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An incurable cold and (incurable) acting skills

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Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today being sick would wind up my adventure when the translator app failed to communicate my illness to the Spanish Pharmacist, and less than stellar acting skills would be my last defence to fight this cold once and for all.  

It's no surprise that between my ten-day departure from the U.S. followed by my ten-plus day arrival here in Spain; I ran myself down just enough to get sick.  It began in my head.  Oh boy!  It felt so heavy that I could hardly think.  I walked around in a haze for days trying to cure myself with some much-needed rest.  

When the rest alone wasn't cutting it, I started to research some natural remedies.  That is when I came across an article from Elephant Journal on the benefits of drinking hot water with proper honey and real lemon juice daily.   The author's claims for this hot, healthy cocktail had me intrigued.  She hadn't been sick for over one year once beginning this daily routine and even weaned herself off a coffee addiction as a added side benefit.  Apparently, the zing of the lemony flavor was enough to get her started in the morning.  Not too shabby!  Her recipe was juice from a half of lemon along with a decent teaspoon of organic honey in a standard mug with water hot enough to melt the honey but then cooled down with a splash of cold water to drink.  This article went on to say that this daily routine would keep you regular and prevent urinary tract infections.  It would also improve digestion and give you healthy glowing skin.  Well, I couldn't imagine not trying it now, and so that is just what I did the following day.  

Side note:  I kept this up throughout the entire winter.  It didn't cure my cold, but I felt great in the morning, and my skin was indeed glowing.  I didn't quit the coffee.  I mean, come on people, I wasn't working with a Shaman here.  Ha-ha!  I just drank the coffee after I enjoyed the hot lemon drink.  

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When the magic of the hot, healthy cocktail didn't do the trick, I figured it was time to make my way to the Farmacia (Pharmacy) to use my translator app (a must have here in Spain.  I love Speak & Translate for iPhone) to tell the Pharmacists that I had a cold. The problem here was this description didn't quite translate.  When I tried to describe my cold, it translated as "being" cold, instead of "having a" cold.   

So, it was game on from there.  I had been left no choice other than to rediscover the acting talents that Mr. Notari (my high school Drama teacher) swore I had when I took his class for that one semester my senior year.  Picture a spastic American grabbing her throat and pretending to cough and choke in the center of the Farmacia for all to see.  Yes, the symptoms had now moved down from my head and into my throat causing an unbearable cough and sore throat that kept me up at night for weeks and weeks.   

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The summary of this post is that my first, second and third times to the Spanish Farmacia were a disaster (all visits were for the same cold that seemed unshakeable and incurable by the Spaniards).  I quickly realized that I needed to make some changes to cure this sucker once and for all.  My first thoughts would be that I needed to either improve my terrible Spanish or work on those acting skills (Damnit, Mr. Notari!  The next Lucille Ball?  Not even close.) to combat this cold to its final demise.  At this particular juncture, I wasn't sure which route to take.  So, I slept on it, and another solution would eventually present itself to me on the road to recovery.  

Have you ever had to act out an illness at the Pharmacy in a foreign country? 

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Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
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Paco saves the day!

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today while figuring out the details of how I could have wifi (in a temporary living situation), I found Paco and his no-frills Catalan style cafe (with free wifi) that would make my new Spanish neighborhood feel like home.

I had now been renting an apartment from the Barcelona businessman for about two and a half weeks.  As a woman who relies strongly upon connecting with my friends and family via social media and free apps for talking and messaging (in real-time via Skype, Facebook, and WhatsApp), one of my first questions when looking at the apartment was "Is there wifi?", When I got a shocking "no" back from the Barcelona businessman, I had big-time concerns, my sisters.  Aside from the luxury of communicating with the outside world, I needed to lesson plan for my English classes, and let us not forget that I moved to Spain with aspirations of eventually doing some mobile creative work and blogging about it from the road.  How was a girl supposed to be productive and connected without the wifi?   

I would also have many evenings (while still making friends here) that the idea of having a good bottle of cava and a Netflix binge would allow me to feel like I just died and gone to mindless heaven.  This wifi problem was just plain cramping my style.  Damn you, Internet!  I had become so reliant on Thee! Well, good thing the Universe was listening to my thoughts consuming this need for connectivity.  

