Goodbye Mes Amours

I cried at dinner today. I’m crying as I write tonight’s post…I absolutely hate saying goodbye to people that I love. This Afghan-French host family has become my family. We promised to keep in touch, even after I return to the States. Every week, I’ll practice my French and they’ll practice English. I’ve made friends…

Are You Beautiful?

Long, silky smooth hair? Sun-kissed, honey-colored skin? Almond-eyes? A short, pointed nose? What is beauty? Are you beautiful? I remember the words of my high school boyfriend, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”. (Lol. I dated a dude who had an old soul.) At the ripe age of 16, I heard this aphorism…

Time to Move On…

I’ve almost always known when it’s time to move on. Perhaps, the good Lord provides signs and wonders or perhaps, we just know this within our ❤️. Whether it be moving on from a job, relationship, or an experience…the gut always knows. Ladies and gents, I can feel it in me’ bones, it’s time to…

Bitter N’ Sweet.

For the first time ever, I navigated myself around town and back home with NO Google Map! Wahoo 🎉, my self-confidence shot through the roof today. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m awful with maps and usually not good with directions. Solo travel forces you to get really comfortable with all your flaws. I’ve…

Embrace the Little Moments

I returned home to 4 children who were happy to see me! The 4-year old, gave me a bissou when she saw me, a kiss on each cheek. She gave me this awesome piece of art work that she made in school. In French, she said, “this is for you, Yolanda.” My heart melted. I…

My Experience with Hostels

It’s 4:17am in San Sebastián. I decided to get out of my bottom bunk and go downstairs to the living room in the basement until it’s time for me to walk to the bus station. Why am I in the basement? Well, apparently, it’s the only cool and quiet place around here. After listening to…

Night in the Hostel & More

I’ve come to the conclusion that while I love people watching from a cafe while drinking coffee like the French, I think I prefer to eat tapas and drink wine like the Spanish. I appreciate both cultures, but after just 2 days of experiencing Spanish culture, I’m intrigued. I wish I could be multilingual so…

France, Sorry. Spain, I Love.

I’m writing today’s post from my hotel room in the middle of San Sebastián, and it sounds like there are no windows between me and the masses outside. Who would’ve thought that I’d be here during one of the most important weeks in San Sebastián’s history! It’s Semana Grande. The international fireworks contest just happened!…

Life Has A Way…

I’m living in what sometimes feels like a time bubble. There’s the beauty of a town with nothing but “Mom and Pop stores” and there’s the grave inconvenience of it. To think, they still have a video rental store… I’m currently writing this via the WordPress app on my phone. Today I experienced the most…

You Don’t Know, What You Don’t Know

My jaw dropped when I learned that you can’t buy “over-the-counter” medicine in a store in France. My host informed me that the pharmacie (pharmacy) was the only place that I could get what I needed and it was closed. In an emergency, I could go to the hospital. For the sake of sparing you…