Many times it can feel like we are constantly running around checking things off our never ending to-do lists. I mean, its common, we all have stuff we have to get done. However, one of the main differences I have realized between my home in the U.S. and my home in Spain are the levels of stress and happiness. Read more
Posts from the ‘Málaga’ Category
1 – The beach – I mean that one is obvious. Check out the view from my living room! I have spent every afternoon running on the beach.
The first couple days in Spain were spent in a daze of pure happiness. I literally could not believe I was actually here and about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. You know, that out-of-body feeling where you just can’t believe that you are actually making your dreams come true? That was how I felt the first few days, and it was fantastic! Read more
I could offer you a ton of clichés about how quickly the past three months went and how it was the best experience of my life. Both statements are true, but you’ve heard that before. Instead, I will give you some advice for studying abroad and share some of my favorite moments to reflect on my time in Spain.
I now have less than a week remaining in Málaga, but my situation is a bit unique. I will return to the United States for two weeks and then come back to Granada, just north of Málaga. While my first love is Málaga, I am incredibly excited to live in a new city and learn more about the rich history of Granada.
My two favorite hobbies are sleeping and eating, and Spain certainly satisfies both. Locals do not take a siesta every day, and neither do I, but there is a “quiet time” during the afternoon when shops close down. It is an appreciated rest from the hustle and bustle. In reality, it is difficult to find time to sleep because there is always something new to discover. ISA has been awesome; they have activities planned for us weekly and inform us of local fairs and unique pueblos on the outskirts of town that are fun to explore on weekends. I have been so impressed with how well they introduced us to the city of Málaga! Read more
I am not really sure how to put my experience so far into words. I think the best way to describe Málaga is that it feels like home. I traveled to Sevilla and Granada the past two weekends, and I found myself missing Málaga both times. Spain is a beautiful country, but Málaga has a unique energy and a rhythm that I fell into easily. Read more
It is fun to think about where we will be in a year, 10 years, 30 years, 50 years. Who knows? In only two short weeks, however, I can say for certain that I will be on a plane destined for Spain. At times I think “Let’s get this party started!” Then, a bit later, I think “whoa, I have a list of people I do not know, will stay with a random family’s home that I will share for a few months, will attend a school I am unfamiliar with, and will have to communicate using a language I do not speak. Oh and I have to fit my closet into a 25-inch suitcase. What am I doing?” I would be lying if I said I was not scared, terrified really. But if you ask me in person how I feel, I will just reply that I’m excited. “Excited” is a good blanket term for all the emotions I am feeling right now. Read more
I have been in Spain for approximately a month and a week but it feels like I have been here for longer. I enjoy living in Málaga; I live close to the beach, right by one of the main streets and love my host señora. What was jarring to me, and what kept me from fully embracing Spanish life, was the pace at which the Spanish people move.
After having been in Málaga for a bit I find myself getting used to living abroad, and enjoying Spanish culture. The siesta is a time to relax and recharge, the bread present at every meal is motivation to exercise. There are some irksome qualities here, though. The fact that to unlock the door I must turn the key to the right is perplexing. And the nearest Starbucks is located at the airport. Green tea lattes, I will see you back in the States! Despite feeling at odds with some aspects of Spanish culture, the language and the people are enough to make me forget the subtle annoyances.
By the time I made it to Madrid, I felt I had accomplished something. My connecting flight to Dallas had been cancelled, so I had to fly into Frankfurt instead. Hello, goodbye Germany! The best part of the first 48 hours was meeting new friends and exploring Madrid together. It feels like the first few weeks of college, where everyone wants to meet everyone, especially because we have become our own cultural bubble; musical taste and hobbies become bonding fodder. This is reassuring.