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trust.

It’s been about two weeks since we got back from Spain.

It feels a bit weird since part of me is still in anticipation, like it hasn’t actually happened yet– it all went by so fast, and I honestly can’t believe that it’s July now.

Being in Spain taught me a lot about myself and people around me. I became better at keeping up conversations, I learned how to really compromise, and I came to know when space was needed. I’ve written a lot about the things we did and smaller aspects of different places that I really connected with, but there was a bigger thought that struck me the other day.  Continue reading

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Stories told in mostly photos: Barcelona, Spain

Barcelona: a vibrant city full of unique art, diverse cuisine, and eye-catching architecture at every street corner. Every area of the city has a different feel, due to the medieval roots of the Gothic quarter and the modern, quirky style of architect Antoni Gaudi’s work.

Walking down those varying sidewalks, I felt right at home.  Continue reading

Moderately-unexpected adventures.

In all honesty, I’m very surprised that this particular trip was executed this well.

Around November or December, some family members from my dad’s side started to come together in discussion of a gigantic family gathering- with “gigantic” meaning almost thirty people. Many locations were proposed, and there was most definitely lots of debate over the best place, but eventually the group settled almost unanimously on Barcelona, Spain. I can very clearly remember my mom telling me the overall plan back then and thinking to myself: wow, it’ll be a seriously insane experience if this actually pulls through. 

And before I knew it, it was the morning of June 17th and I was scrambling to throw all necessary belongings in a suitcase because we had to be at the San Francisco airport by 4pm at the latest.  Continue reading

imagine a plane with no windows

my seat is halfway leaned back and bass is pounding in my ears as I dream,
traveling has always made me oddly poetic, even when the people sitting in the row ahead are shaking the seats and cutting through the high volume on my headphones.

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