Amigas, Cheetahs… A Spanish Story

iHola! Just touched down in London Town (again) and am feeling some type of way. I love Spain. Spain is the best. I love London, London is also the best. Ugh, so many conflicting feelings! That being said, my Spanish proved helpful, useful, and simultaneously pathetic. I’d like to thank the academy (SO sad I’m missing the Oscars right now) my amazing Spanish teachers from high school, and my astonishing inability to remember things.

Okay, I’m done being random for the moment. Now that I’ve had some time to nap and sleep off the exhaustion associated with a holiday in Spain (walking, eating, dancing, clubbing=no sleeping), I’m finally able to reflect on a spring break well spent. I saw the sights, I drank Sangria, I danced in clubs cooler than anything I could imagine, I saw another Royal Palace (check it out below) and I basically had an amazing time. I even managed to see a few familiar faces from Boston studying abroad in Spain.

Royal Palace in Madrid framed by the gated entrance

Royal Palace in Madrid framed by the gated entrance

Although this trip served as my third time in Barcelona and second in Madrid, I realize now that I would not spend my spring break in any other place, with any other people. Traveling with friends proves a difficult feat in that everyone prioritizes different sights, experiences, etc., not to mention the extreme stress associated with traveling within a country that speaks a different language. Despite the differences in opinions and overall sass (I can be sassy, you can be sassy, just admit it and accept that we all have a little flava flave in us all), the drunken nights spent dancing, the silly pictures and phrases, the smiles and sun–all helped make one unforgettable trip.

Anywho–moral of the story? Visit Spain. Visit Spain with your family, your friends, your lover, your dog, your llama, do you–no judgement. Just visit Spain. Fall in love with Barcelona’s coastline, see the various religious artifacts in Toledo, be Royal in Madrid (we all know that we’re all queens and kings, so no need to pretend–I’m looking at you Lorde). Just make sure that you do yourself (and I) a solid and visit the party-hard-totally-tapas-feisty-Flamenco-loving country.

Okay, time for bed. Stay classy and avoid the snow you beautiful people!

XOXO

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Maybe a Little Too Much Icing

Long time no blog! I was busy studying for finals and turning 21. I cannot believe i’m 21.

To be honest the milestone was kind of anticlimactic compared to a celebration in the States. After all, 18 is the big birthday over here. But I had an amazing birthday with the help of my beautiful friends, despite the fact that I could legally drink 3 years ago.

The real MVP’s of this year’s birthday were my amazing friends i’ve made abroad, (giving me a chocolate cake!), and my besties back in Boston. I don’t like to be sappy, but they sent me cupcakes and a bouquet of flowers, and made sure that I got all of my presents in time for my birthday…all the way from Boston. I mean who does that? I think I lucked out.

Anywho, the cupcakes proved a real test to my will power (and blood sugar), but I managed to share more than half and eat small amounts of the cupcakes over time. I deem my first diabetic birthday a success (minus the occasional high numbers)!

Thanks Jen and Kat!

Thanks Jen and Kat!

21 feels the same as 20, with a few minor differences. This may seem obvious, and we all know it’s happening but seldom acknowledge this fact: we’re growing up. I say we because we all do it, it cannot be stopped. Peter Pan had it wrong. Why would you want to stay young forever, when the future holds the potential of new adventures?

Speaking of adventures, I’m headed to Spain for the week to brush up on my Spanish and feel the warmth of the sun on my extremely pale face.

Have a great week everyone, I’ll post again once I’m back from España.

Besos,

-Em