Qué Viva España! Remembering Spain with Love

I remember the fear, the excitement. I remember standing on the corner of the street with my suitcase in hand. Where do I go? What do I do? I remember wondering if I had made a mistake. Was this just another one of my rash decisions that I’d later regret? Should I have thought this out more? London was easy. They speak English there at least. My Spanish was horrible. I couldn’t even read the street signs.

The summer after my freshmen year of college, I decided to study abroad in Madrid, Spain. READ MORE…

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