After months of arduous red tape and angry phone calls, I am finally the proud owner of my second Spanish visa!!! (The first one was a breeze. Why the change? I have no earthly idea.)
This means that in exactly 96 hours, I will be departing Little Rock on my way to Madrid. It will be my last day on US soil for at least 11 months. Now that I feel like I'm actually leaving, it's time for me to pack. You'd think that after 4 stints of study abroad, I'd have this part down to a fine art. Sadly, you'd be gravely mistaken. My approach this time has been to remove every single thing I own from my dressers and to pile it in the center of our guest room. The result looks like something out of Hoarders. Hopefully, I'll be able to get through the reorganization of my life without the the A&E crack psychological team.
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| Coming up next: Porto |
Regardless, next Thursday, I'll be meeting an old friend in Porto, Portugal for the beginning of my pre-Fulbright adventure. After drinking our fill of the city's eponymous fortified wine, we'll be making our way to Valencia for Spain's messiest, most acidic festival: La Tomatina. Imagine a small Spanish town full of thousands of people excited about the latest tomato harvest. Then, imagine the throngs of excited Spaniards (reality: tourists) smashing said tomatoes and hurling them at each other for two hours of uninhibited revelry. That will be my August 31st.
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| See you there! |
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