Archive for Category: "spain"
My contrasting life stages colored my experiences and perceptions of Madrid–touring as a college grad back in 2006, and then later in 2012 as an expectant mother.
Imagine losing your gadgets, having your car not start, getting stopped by security at the airport, almost missing your connecting flight, and searching for almost two hours for the meeting spot. You can’t imagine it? Well neither could I, but it all happened on my way to Spain.
You’re walking down Calle de Alcalá in Madrid with your three friends and a cool traveler guy you met at the hostel. Everything is beautiful, peachy, and even the weather is on your side. Suddenly, the purse that has practically become part of your body from always being on you seems lighter
Movies like The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, The Holiday, and Notting Hill had built an image in our minds that whenever we travel to a different country, there’s a possibility that we could meet a very attractive/romantic guy who could sweep us off our feet. A man who will hold our hand while strolling through their country’s finest tourist spots
Once upon a time, I was a travel idiot. About fifteen years ago, on my first couple of trips to Europe, I researched virtually nothing in advance. I was lucky enough to show up at the right hotel and have the right currency in my wallet.