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My Birthday

Happy Birthday to me!  Even as I get older I look forward to my birthday.  As a kid I celebrated with a party and cake, now I simply enjoy spending time with friends, reflecting on all the good things in my life, and, of course, eating cake.  Unfortunately, the Italians left yesterday for Malaga after our ...

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A Feast for the Senses

The Al-Hambra Palace in Granada is a feast for the senses.  We hear the water fountains and tree frogs.  We smell the flowers in the luxurious gardens.  We taste the cold water from the drinking fountains.  We touch the wooden panels inscribed with Arabic calligraphy as the cool breezes caress our faces and bare arms.  ...

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The Italian Job

The girls and I awoke early to head to Al-Hambra.  If we had any chance of getting into the hugely popular, Moorish palace, we needed to get there early and get in line.  However, the four Italians - Luca, Maria-Grazia, Agnese, and Marisa - we met at the hostel yesterday were still asleep.  We had ...

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When the Moon’s in the Sky…

I jotted down a quick note for Steph and Kathryn this morning and left it taped on their door.  I would miss hanging out with them. We had already exchanged contact information though, so we would be in touch. The drive to Granada was a lot of fun.  The girls sang along to old Italian ...

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A Fortunate Meeting

After moving my luggage to yet another room this morning, I took off into the city to see the Temple Debod.  It's an ancient Egyptian temple that the government of Egypt gifted to Spain in recognition of her help restoring some temples in Egypt.  It's not much to look at, especially since I've been to ...

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The Flamenco Performance

This morning I had to shift to another room yet again.  I've been trying to extend my reservation for more than one night, but the desk attendants aren't very helpful.  They insist that I have to book online if I want more than one night at a time.  So I continue to move from room ...

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Iberian Ham

Spaniards, I've noticed, love ham.  You can see maroon-colored, smoked legs hanging almost everywhere, from restaurants and street carts to boutique stores at airports and train stations.  As someone who doesn't eat pork, I cannot share the Spaniards' passion for the meat.  Even still, I couldn't bring myself to eat meat that's been hanging out ...

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A Day in Toledo

Steph, Kathryn, and I ended up in the same room at Mad Hostel in Madrid.  There was another girl named Mary in our room.  The four of us decided to take a day trip to Toledo, and we booked an early afternoon train to the old town. We had to wait about an hour, so ...

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Off to Madrid

I awoke early this morning to head to Madrid with Steph and Kathryn.  It was a painful awakening since I had only gone to bed two hours earlier.  As I was putting on my shoes in the dark, the door swung open and Kathryn barged in.  I had asked the girls to wake me up if ...

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The Beach

After lunch at the Chinese buffet today, I headed to the Barcelona beach with two guys also staying at Hello BCN.  Jael is a Haitian Quebecer and Daki is an Irishman.  Neither Jael or I can understand Daki most of the time due to his heavy Irish accent coupled with his usually intoxicated state.  Jael ...

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