This is the blog of a girl whose name is not María. Said girl is a little bit in love with a good many things like Lorrie Moore, sunshine, punishingly sweaty workouts, vocabulary, tall dark and handsomes, figs, and Spain. That last one, in case you’ve not yet guessed, is the very most important.
This blog was begun many, many moons ago in August of 2007. It was originally intended to catalogue the adventures of the girl whose name is not María as she spent a year living in Madrid, Spain, on a Fulbright grant. Since coming home to the U.S. in 2008, Not María has been working as a writer at an interactive firm (hey! she also freelances and is eminently hireable!) and pining, not so quietly, for Iberia. By way of resolving the angst, in August of 2009 the girl whose name is not María shall return to her beloved country, to the arms of beloved friends, and to a Master’s of Spanish program run by Middlebury College.
So, stay tuned–adventures are forthcoming–or at the very least there occasionally ought to be something interesting, educative, or vaguely amusing.
Hello, I just wanted to let you know I’ve been reading your blog and find it high-larious. I’m a Fulbright hopeful to Paris for 08/09 so I’m doing the obligatory pass-the-wait-time-by-stalking-current-grantees thing. Anyway! Good read.
Oh, HI Bethany!
Thanks for stopping by! I’m tickled (and vastly honored, madamme), by the notion that I may occasionally have a readership of some sort outside of my boyfriend, a handful of friends, and some professors at home.
How delightful.
As to you: the months and months worth of wait is killer, is it not? The only solution, to be honest, is to forget you’re waiting for something. Yes, it takes THAT LONG. I wish you all the luck in the world–it’s a phenomenal opportunity!
Also, I hope you realize when you read that my opinions and views in no way reflect those of the Fulbright commission of Spain or Internationally, that I am nothing more than a tiny individual mote spinning in some dustdevil vaguely addressed as a group of “Fulbrighters,” and that the comisión may well wish they’d never hired me. AND that I am the queen of run-on sentences.
But in any case: welcome, thanks for reading, and GOOD LUCK! If you have any questions you…er… know where to find me.
Oh, I assure you: I have plenty of questions, am naturally inquisitive (although my elitism keeps me from probing the minds of most people) and am horrible at taking advice. I kid: …but I probably won’t be able to forget I applied for something. Since I intend that it shall be the springboard for the next chapter of my life and all.
So I’d love to know your whole process of deciding to apply, how it was to write to an ETA proposal (I’m applying as a writer) and all that other junk. Oh, also how many Fulbrighters you stalked prior to your notification. 
Because I like to universalize my behavior. So as not to overwhelm your site, feel free to email me on my page: myspace.com/bcmorrow. 
I write like a 6 year old but I can respect the craft. Keep kicking ass and taking names mademoiselle.
Aww. Thanks, Git! You do what you do, I’ll do what I do.
Thanks for the collab! Keep rockin’.