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Spain’s Controversial Fiesta – how I learned to love bullfighting
Ladies and gentlemen, I have a confession to make: I like bullfighting. I like the colors. The choreography. The ritual. The tradition. The whole wild spectacle. (Cue the
Madrid in Love: Readers respond to “Dating a Spanish Girl”
I love the internet. The other day I published my instant classic Dating a Spanish Girl: 7 things you should know. And while I was expecting (and got)
Do siestas make the Spanish lazy? – Work culture in Spain
There are certain things that happen in this country that make you say, “Only in Spain.” That’s what I thought when I heard about the employee who hadn’t showed
Buddhism in Madrid – the Tibetan Buddhist Center in Prosperidad
by Natalia Diaz Mention “Nirvana” these days and you’re more likely to conjure up images of dead rock stars over chanting Buddhist monks. In this peaceful little enclave
Why you should TOTALLY go to a Real Madrid match – and how to get tickets
Want to go to a Real Madrid match? Okay, let’t talk about it… See, last week I published a guest-post article about why going to a match isn’t
3 reasons why going to a Real Madrid match totally isn’t worth it
Is going to a Real Madrid match a waste? Today’s article is a guest post by Nick, a fellow blogger here in Madrid. Nick is from Northern California,
A guiri walks into a hair salon… the dangers of getting a haircut in Madrid
Getting a haircut in a second language is a game of roulette: either your head is miraculously left intact, or you leave looking like an anime character. During Spanish
The 4 big things I’ve learned about American culture while living in Spain
I’m from one of those “red states”. One of those places in the US where people go through life heavily armed, with a Bible in their front pocket
In Which the Author Realizes He’s Out of Touch with the Youth
At the hamburger restaurant in downtown Vigo there’s a guy eating alone at the next table. I’m doing my usual thing of talking much louder than most other English
