Author: angela7marino
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No… the Plaza Mayor in MADRID
This day was one to live in infamy. We awoke with London, Indian food in our bellies and sadness in our hearts. Leaving was definitely not something we wanted on our schedule. Packed and ready to catch the bus to the tube, we knew that today would be a day of traveling. Bus to tube,…
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Take the Map and Point to Anywhere
Time astounds me. At one minute you can be somewhere, the next minute you can be somewhere else entirely. Life is made up of these little minutes of traveling. Whether it is to school, home, vacation or to visit family or a friend time continues. 6 hours ago I was at the mall, 6 days…
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Another Day Another Dollar… or Pound
“There’s no place like home”, Dorothy definitely got that right. Now home is a very subjective word though. I follow the philosophy “home is where your hat lays”. Traveling days seem endless. It is with this desperation and perspiration that Christine and I arrive at Carolyn’s flat. Having a bed to sleep in with friends…
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Londres
English? Wow. Finally back into a country whose language I speak fluently. Now my spanish improved tremendously while abroad but at that time my english decreased. Unfortunately I find myself in England and Spain struggling. Picture this: It is 4pm in Madrid, our day was spent battling the metro to downtown, asking directions, reserving hostels…
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The World Cup
T-30 hours until the bus comes to my door to take me away from my home for the past 6 weeks. Although it has been about 2 months I feel like I have spent years here. The each street of Salamanca holds separate memories. From the streets that take me home, to school, to clubs,…
my feet don't want to go to sleep 