Nothing makes you realize the weird quirks of your own culture quite like a country where you all speak the same language, yet somehow don't.
I wonder why a little.
Not with a bang but with a whimper, so to speak. And a strange twist.
Our salty trip to the pink salt lakes of Torrevieja.
Pictures I managed to take in between day drinking and cute boys.
Love that McDonald's endorses International Women's Day yet won't pay their workers $15/hour!
Right, so, like somehow it became March? Every day I'm more and more annoyed with myself for not having made more progress on my Master's thesis (although one of my professors took an informal poll yesterday and I was one of only two people who have even started so) but here we are. It's March, …
My Valentine's Day special advocating for early (and age-appropriate) sex ed. How romantic, right?!
Hipster cafés, cheap vodka, functional public transport. How do I miss thee? Let me count the ways.
Good news, y'all! The days may be getting shorter (not as short as Poland, but still shorter), but now I have a job, a bank account, and various friends with beach houses about an hour from Murcia.