyone that doesn’t know, a flashmob consists of organized singing or dancing, that appears to be spontaneous. Thanks to Katie, our Student Ministries Coordinator, Kelsey and Audrey, some fellow students who helped organize and choreograph, and all the Acento and other

March in Andalusia Is Fantastic

It’s 80 degrees and sunny today! I just had another flamenco dancing class – well, technically sevillanas, which is a bit more specific -which was really fun. This past weekend was great, and today was only slightly Monday-ish. Friday night Leah, Margot*, Brianna*, and I took our 7-year-old host sister out for dinner at a

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