Growing up, the Mad Hatter from “Alice in Wonderland” was one of my favorite characters. The guy was certifiably nuts. But he was also a genius. That’s kind of how I feel about Antoni Gaudí. His style is so strange, so different, so out-of-place that it feels like he should have been confined within the
Today’s post is in memory of my trusty pair of sandals that drew compliments everywhere and were responsible for some very weird tan lines. The shoes finally just couldn’t make it another day, so when a strap broke after two years, it was time to throw them away. You will be missed, my beautiful sandals.
“Finally, from so little sleeping and so much reading, his brain dried up and he went completely out of his mind.” — Miguel de Cervantes, “Don Quixote de la Mancha” I’ve always identified with this quote, partially because I think it describes what will inevitably happen to me someday. Books become so much a part of
I’ve decided I’m in love with Spain. Spaniards wake up late, go to bed late and take a nap in the middle of the day. (Seriously, most of the shops are closed from about 2-5 p.m.) Emily and Dionisio better watch out, or they’re going to find they have a permanent houseguest. After the authentic
I’m really starting to feel like this trip should be called “Shannon trying to justify her five on the AP Art History exam.” (#humblebrag?) Seriously, every place we go makes me think that maybe I should just be an Art History major instead of a Latin American History one. I love seeing so much artwork
Well, I almost got detained by a security guard today. Well, it was all in jest, but because we’re in Spain and he spoke Spanish, I UNDERSTOOD HIM! I’m so happy I get to put my Spanish-speaking abilities to use! I woke up with a terrible crick in my neck — our night of sleep
I really, really, really don’t like incompetent people. I just don’t think it shouldn’t be that hard to do something efficiently and quickly. So, I figured getting our Eurail tickets from France to Spain would be a breeze. Man alive was I wrong. The day started off so well, with a delicious breakfast (more bread!)
Sometimes, getting lost is the best thing you can do. Without a 4G-enabled phone (and, thus, Google Maps), getting around can be a bit tricky. Especially if all the street signs are in French and your French is just about as good as you imagine Christopher Walken’s is. But, it means that, along the way,
You know that feeling you get when you’re overwhelmed and you don’t quite know where to start with something because it all just seems like too much? Welcome to the Louvre. Seriously, the place is so big that I was terrified I was going to miss something. Here’s what I learned: Taking deep breaths helps.
For someone who isn’t at all a morning person, I’ve sure been doing my fair share of waking up early. And, as a result, I’ve been falling asleep everywhere. On the Chunnel, on the Metro, on the train, etc. The worst part is that it’s happened in the middle of conversations. On the train to
Know what sucks when you have a bum knee? Stairs. Know what has a whole ton of stairs? The London Underground. Suffice it to say, my injured knee does make getting around London a bit difficult. I can only walk so fast, which can be hard since Clare’s “slow” pace is pretty much my normal
I’m convinced God invented the iPhone sleep timer just for this stay in the hostel. My sleep playlist has certainly come in handy; I managed to sleep through the snoring, through the warmth, through the people coming into the room at late hours — and through my alarm. Oops-a-daisy. Clare tapped me to wake up
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