I'm going back to Spain! I'll be attending the University of Oviedo, otherwise known as UniOvi, as an exchange student for the autumn semester.
In a search to quantify exactly what my genetics contain, scare myself into never having children, and be even more irritating than I already am, I got myself DNA tested for my birthday.
Today is one month before we leave Barcelona. We won’t say goodbye because both Food and I have every intention of returning, but it’s more of a “see you down the road” sort of deal. On one of our recent bi-monthly Skype sessions with our parents (which tend to be drawn out because we barely message … Continue reading The Final Countdown
If you don't think you've had enough of us already, you can follow us on our Instagram (@fernwehyfood)! We'll probably be posting pics about two weeks ahead of blogs - because Fernweh has a job and a life and such and can't just sit around writing stories for your entertainment. Mount Tibidabo A photo posted … Continue reading Follow us on Instagram
Hello and hola are essentially interchangeable, but also lead to awkward situations. Our neighbor is a Spanish deity and my brain shorted due to being in close proximity.
I love my sister. I love her so much. But, to me, Food is the single most infuriating being on this planet for one - very good - reason.
About 6 months ago, we decided to move halfway across the world - knowing no one where we’re going - with only two suitcases. With me having a (partial) minor in Spanish, we had settled on a Spanish-speaking country, and it wasn’t until June that we definitively said Barcelona, Spain was our final destination.