Today was a dream come true, literally. Since 1994, when my high school Spanish teacher, Sra. Samuelson passed around a book of photos of The Alhambra, I've wanted to see this magnificent wonder in person. And now, decades later, I have. Sra. Samuelson was the teacher who had the greatest impact on my life. She taught us Spanish, but through a lens of social responsibility, culture, music, food, and art. She taught me more about art than my art teacher (sorry, Mr. Teigen, but one can only learn so much from years of the repetitive drawing taxidermied deer and duck decoys). Most of all, her classes instilled me that travel was a possibility for me. That the world, beyond my rural Wisconsin hometown of 1200 people, was waiting. I may stumble a bit through my Castellano, but the Spaniards are patient and kind and happy to listen. Entering the Nasrid Palaces today, my emotions surged and I couldn't help but be moved. Not only for the incredible beauty that is La Alhambra, but for the gratitude of having a teacher so dedicated to showing me the world so I could crave it for myself.