While I was figuring out the details of how I could have wifi (in a temporary living situation), I found Paco!  You see, there is always a solution IF you put your energy into finding it, ladies.  Vice versa, there will always be a problem, if you put your energy there too, so be sure to set your frequency Kenneth and dial in that good vibration for manifesting what you need to find your happy place.  

Mine this week and for many to come, would be at a no frills Catalan style cafe, called Tabalots (with free wifi), where a cold drink and a cafe con leche were always waiting, and a great conversation in English with Paco was always on the menu.  Here I enjoyed my fill of cerveza (beer), cava (Spanish champagne), and cafe con leches (coffee with milk).  I would also experience the lip smacking glory of a Spanish candy bar called Kinder Bueno for the first time, and it was not only Kinder good; it was grrrrrrrreat!  Did you see what I did there people?  (My minimal Spanish, infused with a cereal reference from the 80's.)

I'd also become schooled in a different type of bikini here at Tabalots.  Hold the tube tops gals; because this one is Spain's version of a grilled cheese. Pressed Serrano (dry cured) ham and cheese.  Yes, please!   

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The point of this post is that this so-called problem of having no wifi at home introduced me to an iconic little joint in my new neighborhood.   I may not have otherwise discovered it if I were sitting home slugging back cava while zoning out to Netflix.  

Side note:  Even when I eventually figured out my wifi issues at home, I still preferred to sit at Tabalots as frequently as possible to feel more connected to the community and my sweet little Spanish neighborhood.   

Image from Tabalots Facebook Page

Tabalots is located at Carrer de la Diputació, 44, 08770 Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Barcelona.  It's the first cafe you will see on the left as you enter the wine village by way of the train from Barcelona.  Be sure to stop in and say hello to Paco and his lovely wife Billie for me!  Have yourself a cold cerveza (beer) on tap and one of my favorites was the grilled chicken sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and mayo (bocadillo de pollo).  This is a great stop if you are into Spanish football (soccer) and want to have an authentic neighborhood experience during a game.    

Phone: 938 91 06 75

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
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Be sure to give what you wish to receive

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today I would be reminded that I might love traveling, but I am not a "fly-by-night" friend, and how important community is if you decide to adopt a mobile lifestyle.  

I had been "a movin and a shakin" my first couple weeks here in Spain and finally felt settled in enough now to start missing my friends and family from back home.  I left in such haste to take this unexpected job opportunity abroad that I couldn't spend much time with all my special peeps before leaving the country.  I had been down this "moving road" before, and parts of relocating just aren't easy.  

As an American (teaching English) in a small village in Spain, I had some explaining to do here.  For small town villagers, uprooting from your home is an unlikely thing to do.  I often got questioned about leaving home and about missing my family and friends while here in Spain.  

Of course, I missed my family and friends.  I had been missing them ever since leaving home for the first time when I was just seventeen years old and heading off to college (in California by way of New Jersey).  Being far from home doesn't stop me from missing my loved ones.  How could it?  That would be complete madness.  I love my family and friends from home (and now back home to me has several locals: New Jersey, California, Colorado).

I love meeting the beautiful people of the world, but the ones that I have left behind are never forgotten.  In fact, they have now become more important than ever before.  I'd never take one moment with them for granted like I might have when I could see them every day.  I'd never lose the chance to tell them I loved them like I might have forgotten back home because I was just "living my life" with them side by side.  I would never pass up the opportunity to reminisce about the chapter in time that we had the pleasure of being together every day or close to it. 

Quick Facts:

New York - Los Angeles 2451 miles.

New York - Barcelona 3842 miles.

Spain wasn't my first move from home.  Heck, I was a Jersey girl coming to Spain by way of a ten-year stint in Colorado after living in California for several years.  I had done this all before, and as soon as flying is the requirement for visits, all moves are pretty much created equal in my book.  Sure, the flight was longer now, and nobody spoke the same language as me, but I was still feeling love all around me and was being well-taken care of here in this fabulous foreign land.  I have always been very fortunate to receive what seems like "immediate" and genuine love from others (no surprise here, because that is just what I give to everyone I meet).  My mother always said, "Jeanne might not have a lot of money, but she is rich in friends."  Well, that couldn't be truer.  I was very rich in friendships and love and always have been.   I truly appreciate the kindness of people, and I present myself to everyone I meet with my heart, right on my sleeve, at all times.  What you see is what you get up in here!     

