I never thought I’d spend Christmas alone in a foreign country.

I never thought I’d spend Christmas alone in a foreign country.
I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to go home for Christmas.
Thanks, corona.
So, I decided on Plan B: spend the winter holidays in sunny Cadiz, a port town in Andalusia. Because if I’m going to spend Christmas alone, I may as well spend it alone at the beach, right?
I planned the trip. A few days in Cadiz, and a day trip to Tarifa, the southernmost city in Spain. I was about to book the Airbnb and the bus tickets. No one could sto—
Continue reading “Patones de Arriba: How to Break into a Ghost’s Home in this Spanish Village”No one would have come here with me, even if I’d asked them to, I thought to myself, shivering in the rain.
It was a late Friday morning. I was standing at a bus stop in the rain, in a Spanish city whose signs were written in Basque. Which was making matters more confusing as I don’t speak Basque.
A few days prior, when I’d spontaneously booked a trip to San Sebastian, I’d been playing with Google Maps. I noticed that San Sebastian wasn’t too far from the French border. So, I started looking at the towns along the border, and scrolling at the images. Nothing too interesting.
Until I found this:
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Yeah, that didn’t age well.
Continue reading “San Sebastián: The Getaway I Didn’t Even Know I Needed”YouTube recommended me this video: “21 Years Old: I Have NO Friends.”
One commenter said that seeing this video in their feed of recommendations felt like a personal attack.
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