Authors Posts by Candace Fykes

Candace Fykes

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An English teacher and writer making her way in Spain.

Por Favor, Move!

One of the most enlightening aspects of being an expat has nothing to do with changing space. It is, in fact, exploring and challenging the concept of human nature. One will soon realize that there were some aspects of...
Over time, I've learned that one of the major signs of maturity is learning to come to terms with your own personal paradoxes. For me, mine has become quite clear: I have a lot of stuff but I love...

Barcelona, Be Loved

There are view places in the world that live up to their own hype in the way that Barcelona does. There is simply no way to understate its beauty and majesty. Seated promptly on the northern coast, this former...

Depositing Drama

Eleven months ago, I was searching through Facebook trying to find accommodations in Madrid. The summer camp in Galicia where I was working was coming to an end, and I knew I needed a place to stay. I had yet...
I’ve got Spanish money. By that, I don’t mean pesetas. Those haven’t been in circulation since 2002. Nor do I mean euros. They don't have much use here in New Jersey. By Spanish money, I mean the amount of...
I've never been a big coffee drinker. You could blame it on a lack of exposure growing up. None of the adults in my household drank it. Or you could also blame it on my childhood aversion to all...
  Hosting visitors can be a bit tricky, even in ideal situations. After spending extensive time together, even your most beloved friends or family can become annoying. What's more, as a host, dealing with a guest's dietary restrictions, different sleeping habits, moodiness,...

Hometown Tourist

The Visitor Last April during Semana Santa, my roommate and I hosted a wonderful couch surfer from Catalonia. He had come to Minorca to walk the Camí de Cavalls, the name given to the trail that circumvents the island. He...
A curious thing has occurred to me in the two weeks that I've been back in New Jersey. Nobody wears pants. Okay, this is obviously somewhat of an exaggeration, but not by much. I first noticed it at the airport,...
I was nineteen years old when Elizabeth Gilbert published Eat, Pray, Love. At the time, like the rest of the country, I was enamored with Gilbert's international journey of self-discovery and emotional healing. For the four of you who...