What I can't do, however, is guarantee how long we will be neighbors, but I can assure my people this!  "You have my heart, my full attention, my love and my friendship from the first moment I meet you until the last breath I take."  I might love traveling, but I am not a "fly-by-night" friend, and this, my chicas, is paramount if you decide to adopt a mobile lifestyle.  There is nothing more important than having a strong sense of community, real friends and love all around you.  So be sure always to give what you wish to receive, and you will always feel a hug from the universe wherever you go!  


 

 

"Jeanne, you will always be surrounded by people who love you wherever you are"   Mike Volk of Manhattan Beach, CA

 

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

Pan con tomate!

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today's lunch invite would land me a lesson in how to prepare a favorite Catalan starter called Pan con Tomate at a rustic wine bodega in the Penedès.

The weekend had officially arrived, and I received another invite to eat! Hooray!  This time I was going to a wine bodega located in Lavern (Subirats) in the heart of the Penedès (halfway between Barcelona and Tarragona) and just outside of the tiny Spanish wine village where I lived.  Here I would find out where Cava and Gastronomy join hands together and sing Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya!  Ha-ha!   I had no idea what to expect, but I was about to enter into a unique "weekend only" eating experience at a beautiful wine bodega on this lovely Spanish afternoon.   This little gem was called Canals & Casanovas, and they provided a very rustic traditional Catalan BBQ experience (offered only on the weekends) at their family owned wine bodega situated in the heart of Spanish wine country.  Picture cava, with an open fire BBQ, surrounded by vineyards, while sharing food in a big family party kind of way.  Spaniards love their grilled meats and veggies, and here we would find wonderful choices in grand portions of anything from delicious grilled artichokes to sausages. 

It was a crowded restaurant, but we quickly found ourselves a temporary seat to enjoy a bottle of cava while we waited for our table.  Upon entering the restaurant from the exterior, I began to smell the tantalizing BBQ lingering into the air from the open fire grill.  It was a loud Spanish style dining room, so don't come here expecting a quiet ritzy lunch for two.  Expect in-your-face flames, excellent cava, fresh food with a rustic Spanish ambiance.  

Today, was the day that I first learned about the ever so famous pa amb tomaquet (bread with tomato written in Catalan or otherwise known as Catalan bread) which is typical of Catalunya country.  This simple dish is also known as pan con tomate (bread with tomato written in Spanish).  My wonderful hosts would show me how to prepare this lovely bread in the local Catalunya style. Picture big hunks of country bread rubbed with fresh garlic (this part is optional for the breath conscious) and then each half of a sliced tomato is rubbed into the bread somewhat turning it into a fresh tomato marmalade.  From here you drizzle on your choice of fresh olive oil (there is no shortage of it in Spain) and a dash of salt.  Yum!  I was experiencing such joy in the simplest  of ingredients  here in Spain that are often overlooked back home in the U.S.  My palate was having a complete rebirth as I began to re-introduce life's simplest pleasures to it on a daily basis.

This countryside bread was not only suitable for the freshest of tomatoes, but also the perfect resting place to spread some freshly made aioli.  Aioli is another big Mediterranean starter here in Spain created with garlic, olive oil and sometimes an emulsifier like an egg to whip it all together.  From here we enjoyed the seasonal calgots, which I had described in an earlier post as something similar to a leek or a scallion, then grilled, peeled and dipped into a special romesco (nut and red pepper) sauce and eaten.  I loved the grilled artichokes and sausages that followed and just when I couldn't eat another thing, they came with desert! 

For desert, they served up flan with whipped cream and known in the inner circles (yes, we are in!) as Pajamas because you will likely pass out and nap after you finish it.  Don't forget to dunk some sweets into your digestif or you can choose to simply sip it down and digest.      

On the way out, I'd find out that this family bodega carries three generations of vine cultivations and here they take great pride in their craftsmanship of cava, wine, and olive oil.  And...if you stick around long enough, you might have an opportunity to chat with all three generations, like I did, after stuffing my face in a "no rush" Spanish way on this particular Saturday afternoon in Spain.   

