By God's grace, I am safe and healthy

My last two weekends in Spain flew by. After I returned from Madrid, I did my usual ice cream, beach, shop, and repeat routine. The last weekend I was in Spain, we traveled to Rome, Italy. All six of us had a blast. We didn’t have much time there but what we did have, we enjoyed.

If you hadn’t seen any of my posts about my infection here is the short story. I was battling what I thought was swollen lymph nodes but ended up being a seriously infected ingrown hair. It had grown to the size of a golf ball and started to bleed on the way back from Italy. I didn’t want to go to the hospital but the pharmacy insisted. After two hours at the doctor on that Sunday, I was on the road to recovery. I wouldn’t say it was the ideal last week of my trip. I was in pain, I had a huge bandage under my arm, and I was on three medications. I wasn’t too happy when they told me I had to come back every day either.

After spending my last week at the doctor and studying for finals, it was time to return home. Every moment spent in Alicante is a moment cherished. I loved it, and I am ready for my next trip. On the other hand, I couldn’t be more blessed to be home. I didn’t think I would make it. My flight early Saturday morning from Alicante to Barcelona was delayed about 30 minutes, and I only had a 2 hour layover in Barcelona. But since this wasn’t a legitimate connecting flight (I bought each flight separate), I was worried I wasn’t going to make it. I was going to have to grab my bags at baggage claim, head to check in again, go through security again, and search for my new gate in about 1.5 hours. I made it to Barcelona at 10:30, and they were boarding at 11:05. Ran to baggage claim and then ran to the delta desk; the lady informed me I missed my flight, and I needed to go to another desk. The lady at the desk said I might have to catch one tomorrow or the next day. I took what I consider the faith of a mustard seed, ran to security, wait in line to leave the E.U. and stamp my passport, and then pray 20 more times hoping I can make it to the gate before they closed the door. I got close to the gate and was stopped by transit to get everything sorted out since I was late. I was never happier that I caught that flight home.

Thank you everyone for your prayers! I am truly blessed. 

Madrid for the weekend!

This past weekend, I left after class for Madrid. The first time ever taking blablacar. Never heard of it? Well simply put, it is carpooling. Those registered on the website can list the trips they are taking and if you need to go where they are headed, they will take you for a cheap price. Seriously, cheaper. The train roundtrip for Madrid was about 100 euros, versus paying 45 euro roundtrip blablacar. Yeah, it sounds a little sketchy but if you travel in a pair or group, it is definitely safer. The car ride to Madrid was about 4 hours; spending from Friday about 7 P.M. to Sunday 10 A.M.

Things experienced while in Madrid,

Churros and Chocolate

Plaza Mayor

Retiro Park (with the manmade lake & rowboats)

Kilometer “0” in Plaza del Sol

A protest about CocaCola

It was a really neat experience to have visited the heart of Spain! Up next… Rome, Italy (round 2)

One week and three days completed

I believe I have some doubt from friends that I am actually studying (lol). That is potentially believable because I never post pictures inside the classroom. I do have three classes each day Monday through Friday, believe it or not. School and studying does take up a large part of my day but I do get to enjoy 60% of the day each day, typically. For those doubting, I have listed my day to day schedule,

Wake up- 6:45 A.M.

Catch the bus- 8 A.M.

Grammar class- 9 A.M.- 12:00 P.M.:

                We cover verb tenses, vocabulary, and also mix in games like “speed dating” conversation practice and “tres en raya” tic-tac- toe verb conjugation practice.

Conversation class- 12:00- 1:00 P.M.:

                We practice conversation by covering various topics like typical dishes of food from our home countries, important holidays in our countries, etc.

Cinema class- 1:00- 2:00 P.M.:

                We research different genres of movies and compare them across cultures (but mostly in comparison with American movies). We also watch Spanish movies from different genres.

After 2 P.M., I am free for the day. I typically choose between a siesta, the beach, ice cream, or shopping. I have completed one week and three days here. Since I haven’t been here long, I haven’t traveled much yet. This past weekend our group went to Guadalest on Saturday, a city just North of Alicante. On Sunday, Chad and I went to visit my intercambio from last year in his hometown, Elche, just slightly North West of Alicante.

Coming up soon, I am headed to Madrid this weekend. The following weekend a group of us are headed to Rome, Italy!

Abrazos,

Millie

Hola de España

                 I am starting to wake up from this dream that I am back in Alicante and beginning to create a daily routine. It is very similar to my last experience here but with different people and a different homestay. Although I am happy to be back, the beginning of the trip was slightly less than a dream.

