Two days away from my visa appointment with the Spanish consulate and I’ve gathered most of the required paperwork.
I’ve received two couchsurfing invites — each one by a 30-something year old male in a different part of Murcia. I’m open to staying with one of them. Although dangerous, this can be a good opportunity to meet a local and gain insight into the Spanish-Murcian culture. I wonder what will be the creepiest thing to happen to us?
In preparation for the abundance of alcohol in Europe, Amissa and I have been building our wine tolerance with our dear friends Sammy, Melanie, and Nate. These late night wine gatherings have birthed some peculiar memories.