chowgypsy

There is an explanation: A new volunteer
was arriving and we very reasonably
thought she should walk in on a nice, genial

Finally, a place to speak the mother tongue.
Curiosity killed the sheep...or it simply allowed the sheep to walk along eating grass.
After nearly a year of sputtering out attempts at foreign languages, we've come to a place of fluency. A place where our own American tongue originated. A place where people understand dry humor!...

Awaking on the cold cement floor at the Catedral de Justo, I would be lying to say that I wasn't mildly excited about the prospects of the coming day's work. The cathedral has a lot that needs to be done. Could I learn some bricklaying? Perhaps smoothing...

We bid adieu to John's family in Madrid, leaving a week of amazing food, glorious hotels, and soul-warming family comfort behind us.
No more restaurants and no more comfy beds. We were back to the gypsy life.
Left with a solid six days to kill in that big city and knowing how well cities can empty wallets (even when you follow my money-saving tips), I began searching for a cheap—or even better, free—place to stay....