It has been an interesting week.
On Thursday, I was having a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day. After my students had refused to behave or learn much of anything, my only wish was to be seen by a doctor and take some magical pill to cure my ridiculous cold/sinus awfulness.
As I'm headed through downtown Atlanta, BANG. Two overly-friendly Argentinians swoop in front of my car and there goes my bumper. My car once again looks as if it's encountered a Great White Shark.
And since Argentinians speak Spanish and I heard "Oh Dios mio" multiple times, I realized that I've never shared my muy bonita trip to Spain with the blogosphere.
Picture this: A "Study" Abroad trip to the picturesque Northern/vacation/ocean town of Santander, Spain. Living with a Spanish family. Doing a lot less studying and much more endless exploring. I mean, wearing your bathing suit to class so you can walk to the beach after is not necessarily a difficult way of life.
It was an unreal two months. Spain, I love you.
|Discovering this beach was the best day ever.|
|Unimaginable beauty, right here, friends.|
|Back in the day when my locks were short.|
|This view is from a small island outside the city where I spent my 21st birthday.|
It is the perfect combination of beach, beauty and history. Have I convinced you to book a flight yet?