Spain's What Makes You Beautiful...

...Even though the nine-hour plane ride fucks you up. Luckily I have a hidden gem, a secret superpower, a tiny cardboard angel waiting in my backpack who just can't wait to tackle some bulls, beaches, and vino.

Through customs, baggage claim, and a hazy, jet-lagged day, there has been One Thing cheering me on: the dulcet tones of little Zayn's piercing falsetto. At last we made it to our new home in northeast Madrid, where Zayn posed for a quick selfie with our dazzling view.

Here's to a semester abroad, courtesy of Zayn in Spain!