Spain Grenada

Distance makes the heart grow squandered

When I realized I would be spending the summer in Spain, I was beyond overjoyed. Since high school history class, I have been curiously attracted to the Spanish Empire, and my memories of earlier visits are varnished in a sentiment of young love. Although I have spent less than a week in Granada, I have already realized that studying and admiring Spain from afar (especially from America) could only cultivate a naive infatuation rather than genuine admiration. Being here has exposed me to the cultural multiplicity of Spain, and I have developed a more mature appreciation of the country because everywhere you walk in Granada exposes a little more of its true beauty.
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Lagunas-cejar_Claire-Kaufman

Love in another language

“I’ve been wondering if it is truly possible to have a relationship with someone to whom I can’t fully express myself, nor whom I completely understand,” I wrote in my journal March 22, two months into my study abroad experience in Santiago, Chile, and two weeks into dating el chico.
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Tristen Missett (left), Margaux Thierry (center) and Sohee Kim-Souron practice their French during Cafe Blue Door’s Language Cafe, a regular Tuesday night event. Participants can offer impromptu lessons, though languages offered vary weekly based on participants’ knowledge.

Language enthusiasts come together at Berkeley cafe

In a Berkeley cafe, bustling on a Tuesday night, two men lingered over a word: bonito. Bonito means baby, one of them suggested. The other one hesitated — not quite. Bonito is beautiful, he explained. Baby is bebé. And if one wants to admire one of these miniature humans: bonito bebé, beautiful baby.
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