When to Play the “Foreigner Card”

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 Spanish. My host mother once described my complexion by holding up a porcelain plate, and combined with my Asian-ish eyes, I'm not surprised that people don't mistake me for a local. But... Continue Reading →

The Best Day

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" (two sandwiches, a banana, a chocolate bar, and two juice boxes) that my host mother had insisted I needed to eat before lunch, and headed out. At 6:30AM, the... Continue Reading →

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