The End

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," "DAYS," "HOURS," "MINUTES," and "SECONDS" all had tiny white zeros. I'd started the countdown¬†almost as soon as I'd come to Spain, back when I sat in bed and stared at pictures... Continue Reading →

Being American Abroad

"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 court. From twenty feet away, I could still smell all the salt, grease, and diabetes. I looked over at Bethany and Amanda, who¬†wouldn't look at me because they were hypnotized by... Continue Reading →

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