Travel Repeat: Spain

Spain was the first country I traveled to without my parents. While I had spent time in Europe before, the safety net of my mom and dad and brother made the travel experience a lot more like summer camp and less like an exercise in independence, self-management, and decision making. They took me on train trips from Milan to Paris safely contained in a compartment with my family unit, a bus tour around Italy with other families, a road trip through Scotland – all amazing experiences that I did not have to plan myself or even think about until they were happening

Spending about six weeks living abroad with a family in Barcelona, Spain is hardly something to be afraid of you may say. But for a 16 year old girl who was still finding her way down the bumpy road of self-confidence, it was an intimidating and life-changing proposition. The travel bug had already bitten me at 16 and was already something I deeply loved. But being alone, nine time-zone-hours from my entire life, was a lot to handle for a high school sophomore.

It did, however, make me a stronger person and more equipped traveler. Yes, there were tears, and sleepless nights. Yes, there were panicked phone calls home to mom and dad and to my high school boyfriend (who I missed like it was the END OF THE WORLD of course). But at the end of the day, I came out with love for myself, a country, a culture, a family, and one Spaniard in particular – my friend Blanca. The girl who I lived with who comforted me in my times of panic and showed me her world as if she had known me forever. I was grateful for her friendship then; I am grateful for her continued friendship now.

La Pedrera | Barcelona, Spain

Blanca and I on the rooftop of Casa Milà La Pedrera . Note my awesomely white running shoes and athletic socks. Stylin’!

For these reasons, Spain holds a special place in my passport as well as my heart. I will always want to return to see more of it, to eat more of its delicious food, and to remember what it was like to discover the world, sans-family, for the very first time. This fall, I was finally able to return after an 18 year wait (specifically to Madrid and Seville). It was everything I wanted it to be. Comforting, new, exciting. And delicious.

La Latina afternoon shadows | Madrid, Spain

Geraniums on the balcony | Madrid, Spain

La Latina quiet night corners | Madrid, Spain

Pimientos at Mercado de la Cebada | Madrid, Spain

Cafes in afternoon light | Seville, Spain

Catedral and ivy | Seville, Spain

Tea for sale | Seville, Spain

Corner fountain | Seville, Spain


 Have you been to Spain? Do you like to return to your favorite countries?


  • Adina Marguerite
    March 27, 2015 at 10:53 am

    I’m all about returning to my favorite countries! I like to consider New Zealand on an every-six-years rotation :-).

    I’m sure at some point I’ll get back to Spain since a quarter of my family tree traces back there. I’d love to go back to Basque Country with my mom and also head down to visit La Paz, where my great-grandmothers family hails from!

    • Annie
      March 31, 2015 at 11:08 am

      Theres something really comforting about returning to an old favorite. And really allows you to see new things and new cities/places and dig into the culture.

      I like the 6 year plan. Too bad pups dont get to buy plane tickets in the cabin b/c i bet Parsley would LOVE her some NZ.

  • Jenny Adams
    March 27, 2015 at 5:54 pm

    Take me back!!! These pictures are awesome. I really love the peppers.

    miss you lady!

    • Annie
      March 31, 2015 at 11:09 am

      omg I want to eat all of the peppers RIGHT NOW. seriously, was this trip already 6 months ago??? Miss you too COME HOME.

  • Fabiana
    April 27, 2015 at 8:39 pm

    Spain wasn’t my first country but I think that this is a country I would definitely repeat. I absolutely loved it and didn’t get the chance to see as much as I wanter.


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