Side note:  When it comes to cava, I was always told to order Brut because the other varieties are filled with tons of sugar.  Well, you don't have to worry about getting a sugar hangover here!  It's all natural baby, all of the cavas here are only of the Brut variety.  Hooray for no-brainer sparkly beverages!   

Canals y Casanovas is located at Joan Maragall 24, 08770 Sant Sadurni d'Anoia, Spain.  Make it part of your weekend lunch plans!  
Telephone: +34 938 91 11 03

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

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Pincho de tortilla

Photo provided by Wikipedia and modified by Bohemian Agent

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today I would find out about a very popular snack from the North of Spain called Pinchos while celebrating the week's end at a quaint Spanish restaurant called Cafe Marisa in Sant Sadurni D'Anoia. 

I had now called Spain home for two entire weeks, and I would shortly be introduced to some of the sweetest people in the wine village, along with an incredibly tasty dish here in Spain.  I successfully made it through the first week of teaching English in the small wine village and happily ended the week with a lovely invitation to enjoy pinchos and cava at a quaint Spanish restaurant called Cafe Marisa.

Of course, I had no idea what "pinchos" were, but I had become fast friends with the cava and couldn't wait to get my hands on some more to celebrate the week's end.  It turns out on Friday evening, at this charming restaurant, they offer a "happy hour" deal until 8 pm on a variety of delightful pinchos.  I would find out that pinchos are very popular in the North of Spain and they are mainly small tapas but "spiked" with a toothpick and typically eaten at bars or taverns as a little snack while socializing with friends.  Well, sign me up!  

I would have never guessed I'd become such an enthusiast for something as simple as eggs with potatoes, but I fell instantly in love with the delicious pincho of "tortilla de patatas."  Also known as "pincho de tortilla."  This particular cafe still holds the number one place in my heart for this traditional Spanish dish.  It was delectable!   A very thick homemade omelette cooked with a tower of thinly sliced potatoes inside and then the tortilla (Spanish omelette) itself cut into thin slices and served atop a slice of pan (bread).  Lastly, of course, it was spiked with a toothpick making it easy to share and pass amongst the table.

In America, we aren't accustomed to eating eggs in the evening but don't "hold the huevos" (eggs) in the night here in Spain!  Bring those bad boys out and celebrate Spain's twist on the simple ingredient alongside a sparkling Spanish cava (Spain's version of champagne).  

 

Cafeteria Marisa is located at Carrer de Barcelona, 08770 Sant Sadurni D'Anoia, Barcelona.  Go on Friday before 8pm and try those delish little Pinchos de tortilla!  

Phone: +34 637 00 95 07

 

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

 

I've got "The Crane Kick" coming sisters!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I will begin this post by telling you that I have got a giant Daniel-san style "Crane Kick" coming at ya (later in the story).  Otherwise, I believe we are at the point in the story for a quick recap and a surprise at the end. 

If you aren't up to speed; here are two good posts to get you feeling the Bohemian Agent vibe about my "sell it all" journey to Spain.  These two posts explain both the start and finish of the first leg of the adventure abroad (and all the good stuff is in between):

So far, we've got all the juicy necessities of a god damn good story, haven't we?  Moving to Spain in ten days to follow dreams long ignored.  There's been a struggle, a time crunch, a triumph, a new adventure and a very happy ending, that continues to be happy over one year later!  I've got plenty of spirited stories to send your way from here ladies, but first!   We must pause, and appreciate the journey thus far, my chicas!  

I want to spread the love, shake my sisters up, get you planning some adventures.  I want that same love to spread to your fellow sisters (or brothers, I don't discriminate).   All of the events that have transpired so far in this blog story have effortlessly manifested themselves into an inspirational tale I am proud to call "You Did It Motherf*cker."  

Let me explain.  It's time to celebrate what has already transpired on this travel journey, my sisters.  However, I need some very serious, very loving, and very honest "Jersey style" feedback on this bad boy before it goes live.  Without further ado, I present you:

You Did It Motherf*cker
An inspirational tale.
How the power of setting intentions and a big brass vagina got me to Spain in 10 days.  

