…eres mi rincón favorito de Madrid.
If I were Spain, what city would I be? I'd need to be at least big enough for an airport since I love to pack my bags and go. Have…
If I were Spain, what city would I be? I'd need to be at least big enough for an airport since I love to pack my bags and go. Have…
Landing on a runway in Chicago, and I'm grounding all my dreams of ever really seeing California cuz I know what's in between - lyrics from fellow Chicagoans Fall Out…
Author's Note: This post seemed fitting today, considering my first experience with the dreaded papeleo started on July 3rd, 2007, when I applied for my student visa to come to…
"Oh, yeah, amigdalitis isn't strep, Cat, it's tonsilitis." Immediately visions of Guy Rimbey's tonsil operation in the fourth grade had me queasy again. I asked Kelly what to do. "So…
"What's taking so long at table three?" I asked Kike. "Is there even a man working there?" It was 3:42, twelve minutes past my appointment at Extranjería. Nervously tapping my…
I was six the first time I got sent to the principal's office. Still had the little boy haircut, still loved school and my teachers, still had no idea why…