In Spain, McDonald’s doesn’t smell like aggressive amounts of high cholesterol with subtle undertones of streak mark underwear. The McFlurries are infinitely better and they offer potato wedge fries. America, step it up. We arrived in Granada yesterday after a whirlwind 64 hour (3 nights, 2 days) trip to Madrid. All of us were shocked…
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The End of an Era
The top three words of this week? Como se dice. Meaning "how do you say..." in Spanish. Meaning we started the real study abroad thing and our blissful days wandering around Barcelona have come to an end. Don’t worry, spirits are still high and we’ve added a few more friends to the troupe (enter Tessa,…