Book Preface:

I'd like to begin by thanking my big brass vagina (big brass balls didn't seem appropriate, as I lack that anatomy) and the Universe for allowing this book to manifest so naturally in the pursuit of great happiness abroad. 

Book Summary:

"You Did It Motherf*cker" is an inspirational tale about a girl from Jersey, turned artist in Denver, confronting her own maximalist tendencies in order to rediscover the bohemian spirit overseas.   One woman on a journey to allow dreams that had been long ignored to manifest.   This short story explains how moving to Spain in pursuit of a more mobile lifestyle flew from a dream, to reality, at speeds faster than Superman trying to reverse time to save Lois Lane.  How fast? Ten days to be exact!  The second part of this personal narrative continues to detail the wanderlust adventure by recounting the joy, abundance, and lessons received in the first ten days of this glorious journey abroad.  May you enjoy this little tale of how the power of setting intentions like a boss, along with the bravery to trust in the Universe (using the Law of Attraction) got me to Spain in ten days.

Here comes "The Crane Kick":

I need to know if you are feeling this like I am gals!  Have I gone too far this time?  Ha-ha!  I mean, would you buy this motherf*cker if you saw it on the bookshelves?  Would you want your best friend to have this motherf*cker too? Are you feeling the awesomeness of this motherf*cker like I am?  This book, to me, is like that final crane kick that Daniel-san breaks out to take down that blonde haired bully Johnny.  It's the last part of the Karate Kid (right before that mean-ass sensai yells "finish him" and ...the crane kick comes out of nowhere leading Daniel-san to whoop some motherf*cking ass!  In my case, the proverbial bully would be the serial jap slaps (from life) I was taking at the start of the story.  I am asking you to be my Mr. Miyagi ladies (and gentlemen).  Guide me, tell me what you think.  Love? Hate? Excitement?   

I am completely in the final editing phase and would love to know your thoughts on the cover, title and reading experience so far.  Shout me!  And, are you on this mailing list yet?

I want you to watch the video below and insert yourself into the Mr. Miyagi character while he studies the moves of Daniel-san leading him straight to victory!  I can't do this alone ladies. Sending so much love! 

Side note: I never realized how much I loved that enthusiastic woman who was yelling "Come on Daniel, you can do it!  Come on."  Ha-ha!  

Click here to watch "The Crane Kick" from The Karate Kid here for those of you reading this offline:

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Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

The perfect moment

At this juncture on the Spain train, I was feeling pretty aligned with my purpose and path to rediscovering my authentic self.  I knew that I was exactly where I needed to be and doing exactly what I needed to do: to rebuild my previously wounded Bohemian spirit.  My inner wanderlust continued to shine each and every day; beginning from the first moment I had touched down in glorious Spain.  Each new day felt as though it had become the best one yet.  I slowly learned how to become more present with myself and to trust everything was just as it should be in all areas of my life.  

I can clearly picture the moment where all of this clarity first hit me in Spain.  I sat atop a beautiful picnic area on a park bench overlooking the vineyard of the biggest Cava producer in Spain and reveled in the tranquility.  I recall thoroughly breathing in this wonderful moment both visually and emotionally, and while doing so, receiving a text from one of my favorite girls from Jersey.   

  

What propelled this particular text straight to "extra special" status was that I hadn't heard from this friend since I first expressed the idea of moving to Spain.  Ironically she had been one of the first people that I had communicated my initial unfiltered thought of moving abroad (reminding me at this very moment of the power of setting clear grandiose intentions and all I had done to make mine a reality).  It hadn't even been that long.  But, something about all time and space seemed to practically stop each day making sure I had appreciated every individual moment I could.  It had already felt like I lived a lifetime's worth of adventure in this very short blip of time.  So, with all that said, this would probably be the absolute best text message I could have received summarizing all these simultaneous revelations (no surprise here and thanks for the clarity and pat on the back Universe).    

As I opened the text, it simply said: "You did it Mother F*cker."  I remember almost reading it in slow motion and basking in every single word of this brilliant sentence.  It was at this moment that I felt pretty damn proud of every last life experience that had to lead me to this perfection.  I don't think any other words could have collectively summarized my experience more precisely than these.  I laughed my ass off.  Followed by a deep meditative breath and basked in the warm glow that lit up my soul on this perfect day and most days to follow from here.

