How I Was Mistaken for a Terrorist (Arévalo)
“It’s that damn beard of yours, Marko,” reasoned my mom over the phone, “That’s exactly why you were supsected of being a terrorist. I mean, what do you expect? Walking around with a backpack and a guitar case like a dirty hippy…you just stick out like a sore thumb. It’s time you cleaned up before … Continue reading
The Anarchist’s Pad Pt. 3 (Lisbon, Portugal)
I am writing about this weekend in Lisbon for a reason. In many ways, it was a turning point for my time in Europe. The depressing monotony of Arevalo that had engulfed me in the past months was replaced by a new world of alternative lifestyles. Small town life in Arevalo was boring, but I … Continue reading
On The Road Again (Arévalo & Ávila, Spain)
I quickly discovered that the best thing about Arévalo is its proximity to other places. Its central location was the source of its prosperity five hundred years ago and the key to maintaining my sanity today. For the rest of 2009 I traveled almost constantly. I finished class on Thursday at 12:20 and by 2:00 … Continue reading
A Clean, Well-Lighted Train Station (Arévalo, Spain)
Arévalo’s train station sits atop a hill a half-mile from town, alone and tragic like one of Hemingway’s short stories. I was sitting by myself in the one-room brick station reading A Clean, Well-Lighted Place when an elderly man opened the door. He walked inside past the ticket counter and sat directly beside me. I … Continue reading
Mensaje de: Vodafone (Arévalo, Spain)
Before we travel anywhere else, I want to take you back to the first few weeks I spent in Arévalo and retrace my steps to where I am today. The old section of Arévalo may revolve around the main church, but the new part of town is centered around the bus station. Arévalo is a … Continue reading
Paseo Through Arévalo
Each day before sunset the people of Spain traditionally leave their homes and take a leisurely stroll called a paseo. I take my paseo at five in the afternoon and join the rest of the pueblo in their daily walk through our village, Arévalo. I descend the steps of apartment to the street below and … Continue reading
Marko Polo Travels 