Berkley Center

A few weeks ago, I sat on the edge of a colorful canal that juts straight into the capital of one of the world’s happiest countries. I listened intently to my host mom seated beside me, as she explained some of the perks and grievances of working a…

Every morning, at what feels like the crack of dawn, I make the trek to my familiar metro stop—Manuel Becerra in the Salamanca neighborhood of Madrid, Spain. As I walk half asleep to my platform, I pass the same poster. More than 100 metro trips have…

“I can’t wait for the sheep to die,” my friend confessed, with what can only be described as a sheepish smile. “Every morning when the first call to prayer starts at sunrise, they ‘baa’ right outside my window. But it isn’t cute; they sound like old…