Nochevieja in Spain… Grab Yerself some GRAPES!

Of all the strange New Years traditions I’ve heard of (If my father shoves one more spoonful of Black Eyed Peas down my throat I might crack!) I still think this one is the strangest. The Spanish are superstitious little buggers and if someone tells you to do something for good luck, by god, you do it, no questions asked. For new years, this includes standing outside the town church at...

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I Love you New York.

Being back in NY has been amazing. From the day I stepped off the train at my mom s new apartment in Chelsea, I knew it wouldn t take me long to get adjusted here. Grocery store, check. Post office, check. Resident Irish bar, check check. Nope. This place feels just like home. And surprisingly, it s chalked full of just as many friends as I have pretty much anywhere else...

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Finding Myself Re-evaluating my Position on London

I woke up at Rachel’s at 1 PM incredibly refreshed. I hadn’t slept on a bed that nice, or for that long since Valencia (almost 2 months prior) and I had my favorite kind of plans laid out for the day: none. And I started enacting that plan promptly. I walked to the grocery store to pick up some items, turned on VH1 on Sky and dumped the entire contents of my backpack out onto...

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Website Mini-makeover

Happy 1st of the month everyone! T-10 months until my 6th annual 21st birthday extravaganza. Mark your calendars. Buy your plane tickets. So I got a little tipsy at Thanksgiving and had this BRILLIANT idea that I would add the facebook "Like" button to each of my blog entries. Rather than, I dunno, WAIT until I was in a better frame of mind/had more than 20 minutes to work on...

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London. And Pulling Myself Out of My Rut.

I've always hated London. I've only been about a half dozen times, so it's not really fair for me to be so negative about it. But I really didn't like the place any time I'd been before. So I wasn't exactly excited to be there. My plane got in late. About 11:00 PM. Then I had to catch the train out about 30 minutes away to get to the house that had been so GRACIOUSLY offered up by a friend while...

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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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The Biggest Tomato Fight IN. THE. WORLD.

"What?", you say? "Wasn't that like... 6 months ago, ABBEY... why haven't you already recounted what happened at La Tomatina and how come EVERYONE else who was there has already written about it?" Well. That is because I am lazy. And I had a lot on my plate. And well. Writing this post seemed somewhat daunting because it's incredibly content heavy. So rather than do it...

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