6 Years Ago, I Moved to Spain. You Won’t Believe What’s Happened. [Part 5/9 – Year Three: Silver Lining]

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I continued to spend time with the church group.

I wanted so badly to tell someone, anyone, about my heartbreak. But I kept quiet. Who would care? Everyone liked this guy.

He was so handsome, charismatic, had a cool job, and was a “good Christian man,” the one my parents may have wanted me to marry, except it turns out that not all “good Christian men” are good Christians.

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Drinking Wine and Healing My Broken Heart in Logroño, Spain

It had come to my attention one fateful Tuesday night, that it had been awhile since I had done anything spontaneous and impulsive.

And I was not okay with this.

The next thing you know, I woke up the following morning with an email confirming my bus ride and hostel booking in Logroño, Spain.

And that’s how I ended up in the wine region of Spain! Continue reading “Drinking Wine and Healing My Broken Heart in Logroño, Spain”