My last post spoke of Sevillan shit-stained sidewalks, sanitation sorrows, sodomizing Senoras (that is to say, Senoras who sodomize, not the act of sodomizing any particular Senora…Vincent…), sumptuous 90’s sing-along songs, Spanish semantics, spontaneous Scottish sprees, and supper-table shame. All alliteration aside, for some reason or another it turned out to be an excrement heavy entry. Perhaps I view the world with shit colored glasses (these days, I’m not even sure what color that would be…), but whatever the reason, I seem to be inextricably linked with [View Full Entry]

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Alas! The long delayed update to my mind-bloggling sporadic body of work has arrived. I do apologize for the lengthy hiatus I took, I can actually say with kind of a straight face that I have been keeping busy and life has been hectic (in the good, study abroad sense of the word). You could say the frenetic pace of traveling in place of attending class regularly has taken its toll. Since the last post, too much has happened and many memories have faded and creased into the irrecoverable corners of my mind. Therefore this will sort of be a highlight [View Full Entry]

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In the spirit of love and lovers and the mysterious Saint Valentine, whose day we most recently memorialized by depositing superfluous amounts of money directly into Hallmarks bank account (actually those singing cards that play songs like 'Let's get it on' and other erotic love ballads when you open them are kind of awesome), I will begin with a poem that I wish to send to a special some one I met on Valentine's Day: A Promise to You on Valentine's Day "Roses are red, Violets are blue, Because you robbed me on Valentine's Day, I'm going to murder you."[/h [View Full Entry]

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Apologies for the lack of updates, I've been staying so busy lately. In no way is that true actually, I've just been a sloth. The days here can be so lazy. As strange as it is for me to say this, I think there might actually be too much time in the day for napping. It’s so underwhelming, it’s overwhelming - not that I’m complaining. It’s how I think my 'happy place' might resemble, like from Happy Gilmore, except minus the portly monster Marisol waddling around busting my balls at all hours of the day. As of late, David and I [View Full Entry]

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Obviously the primary reason I came to Spain is to learn Spanish and in the process of learning a language one must obnoxiously and publicly reference a dictionary as often as possible. This has proven far more entertaining than I could have ever imagined. Easily my favorite term I have seen so far, found by my roommate David, is actually an English one. Here we go: “Full Blown AIDS”. Not just half-ass Phase 1 or 2 AIDS and certainly not HIV; this is DEFCON 5 do-not-resuscitate Full Blown AIDS. More than anything though, I find it kind of irresponsible of the [View Full Entry]

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Let me begin by noting the title of this entry is a result of an unofficial “Wittiest Pun with Sevilla” contest I held yesterday, won by none other than a fellow member of the infamous Bravo bloodline - congratulations Mig. Close runner-up was “Sevilla Make Ya Andalusia Mind”. Also, for educational purposes, I will end each paragraph with a bit of Spanish; those who have visited Spain will understand better. Vale. On a much more distressing note, Bombo the Brave has passed away at 21 years of age (dog years) - perhaps that makes the title a bit more appropriate. A [View Full Entry]

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I have arrived, and I think Sevilla knew I was coming. I say this because right around 2:30 it is custom to eat a dinner-like lunch (or do we eat a lunch-like dinner…?) and then nap like a contented panda cub until 5 pm. It’s fantastic. It’s as if the entire culture has been preparing for my arrival by adapting to my schedule…the lion has finally found his jungle. The arrival process itself proved to be more complicated than anticipated. Originally I was supposed to have booked a flight from Madrid to Sevilla, but naturally that didn’t happen so I had [View Full Entry]

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It has been 209 days since my last entry and the time has come once more for me to embark on a travel journey of sorts. Unlike my last excursion, this trip is guised under the pretense of "academics", but I think we all know better. I will be spending 4 months mainly in Spain and a month elsewhere leaving tomorrow and still, I have yet to begin packing or finish booking flights. Somehow I'm satisfied with this because I'd like to think it provides a benchmark of spontaneity and unpredictability to the trip right off the get-go. I also promised [View Full Entry]

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Alright, so this really is the last one. Miraflores and Puno are drastically different, so I didn't want to blow anyones mind with too sudden of a transition, therefore this post exists. Here we go... From Puno I took a bus in the morning to Arequipa (not as memorable as the last ride, which is a very good thing). When I arrived in Arequipa I immediately booked another bus leaving at 4:30, destination Lima. Before I say what I'm about to say, I need to clarify some things. At this point in the trip, I had no money left. For the [View Full Entry]

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Today I sit lazily, winding down beachside in Miraflores. This might be my last post for Peru as there is no more story to be told, but I figured I should detail my Lake Titicaca experience as well as my last few days in Miraflores. After the Machu Picchu trek, Chris and I decided to go our seperate ways because he wanted to get back to Colombia to find his beautiful Colombian wife and I was flying out of Lima in about a week. A sad departure, but we definitely had our share of good times. I realized I'd be spending [View Full Entry]

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