Madrid

March 11, 2010 - 4:25pm
Terruso enjoys interesting table talk over Spanish dinners with her host family.

Last night, after finishing off a mixed salad and empanadas de carne in the small kitchen I’ve come to call home, I went to slice open the orange in front of me. We were all talking about the dismal state of Greece’s economy, and the beautiful state of Greek men when my knife slipped off the orange and propelled it and the plate to crash down on the black slate floor. Everyone went silent. The plate broke into a hundred pathetic little pieces. I felt my face turn red.

“Lo siento Mercedes! Lo siento.”

“No te preocupes, chica.”

March 5, 2010 - 2:00pm
In Madrid for one reason: food.

Syracuse students go abroad for a variety of reasons. Some are trying to find themselves; some are learning a new language; others are looking to get drunk at a younger age, and in a better location than your standard off-campus dive. I went abroad for none of these reasons. In fact, I'm in Madrid for one thing only: the food.