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Avenida de Liones in the Alameda, the beautiful park five minutes from my house.
Avenida de Liones in the Alameda, the beautiful park five minutes from my house.
My host mother, Lourdes and me at the Portico de Gloria. Millions have placed their hands here and made a wish and now there is a permanent indentation of five fingerprints.
First night in Santiago looking down Calle Vilar... this is right about when I decided that I´m probably going to fall in love with this town.
My host brother, Fernando, 31. He took me on walks around the city and had so much patience trying to explain all of the beautiful buildings. It´s amazing how much I learn from him whenever he takes me around the city. And ladies... he´s taken so stop asking! Hah.
My family minus Nicole at the airport before I cried my way through security and spent almost an entire day in airports and flying all by myself. Not looking forward to doing that very often.
The entrance of one of my favorite outdoor cafes... It has little tables and chairs all over a little garden area with a fountain in the middle and grape vines draped over an arbor. My parents pretty much should recreate this in our courtyard, I think.
Cooper, Caylin, and me- my friends from Nashville, TN... they fit right in with the rest of us goofballs
My class and our program director in black in the middle. This is on Caylin´s birthday when we made her a cake to try and have some sort of American spirit!
The Cathedral through the arch of the old Parliament building across the Plaza Obradoiro
The Holy Door inside the Cathedral, only opened once a year no the Day of Santiago, June 25th. The most dedicated pilgrims journey to Santiago on this day.
A picture looking towards Old Town from the Alameda, a huge park separating the two parts of Santiago
Picture of the statue of the founder of the university I attend
Street full of people in Vigo, a town of 300,000. Awesome sales and it smelled like cookies, not sure why.
We went to the market and bought 5€ worth of food to get us through two days... of course wine and dark chocolate were among the necessities.
¨I love Europe!!!¨ I´m pretty sure that´s what this face means anyway... notice the baguette that provided sustenance for 3 meals.
Rachel with her electronic translator. You don´t see all the native Spanish speakers laughing at her, but we did.
Rachel and I on the ferry over to Cangas, the little village town on the opposite coast of Vigo
Rachel, Molly, and I at the top of the peak we climbed Saturday. Amazing views for the hour of work in the hot sun.
The Majestic Cafe, built in the 19th century, still maintaing restored architecture from that time.
Kids playing soccer in the street in Porto. It looked so much like a midwestern fall I had to capture it.
Noticed the shattered glass bottles to keep people from climbing over the wall onto the church's property. Porto is not exactly a wealthy city.
Rachel eating our gormet dinner. We didn't have a knife to cut the tomato we bought at the market so we'd take one bite of it and one bite of sandwich.
Lost in Translation: cervejas y sangria turned into beer and bleeding. Soooo many laughs about this.