April 6, 2014
Springgg
Pamplona in the winter is like a pretty girl who is always scowling. You can tell she’s attractive, but the bad attitude ruins it. Every day, gray clouds obscure the sky and suffocate my soul.
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March 29, 2014
Study Life
Right now I’m sitting in Pamplona’s most indie cafe, a Basque place hidden on the edge of Old Town where more women have short hair than long and about half the men have pierced ears. I always wear my Argentina sweater when I come here because it makes me feel alternative enough to fit in.
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March 25, 2014
Porto, Portugal
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| pretty Porto, Portugal The bridge on the right was built by a student of Gustave Eiffel (familiar?) |
Visiting Portugal was like eating a big piece of chocolate cake — after a gourmet four-course meal in a fancy restaurant when I should have been training for a marathon instead.
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March 19, 2014
Milano
How can so many epic weekends happen back to back? It’s the people that make these trips so incredible; I’m going by myself to Porto, Portugal this upcoming weekend and I have a feeling it will be fun and cool and pretty but just not as special as these past few trips with people I love so much.
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March 19, 2014
Barcelona, Part II
On Thursday (after a wonderful lunch with a visiting UNC professor in Pamplona), I took a bus back to Barcelona. Since my flight to Milan was early Saturday morning, I had to be in Barcelona for Friday night anyway — so I decided to make a real visit out of it. I went on Thursday night so I’d have all day Friday to walk around on my own, visiting museums I hadn’t gotten to see with Brooke last month.
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