Ok, so we didn’t actually take shots of olive oil, at least in the sense of downing them quickly. We did take pictures. And we did have to drink it. From a glass. Without bread…
We’re on a bus on our way to Córdoba (a three hour drive from Granada), and though I’m writing from my phone, it seems as good a time as any to pause and reflect on the last four days. The WiFi in our apartment went out yesterday (the one evening I planned to stay in […]
Technically, I am awake. That seems obvious, even if it doesn’t exactly feel true. It’s day… 3? of our trip to Spain (and later Morocco), we’re in Granada, and although I slept well last night out of sheer exhaustion, this morning is a struggle.
It’s not every day someone offers to find me a husband. But after two hours of conversation and a spectacular feast with a Jordanian host family, the mother assured me that if I ever came back to Jordan, I simply had to tell her my preferences she’d have a line of potential suitors waiting for me. Apparently being a “pretty American girl” with “great hair” makes me a hot commodity around these parts. So, I’ll be keeping that in my back pocket for the time being. (She was definitely mostly serious.) Continue reading
Until the past couple of days, I hadn’t truly realized how much of this trip was contingent on nature cooperating. Overall, we’ve had outstanding luck. Admittedly, our photo tour of the northern lights was a blizzardy bust. But we got to see them the next night (if not take great photos), and for our trip to Lillehammer today, we couldn’t have asked for nicer weather.
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