The Rain in Spain Stays Mainly in the Plain

Which brings rainbows to the beautiful Spanish countryside It was actually very cold and rainy the first few days in the Spanish countryside.  Something which none of us were prepared for.  I had only packed a carryon sized suitcase as I was flying via RyanAir later in the trip.  This meant limited clothing and I packed mostly for a sunny holiday in Spain in June.  I only had one sweatshirt and one pair of Lululemon yoga pants (intended for the plane ride home), which I had to wear for three days before it warmed up.  Sometimes the rain meant having…

Diverbo: Pueblo Inglés

The main hotel, built to look like a castle (never was one) Back in February I applied to the program, “Pueblo Inglés” as an English speaking volunteer to aid Spaniards in their English language fluency.  The program is run through the language company, Diverbo in Madrid.  I had heard of the opportunity from my father who’s friend had participated several years prior.  I later learned that word of mouth is actually the primary source of volunteers for the program, so much so that the company needn’t advertise.  The program is currently in Spain and Germany and involves native English speakers…

San Lorenzo de El Escorial

For my second day in Madrid I had grand plans of rising at 7am to be out to San Lorenzo de El Escorial for its opening at 10am, however when that time came I opted to sleep off the jet lag and hit the snooze button a few times.  I was very lucky that I had a respectful group of roommates who kept noise levels down in the hostel.  I began my day with a breakfast provided by The Hat, consisting mostly of fruit, Nutella toast and coffee.  I couldn’t finish my lemon yogourt as it had a thin consistency I wasn’t accustomed to.…

I Caught A Plane to Spain

Following my short, but sweet trip to Amsterdam I headed back on the train to Schiphol to give myself two hours before my connecting flight.  In retrospect I probably only needed to leave an hour as I was flying within the EU, which treats itself like its own country in respect to flying.  At Schiphol I picked myself up a North America to EU outlet converter with which to charge my phone.  I was so exhausted at this point I felt my eyelids growing heavy over my eyes whilst waiting at my gate.  I passed the time primarily by making…