Maggie Boreham

Dallas - NYC - Madrid || NYU 2016 || Vegan || Karaoke Enthusiast

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I am not a Cuttlefish

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Madrid, Transformed by Maggie Boreham2 Comments

  So this semester has definitely been an interesting one. I’ve realized a lot about myself and most importantly, realized that I’m not as adaptable as I had previously believed. I love travel and always have loved experiencing new cultures and meeting new people…. Until now. I’ve realized that I’m not a cuttlefish. I know what you’re thinking, “Maggie, clearly …

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The Marvelous Misadventures of Maggie in Madrid

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Madrid, Misadventure by Maggie Boreham2 Comments

Honestly… I’ve messed up a lot in this city: from missing a flight, to breaking my phone (twice), to getting lost alone in the city, to accidentally ordering a pile of squid instead of a side of mushrooms, to booking my train home for the wrong day, trying to speak to Germans in (horrible) Spanish, getting my phone stolen, travelling …

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Free WiFi

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Routine, Madrid by Maggie Boreham1 Comment

It’s easy to romanticize travel. All the stories that I tell my friends or post make life sound much more exciting then it is.  The truth is though, that  I choose to show about 20% of what happens in my daily life. So now, for the first time ever, I will reveal to you my average Madrid Monday: everyone’s favorite …

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Failure to Flirt

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Language, Madrid by Maggie Boreham1 Comment

It’s difficult for me to choose a time within the last three weeks where the language barrier has made me feel like a “near-idiot.” For you see…. There are just so many time this has happened. Just like any Pre-Med student—thinking they are already a doctor, and dishing out health advice to their friends like they are WebMd—I, as a …

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¿Qué?

In Arriving, The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Madrid by Maggie BorehamLeave a Comment

When I boarded the plane to Madrid, I was filled with all sorts of anxieties: Did I pack too much? How well do I actually know Spanish? How is my über high-maintenance American digestive system going to manage Spanish cuisine? For the entire duration of the 8 hour 56 minute flight from Dallas these thoughts bounced around in my head. …