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

Get your bark back on!

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today I would learn to channel my inner Snoop D.O. double G and get my bark back on as I accepted the valuable lessons that would come with some struggles during the start of my journey of teaching English in Spain. 

Here's the honest truth.  It wasn't all roses in Spain.  But, with that came valuable lessons that were part of my journey.  My first month of teaching English was no picnic. But, I did my best and believed that would produce the best results seeing that "like attracts like" in the law of attraction. The real truth is, things always ultimately work out, as they should in the end.  However, in my case (and perhaps yours) not before some self-created struggles.  I had been on a good vibration with the Universe on manifesting this opportunity in Spain.  I intuitively believed that there was to be some chaos involved in accepting this position during the middle of the school year.   So guess what?  That's what I would receive.  "You receive what you believe ladies!"  So, be very careful here.  Get those limiting beliefs out of your head and unearth them from your subconscious as soon as possible.  

I was, indeed: feeling in the driver's seat of my life here in Spain. But, I just was unaware of fears and negative beliefs that remained within me from my past that would attract...guess what?  More of the same.  I hadn't established the clear connection to some hidden sabotaging thoughts, and they would arise and manifest themselves as part of this teaching English experience.  However, I haven't shared this with you to get you down.  

Insert Debbie Downer soundclip here for those reading this offline.  

In fact, it's quite the opposite sisters of the world.  You have just received very empowering information, my manifesting chicas!  It means that you are never a victim idly standing by while watching your life hopelessly take a nosedive.  The reality is that you have created that nosedive with your very own thoughts and beliefs!  The sooner you see and admit that truth to yourself, the sooner the negativity will vanish into thin air.  

So then, I ask you.  What things in your life seem like dive bomb city gals?  Unearth those ugly dogs and get your bark back on sister girls.  That's just what I did, and that's just what happened here.  Might I suggest a reading pause here to blast some Snoop Dogg and get in touch with your inner D-O-double G to really bring this point home?  That's right, I want you to feel this power.    

Insert video of Snoop Dogg - Bow wow wow yippie yo yippy yay here for those of you reading this offline.  

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

Something was different now

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  My unshakeable trust in the Universe would bring me great joy on this day in Spain as I learned to receive the abundance of a smooth first day teaching English abroad.

My first ten days in Spain had already come and gone and were spent with grandiose enjoyment.  Sure, the first ten days required tons of to-do's and daunting checklists to prepare for my new job teaching English on day eleven.  But every single minute of it felt like a gift.  Something was much different now.  When I think about the energy required to exit the U.S.A. versus that required entering into Spain, they seem like comparing night and day in my memory. 

To accomplish my dream of coming to Spain, it required getting clear on what I wanted, believing I could have it with every fabric of my being and then taking massive inspired action (jumping over hurdles that would make Bruce Jenner blush).  All while having a certain unshakeable trust in the success of my mission.  This required belief with all my heart that it was already mine for the taking and visualizing that I was already there enjoying my new adventure abroad. 

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Receiving my desire to come to Spain occurred in record speed, at record speed.  The Universe knows nothing of time, so your manifestations might come faster than you ever initially imagined.  Leaving the country wasn't without its challenges. But, the biggest obstacles would seem to solve themselves quickly and with great ease, as I let the Universe guide me through the "how" of it all and kept focused on believing and trusting in the outcome of the “what”.      

Arriving in Spain also came with its overwhelming moments. There were hurdles to jump as well.  But, I now had a better relationship with my power to create, and the trust would come more naturally here (when I consciously tuned into it).  The Universe gave me what I wanted.  A job in the Barcelona region of Spain starting in January 2016.  I had manifested that position at the end of December 2015.  I managed to align myself with the idea that leaving the country with ten days to do it was indeed a possibility and so it was.  And, here I was.   About to begin my first day of work at the new job I had accepted in Spain.  

