
“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…

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…