Author Archives: Rebecca

Rebecca- Take a siesta today. It is about time. -Rebecca

Everything looks familiar. A pigeon pooped on me. Seeing couples making out at the park doesn’t phase me. I didn’t get lost on the way to the convent. Or on the way to the park. The other day I was … Continued

From the last chapter of the first book of Don Quijote de la Mancha, by Miguel de Cervantes: “Es linda cosa esperar los sucesos atravesando montes, escudriñando selvas, pisando peñas, visitando castillos, alojando en ventas a toda discreción, sin pagar … Continued

Life’s found a rhythm,a very fast beat.Here’s what I doin a typical week: Lunes, the first dayon a calendar in Spain,to school, where I try hard to put Spanish in my brain.That day is Sevillanas,a class to learn to dance.I … Continued

“Portugal!”That’s what we saidas we continued to headwest in orderto cross the borderto leave Spainand enter another domain.“Portugal!” That was our battle cry each time we stepped on the gasin order to passsome car insufficiently fast. Portugal is where four … Continued

We had a three day weekend, and we had just studied the Alhambra in art history class, so we took off to Granada. Granada was the last stronghold of the Muslim presence in Spain and the place where Ferdinand and … Continued

Rachel and I rode the bus (we are getting really good at riding busses) to Arcos, a cute little white pueblo with some history and some artisans. We sat in the plaza on top of the hill, next to the … Continued

We went to Gibraltar, which is British. Gibraltar is a rock, a town, a trophy. We went throught the town, following the bra trail. We went to the end of the rock and flew (on our feet) through the wind. … Continued

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This is not a summary of that day. That would be impossible. This is just an abridged version of an excerpt from my journal: Next we went to the restaurant, another whitewashed building tucked back into the alley, that once … Continued