Living in the US again and reverse culture shock

Lots has happened since my last post here, including trips to Galicia (Northern Spain), Germany, and Barcelona, and my move back to the US. I’m hoping to write about all those trips, but right now I’d like to write about what my experience has been like so far being back in my old home. This…

Are you fluent in Spanish yet?

Today marks one year since I’ve moved to Spain, so I wanted to talk about something that I’ve gotten a lot of practice in over the last year: learning Spanish! They say the best way to learn a language is to move to a country that speaks it. From that idea, many people conclude that if…

Traveling with aviophobia

Life is full of little ironies, although some are bigger and more aggravating than others. I enjoy laughing at most of them–except the one where my dad is a pilot, my mom worked for the airlines, and I have a deep fear of flying. And I’m not exactly sure why. I mean, my grandmother suffered…

Being the teacher and the student

Two weeks ago I started classes again at the University of Madrid, except this time I’m not learning Spanish (well…directly). It’s a graduate level course about the management of exotic animals in captivity, covering their handling, medicine, and breeding. The course was designed for Spanish-speaking veterinarians, so you can imagine that for me it’s a…

Driving in Spain, finding my way

How is it already the end of June? Tomorrow is the last day of my Spanish class! I’ve learned a lot, been on some fun trips, and met some new friends. But now it’s time to move on to the next thing. Now that I have more time, I am able to volunteer at a…

On being an introverted expat

Some people just seem like the type that would travel the world or move to a foreign country. I never thought that would be me, and I still don’t think that I exude that type of personality, because I see myself as an introvert. Maybe some of you wouldn’t think of me as an introvert….

The bumpy part of the road

Before I moved here, I told myself over and over that there were going to be challenges. Big, ugly, frustrating challenges. There would be times that I would want to scream, cry, and just hate everything. But no amount of mental preparation can prevent them from happening, or take away the surprise of their arrival….