Playa de Mallorca Part III - Meet my friends!
Just shy of 21. Student journalist.
Pacific Northwest native. Occasional couchsurfer. Aspiring photographer - All photos on this blog were taken by yours truly.
May 19th 2012
May 18th 2012
Playa de Mallorca Part II
May 18th 2012
Playa de Mallorca
May 18th 2012
Gondolas - This is probably one of my favorite images from Venice
May 07th 2012
Things I’ll miss about Spain, and Europe in general:
- Tinto de Verano – Red wine + Lemon Fanta. Seems ghetto, tastes delicious.
- A supermarket on every corner – So handy!
- Cheap alcohol – Gonna miss those 50 cent shots and 1 euro beers.
- The Spanish schedule – It’s going to be so weird when I go back to the States and people start leaving parties at 1am instead of 6am…
- Ridiculously cute babies – I have never once seen a Spanish baby or toddler that is anything less than angelic.
- The scenery – Walking across the Guadalquivir River and passing a huge Gothic cathedral every day is kind of unbeatable.
- Dogs everywhere – The poop on the sidewalks, not so much, but the adorable pups half the population takes with them everywhere? Totally.
- Dirt-cheap Ryanair flights – Have you ever bought a flight for 20€? Didn’t think so.
- Music in the streets – Everything from men whistling beautiful tunes while the walk to work, to musicians playing accordions in the streets and impromptu flamenco sessions at little dive bars.
I can’t wait to go home, but I’m gonna miss this place.
May 07th 2012
Piazza San Marco - Part VI
May 06th 2012
Piazza San Marco - Part V - Playing with pigeons
May 05th 2012
Piazza San Marco - Part IV
May 05th 2012
Piazza San Marco - Part III
May 04th 2012
Piazza San Marco - Part II
May 03rd 2012
For the first time in my life
I used physical force to stop someone from touching me. Probably one of the scariest things that has happened to me in my life (shows how protected I’ve been), and definitely the scariest thing that has happened to me since I’ve been in Europe.
So I was walking home, alone - I had just said goodbye to my friend, who walked me part-way home, and walking on a pretty busy route that I frequently walk coming home from the clubs at night and going to class in the morning - and this guy (about my age) comes up to me, says something in Spanish - I didn’t catch it - and grabs my ass. I tell him “¡Vete! (that means go AWAY). He doesn’t - he keeps talking to me and leering at me, much too close for comfort. So I push him away, roughly, and start cursing at him in English. After pushing him a second time and cursing at him some more, he finally leaves me in peace.
This is the first time I have been anything close to sexually assaulted (I’m not sure I would call this sexual assault) and it was fucking scary.
So moral of the story - be careful - walk in groups! And don’t be afraid to use physical force to get your message across - it worked for me!
May 03rd 2012
Piazza San Marco
May 03rd 2012
Venice - Part VIII
May 03rd 2012
Just so you know
I always check out all the blogs of those who follow me or like/reblog my stuff, and if I like what I see, I follow them :)
May 03rd 2012
Venice - Part VII
