This Will Always Feel Like Home

I have one more day left here in Madrid. Writing that down feels so weird. It feels as if just yesterday I wrote my week-one wrap-up. It just goes to show that time really does fly when you’re having fun. This new place and these new people and experiences have gone by in a blink…

Dealing With Sorrow 5,000 Miles From Home

Today has been the hardest day in Madrid so far. In the past three days I have experienced so much hurt and sorrow that I just want to be curled up in a ball on my bed at home. My heart hasn’t hurt like this in a long time. I haven’t cried like this in…

Un Sabor de Madrid

I have officially completed my first week here in Madrid! The extravagance of this city never fails to blow me away with each passing minute. I mean what could possibly beat the sound of continuous clanking dishes outside my window at 3 A.M., the three-hour-long piercing cycle of the washing machine (which is in the…

A March In The Right Direction

The Women’s March was about more than abortion rights. It was about more than equal pay. It was about more than opposition to Trump. The Women’s March was about the empowerment and equality of women around the world. I participated in the Women’s March in Washington, D.C. this past Saturday. After the march, I was…