Raised on the Road

She'll always have her feet in so many places and her bags will always be packed, for having her heart split between two homes has never been easy but that's all she has ever known. She'll look at you in wander when you speak of your childhood, for having four walls that represent a home …

Living la Vasca Vida

I really can't tell you why. I have never lived here. I have no roots from this region. There really is nothing in my family history that links me to this place, yet the Spanish Basque Country is one of my favorite places on earth. Is it the sea breeze? Is it the endless mountains …

Election Day: The Experiment of Democracy

I remember the day I learned that Spain had lived a Civil War in the 20th century, and I remember learning that the country had been ruled by a dictator, Francisco Franco. I was 10 years-old sitting on my Spanish grandparent's floor the summer of 2005 watching T.V. as my Abuelo repaired something that had …

My Many Identities: Speaking More Than One Language

I know we all have different versions of ourselves. We have the version of lounging at home on the couch, we have our social selves and we have our work persona. But when it comes to speaking more than one language, I feel like I also have different identities. I speak three languages, English, Spanish …

To the Woman That Taught Me to Travel

On Saturday, August 5th, my mother finally accomplished one of her biggest dreams. She graduated from the University of Purdue (it's ok, I guess I can allow being rivals only for university - I am a big Indiana University fan). This was a big day for my mother, someone who has sacrificed so much for …