Sheep graze in the idyllic courtyard of Castelo de Morão in southwestern Portugal. Photo courtesy of the writer.
My mom came around the corner of Morao Castle shouting that my dad and I would be shocked walking through the gate. I told her…
A pair of dancers show off their moves to traditional Galician music in a basement pub. Photo courtesy of the writer.
I just received my first Spanish tongue-lashing from a train conductor. I’m on my way to Lisbon to meet my family for the week, and…
Hello, my name is Genevieve Wilson and I am a third-year student majoring in marine biology at the University of Maine. I am currently studying…
The Alhambra, built at the end of the Moorish occupation of Spain in the 13th century, sits atop a hill looking over Granada. Photo by Finn Bradenday. My little brother, Jonah, is in a cab on the way to the Madrid airport after spending a week bouncing around the south of Spain…
University of Maine students don’t know how to dance. I don’t blame us, call it the difference in cultures or the superior danceability of Latin…
I’m still in the process of recovering from a nasty cold/stomach bug that I’ve had since the night after I sent in my last column…
A vendor selling sausages, stew, and a pig’s leg in Santiago’s renaissance festival. Photo courtesy of the writer. On Sunday it stopped raining for the first time since I arrived in Santiago. That sounds like an exaggeration but I truly hadn’t seen the…
If one were interested in a lesson in humility, I would invite them to join me in a conversation about photojournalism theory with five Spanish…
The old town of Santiago de Compostela. The Catedral de Santiago is on the right. Photo courtesy of Finn Bradenday.
Just before the turn of the first millennium, a hermit named Pelagius claimed to see a light coming from a forgotten Roman tomb. It was…
View of Lisbon, Portugal. Photo courtesy of Finn Bradenday. I made it to Lisbon after spending 23 hours in transit, including a 12-hour layover in Paris Charles de Gaulle, where the Border Police wouldn’t…