I hadn’t checked the countdown on my phone in weeks. I didn’t need to anymore, because I knew the little gray boxes labeled “WEEKS,”...

“We’re in Portugal,” I said. “We can’t get burgers.” That didn’t stop me from staring lustfully at the burger stand in the Lisbon food...

Foreigners in Salamanca are called guiris. I don’t know if guiris give off a particular smell, but everyone seems to know that we’re not...

The best day started at 5:00AM. I had to catch a 7:00AM bus to Galicia, so I crammed my clothes into a duffel bag, grabbed the “snack”...

Las mariposas “My neighbors don’t like birds,” my host mother said, tearing up another piece of bread and throwing it onto the patio....

Salamanca from the Rio Tormes “No pasa nada.” I hear this a lot in Spain. Translated in the most literal, anal-retentive way, it means...

Victoria, my Spanish host mother, pushed a stool up to the kitchen counter for me. She’d laid out a box of what looked like...