Sleeping In the Airport: Malaga

I wasn’t planning on sleeping in Malaga. My ingenious plan was to beat jetlag before it hit and get on Central Standard Time a day before I left. What that would mean is staying up all night at the airport before catching my 6 AM flight the following morning, then promptly passing out the instant my fat arse hits that cheaply upholstered plane seat. Only, nothing I ever plan typically goes that well. I also made the...

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My favorite ride to take people on

I spend 90% of my time on a horse. So it can come as no surprise that my favorite tour of San Ambrosio is a horseback bar crawl. Some of the best views in town can only be seen via hike or horse, so I dragged my parents to the barn while they were visiting for a little horseback fun. My mom rides, my dad does not. That was very apparent as the day wore on.I was originally going to draw a map of this little ride, but...

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My Mommy and Daddy actually LOVE me!

Well, it’s official. My mom and dad finally agreed, after me being here for almost 2 years, to come visit me in Spain. Ya, ya. I get it, I really do. I'm a drifter, I haven't lived in the same place for more than 6 months since college. They never thought I’d actually commit to being here this long, and certainly not as far in advance as they could book an international plane ticket. But here I am. And here they came...

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My One Week American Re-immersion

I don’t get a lot of American influences these days. Yes, I still watch a lot of US television, I still talk to my friends via e-mail quite frequently, and talking to my mom once a week on the phone has given me this strange Michigan twang when I talk. But my everyday life, feels less and less American. I call french fries Chips without thinking twice. I ask questions with some strange English inflection pointed out immediately...

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5 Places I Would Take a Guest to in San Ambrosio, Andalucia, Spain

This is a re-post of a guest post I wrote for GotSaga.com in January. Check out the original article here. San Ambrosio. My home. What, you've never heard of it? C'mon! At a whopping 400 citizens in a country most people have on their bucket lists but not in their backyard, I guess I understand. San Ambrosio, Andalucia, Spain. It's a place I haven't called home for very long - less than a year actually. But it's a place that has done...

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Leaving Spain. Feeling Lost.

Let's make a deal. I'm going to share a couple of horrifically depressing journal entries that came straight from my paper journal that I wrote during the bus/plane/train rides after I left San Ambrosio. After these couple of serious posts, I promise I will go back to writing less serious nonsense. So skip these if you want, read if you dare; it won't hurt my feelings...

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A Week in my Life: Friday - Finding the Real Spain

It’s beach day #2 and an incredibly busy day. I ride Polly today, our big pregnant Welsh Cob who doesn’t work much, but who has to get out at least once a week. Jose calls her Elefante (I don’t think I need to translate that) but I love riding her. Riding her for a day on the beach is like sitting in a La-Z-Boy all day watching National Geographic. Jose and I are on our own today and it looks...

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A Week in my Life: Thursday - A Day All to Myself

Today is almost exactly like my Sunday, so I won’t go into too much detail. I wake up hungover today and slug myself and Smokey up to the horses to feed. Today, Rhiannon is cleaning all the rooms so I can take some of our "problem children" out for some exercise. Antonio’s here to help me today and although I’m glad to have the company, I’m worried that the headache I...

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