A whole new world: home
May09

A whole new world: home

Spending three months in Cuba I had to learn new customs, speak in another language, and adapt to my unusual surroundings. With a daily routine consisting of class, walking around Havana, and a dinner of rice and chicken at the hotel, it didn’t take me long to understand what was in store for the semester. This made it easier to feel comfortable and the culture shock was not difficult to cope with, especially while interacting...

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I have no idea what I’m doing
Jan07

I have no idea what I’m doing

No, this is not my first time studying abroad. Last summer I spent a month in Madrid, Spain so I know what it is like to immerse myself into another culture and step out of my comfort zone. However, this time is a little different seeing as I am going to Havana, Cuba. Yes, Cuba. The communist country is not a typical study abroad location, so it is difficult to understand what to expect. I’m not quite sure how easy communication...

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Surreal Summer
Aug07

Surreal Summer

Country sides covered in castles, gelato and churros before an afternoon siesta, and cheering for Madrid’s prized soccer team sounds like a dream, but for me it was a wonderful reality. A summer in Spain can be a little surreal, living in the historically rich culture and adapting to a whole new way of life. With only one month to experience as much culture as possible, every moment has to be appreciated. In a country that wakes up at...

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True Adventure
Jun25

True Adventure

One thing I’ve learned on this trip is the true meaning of adventure. Some may consider it stepping out of their comfort zone to travel to another country, but comfort can be found anywhere. True adventure comes when you immerse yourself. If you are not going to take risks and try new things, you might as well stay at home. It can be scary to greet people with kisses on the cheek, eat a food that seems unusual to you, or communicate...

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MOB –> MAD
Jun04

MOB –> MAD

Day 2 in San Lorenzo de El Escorial, and I already know I need more time than 27 days. 12 hours and 24 minutes. That was the calculated time of my flights and layovers from Mobile to Atlanta and finally to Madrid. Leaving at 3:00 pm and arriving at 3 am Alabama time (10 am Spain time) was a little rough. I thought sleeping on the plane would satisfy as my night’s sleep, but there was no sleep. Even with the talkative lady next...

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