Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home...
Apartments (not dorms!) are really cute!
The apartments are cute, but I wish Spaniards didn’t have this aversion to carpeting.
When I finally got up to my apartment, I was utterly relieved and very content with the size of the place.
This town is just beautiful.
I love the Plaza.
It is so strange to be calling Alcalá home but it almost feels like it is.
Two things I hate about Alcalá: Mosquitoes and slow internet service. Two things I love about Alcalá: siestas and sangria.
I wonder what the Spaniards think of us Americans.
I love basically everything about Spain except the people.
I really do love Spain, I promise.
I still don’t know how I feel about this place.
Well, a week has gone by and I was still happy to be in Spain.
I bonded with the lady in the café today; last time she just laughed at me.
Small store owners will help people they know before they help me.
The Spaniards have been very nice to me.
I just feel like I’m supposed to be doing Spain-y things all the time.
I don’t want to be here.
Spain is improving every day! I mean it has gone from sucky to relatively cool in about two weeks.
It’s kind of weird to see the impact your country has on others.
I miss everything that is American.
Spain is different. No shit.
I´m having a great time. Nothing needs to be said other than that.