El Fin de Semana

This is the first weekend I have had entirely to myself while in Madrid. Last weekend, I went to Pamplona and a long list of other places. The weekend before, I spent all of Saturday touring Toledo and mostly rested on Sunday. This weekend? When I was a little girl, my dad spent some time…

No Español Antes Café

This week, I have learned that Spanish is almost meaningless before I drink a cup of coffee and fully wake up. There’s a lot of nodding and smiling pre-coffee in the cafeteria. I have found a small group to wander the city with, so that has been a huge blessing, and I don’t use the…

Transition Anxiety

When I was sixteen, I went on a youth group trip to Mexico. Our first morning there, I sat in a Sunday school class and listened to a lesson in Spanish. At the time, I spoke no Spanish. I had taken three years of French. I panicked. I called my dad, collect, to sob into…

Pre-Trip Anxiety

I leave for Spain in less than a week. My anxiety is manifesting in a variety of ways. I am having odd dreams. In and of itself, that is no different than any other time when I am not anxious, but these have felt particularly stressful. Last night, I was fighting a large pig (in our…

Summer in Spain

I booked my flights yesterday.  I bought travel insurance. I turned in the last of my paperwork. Tomorrow, I will get my ISIC card. It’s real. I will be living in a dorm in Madrid for the month of July. I am excited and also terrified, and this blog will be all about both of…