Some love letters as novelty wears off and culture shock sets in. (Inspired by that very good Netflix movie that you should definitely watch.)
I wonder why a little.
Our salty trip to the pink salt lakes of Torrevieja.
Pictures I managed to take in between day drinking and cute boys.
Love that McDonald's endorses International Women's Day yet won't pay their workers $15/hour!
Right, so, like somehow it became March? Every day I'm more and more annoyed with myself for not having made more progress on my Master's thesis (although one of my professors took an informal poll yesterday and I was one of only two people who have even started so) but here we are. It's March, …
Hipster cafés, cheap vodka, functional public transport. How do I miss thee? Let me count the ways.
Good news, y'all! The days may be getting shorter (not as short as Poland, but still shorter), but now I have a job, a bank account, and various friends with beach houses about an hour from Murcia.
A spooky story about how I tricked someone into eating their vegetables. I get more and more like my mother every day.
My first update from Murcia!