Home is where the corn grows tall

I’m back home in Iowa! Oddly enough, the culture shock isn’t mind-shattering. In fact, I hardly had jet lag, just a momentary daze when I saw a man my age wearing a backward baseball cap. After I blinked twice and shook it off for something very normal here, I bounced back with a pint of … Continue reading →

Sand & ice, escape to America’s (natural) playgrounds

Today, in a decisive departing from my usual postings, I’m switching tactics. I’m posting about America. Not Spain, nor elsewhere in Europe, but my homeland. I could make excuses, claiming that it’s a prompt taken from Word Press’ weekly photo theme (#escape), but honestly, it’s not. I was simply feeling nostalgic for a trip I … Continue reading →