The other night I put a mug of water in the microwave for two minutes, went to pull it out, and promptly burned my hand, which resulted in two still healing blisters. This demonstration of absentmindedness or sheer stupidity aside, however, my experiences in the past few weeks have left me feeling incredibly competent. Living in a residencia with hundreds of Spanish students, a cafeteria, a spiteful microwave, and a mini-fridge didn’t immediately impart to me a feeling of grown-up-ness. Travel, however, did.