Today would require more work on trust.  But, honestly; it didn't feel like work at all.  The feeling of trust on this day came with ease (even though I was entering into an entirely new challenge in my life).  I was beginning a position teaching English as a foreign language. My students would range from executives at the Cava companies to students of all ages at the cultural center.  The small cultural center had lost both English teachers simultaneously in the mid of the year (hence the hasty job opening).  I accepted this position knowing full well what this situation might entail (the possibility of chaos).  Looking back now, I may have gone far as creating an unknown agreement to this idea, but it would not rear itself on this day.  

Today, I had set the intention that all would go smoothly with my first English lessons.  I envisioned my arrival to each of the companies occurring with ease and meeting my students at the cultural center going equally as effortlessly.   My plan was to trust, introduce myself with a get-to-know-you lesson and hope for the best.  And, that's what I received.

Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
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I love Google Maps in Spain!

Tiny Adventures in Spain:  Today Google Maps would guide wind me through the streets of my small village leading me past an unexpected Cava museum at Caves Blancher in Sant Sadurni, D'Anoia in Spanish wine country.  

It was now Sunday, my 10th day in Spain.  With tomorrow being my first day of teaching English as a foreign language (ever), I figured a good starter idea might be to learn how to get to the school from my new apartment.  It was already quite clear from the lack of info I'd received about my students that the following day would come with enough surprises.  I felt it best to remove finding the school from that (already intimidating) list immediately.  With that said, I grabbed my keys excitedly to explore my new neighborhood and let Google Maps guide the way!  A quick side note here: Google Maps is just about one of the best things you can have for getting around even the most obscure and tiniest of villages here in Spain.  I absolutely love using Google Maps in Spain!  Don't leave that off your download list if you are taking a whirl over here for an adventure yourself.  

As Google Maps led me up the hill, it would only be one block before I would start winding my way past bodega (winery) after bodega (winery).  I felt my heart flutter a bit as I grabbed my iphone camera to capture everything while I wound through the streets of Sant Sadurni D'Anoia in the Barcelona region of Spain.  I couldn't help notice one of the bodegas being open, and I slipped through the door peeking my head in with exploratory inquisition and behold!  It had its own little museum inside all about cava.  I love unexpected discoveries! I wasn't sure if I should be buying something or if my poking around was accepted here, but I proceeded along with my poking and hoped for the best.  

I wound up having an exciting visual tour in this tiny cava museum at Caves Blancher, but without a guide or the slightest clue how to read Spanish, I'm afraid I can't take you on the full detailed journey of what I'd found there that day.  It was just simply an unexpected adventure on my way to finding the school where I would be teaching English as a foreign language the following day.  I happily enjoyed the spontanetiy of it for that brief moment in time.  I then continued up the hill arriving at my destination after a quick 10 minutes walk from the new apartment.  Not too shabby, I thought!  I decided at that point; I had scored a great living location for getting to work relatively quickly (and easily thank you Universe) now allowing me plenty of time to continue my Sunday exploring.

I had no other specific destination in mind for the remainder of this day, so I shut off my Google Maps for the moment and began walking in the first direction that looked intriguing.  

It would be just a short ways further where I'd come across something interesting enough to stop me in my tracks and park myself at an outdoor table for a cava in the sun.  I had stumbled upon what felt like a private concert sung by a little wine village version of "The Gypsy Kings" made up of a few happy Spaniards enjoying cerveza (beer) and a guitar at the next table.  I soaked in the sun and the music while deciding that there wasn't much point in killing myself with worry about the lack of information I had going into my first day of teaching English the following day.

Caves Blancher is located at Plaça del Pont Romà, 15, 08770 Sant Sadurní d'Anoia, Barcelona.  Go ahead and pop in for a spontaneous tour to see the tiny Cava Museum on the weekend!  Be forewarned most smaller Bodega's in town don't speak English but why should they when you are here for the full Spanish experience.  Embrace the unknown my wanderlust sisters!  

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Hi, I am a Bohemian Agent, a Female Traveler full of wanderlust and adventure!  My name is Jeanne Connolly, and this is the beginning of my travel story.  I hope you join me for the ride.  Bohemian Agent is a travel blog dedicated to inspired story-telling, life after 40, international living and travel experiences as a solo female explorer.  
 
Sending love and adventure your way until the next post.   I post every Monday and Wednesday.  Be sure to subscribe to the blog for all our updates.  

xo,
Jeanne, The Bohemian Agent

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