My first (and hopefully last) Spanish hospital visit began - funnily enough - in Sweden. Doesn’t seem to make any sense, right? Well, after spending a few days in Lund at Valborg, I woke the last day of our being there with weird pains in my right side, which Food summarily dismissed as being “cramps”. … Continue reading Never Have I Ever…
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We went diving in Crete and, per the usual, hilarity ensued.
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.
Mercat de Sant Josep de la Boqueria is an unforgettable experience, and an unmissable one if you come to Barcelona.
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.