                This year I flew into Barcelona instead of Alicante to cut costs and save money. I thought it was a smart move on my part since I consider myself to be frugal and since I paid for the flight with my savings account. Once the trip was about two thirds complete, I began to realize you pay for the convenience. The flight to Alicante would have been about 200 more dollars than flying to Barcelona and also tacking on a $100 fee that Shorter applies to be picked up from the airport (another convenience fee), so it really sounded great once I started doing the math.

                So then came the actual trip, the flight was perfect. By that I mean, as perfect as economy seats can be. I flew from Atlanta to JFK (~2.5 hrs) and then I flew from JFK to Barcelona overnight (~6.5 hrs). Once I arrived in Barcelona was when it all began to go downhill. Since I was needing to get to Alicante the fastest, most efficient way, I needed a train ticket to Alicante. There are only a few trains that leave from Barcelona to go to Alicante each day, so I was hoping to be able to catch the 12 o’clock train because the trip by train is 5.5 hours. Well I totally forgot that since it was an international flight, I would have to go through customs. I brushed it off, no problem but when I realized the line for the customs was slightly long and the airport only had six stations (three stations for international citizens and three stations for citizens of the E.U.) open for each person to go through the customs process, I began to notice how long it was actually taking. (Side note: I promised a few people I would let them know once I arrived in Barcelona, but the free wifi didn’t work- of course.)

                Finally made it through the line, brushed it off and said “okay, time to make up my lost time.” Found my luggage and moved on to locate the train station. Well, I stood in this line for just tourism to find out 10 minutes later it was not where I need to buy the train ticket. Next, I had to locate the area for the bus to the terminal for the train station. Not so easy locating the “free green bus for terminal 2.” I had to crack out my Spanish a little earlier than expected. After going to two busses that were not the free ones, I finally found the correct bus to terminal two. Well, big surprise, terminal two was about a 15 minute bus ride. So once I arrived at terminal two for the train station, come to find out I had to catch that train to catch the actual train that would take me to Alicante. At this point it was 11:30 A.M. There was no hope to catch the 12 o’clock train but I did finally locate the ticket office and was set for my trip at 3. I was dead. I had only had two hours of sleep, mas o menos. The 3 o’clock train was not ideal, but I finally made it to Alicante.

                Traveling is enjoyable but traveling can be difficult. I love it. I learn more about myself and I grow every time I leave my comfort zone.

Hasta luego,

millie

With God all things are possible (Matthew 19:26)

This time last year I was headed to Spain for the first time. I was anxious, excited, nervous, and elated, but mostly a big ball of nerves. I honestly had no idea what to expect. I was sad to leave my home, my family, and my comfort zone, but I was about to embark on a journey I had been dreaming of since I was a high school Spanish student. The true desire to study abroad arose from my favorite teacher, my Spanish teacher, Ms. Tyree. I have to give her some of the credit because I really am not sure I would have continued Spanish courses, declared a Spanish minor, or studied abroad. Like I have said numerous times, it was the greatest learning experience I have ever experienced in my lifetime. To be honest, it was hard. It was very hard to get comfortable living with strangers who soon became somewhat of a family (lol), walking unfamiliar streets, and being a student of a professor whose first language was Italian. I was stretched to my limits, sick of hearing Buenos Dias before I had my café con leche and exhausted from conjugating and translating all day long, yet I wouldn’t have changed a thing. Not only was it the greatest learning experience, it was the most rewarding experience and I cannot place a price tag on that.

In saying that, after a month of Spain ready to return to the states, I never thought I would have the opportunity to return. I left my heart in Alicante and I am so blessed to be returning in six days. As I look back on my previous July in Alicante, I try to think back to what I want to do differently this time or what am I looking forward to most.

What I want to do differently:

-Travel to more cities inside of Spain

                Last July I took small day trips to Guadalest and the island of Tabarca (places in Spain), and my big trip was to Rome, Italy. This July I really hope to visit Elche (where my intercambio Pedro is from) and Valencia inside of Spain. A trip outside of Spain is still in the works J.

What I am looking forward to most:

It is a three way tie between-

-Seeing my Intercambio Pedro

-Ice cream, of course

-Walking the streets again

                I was blessed to have had a great intercambio last July (my intercambio was my speaking partner, aka tutor.) We have stayed in contact, and he has helped me keep my Spanish up. He truly has been a big blessing. The ice cream was part of a daily routine. I absolutely loved spending hot afternoons after the beach or school with my friends at either Borgonesse or Antiu Xixona. Last but not least, I still believe I have every street I walked still engrained in my memory. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about the city; it is almost like I never left.

After working three jobs in May and June to pay for this trip, I believe I am ready for this Month. España here I come, ready or not.