Stepping back to Medieval Times : Provins, France

Living in Paris is such a thrilling experience. There is the bustle of the city, the people out on the streets, cafés on every corner… but sometimes it can get quite exhausting and we “Parisians” need a break (am I even considered to be a Parisienne yet?).  Continue reading “Stepping back to Medieval Times : Provins, France”

2017: A Year in Photos

2017 was a year that definitely tested me. The number 7 is one I absolutely hate. Even though it is supposed to be a *lucky number*, it always seems to be that bad luck hits me. 2017 wasn’t the best of years, but it also wasn’t the worst. Continue reading “2017: A Year in Photos”

Reversed Worlds

I am back in Paris, which means I am back to being the foreigner. Yet, for some reason, I feel caught between two worlds. Continue reading “Reversed Worlds”

2017 For Now

When 2017 started off, I was in a rut. I parted ways with my then host family due to scheduling issues, I had just finished up my first semester at the Sorbonne which was highly stressful and in all honesty, I was pretty worn out by a lot of personal things in my life. Jump ahead a few months, and though I am still struggling some mental battles, there are a lot of things to be grateful for in my life at the moment. Continue reading “2017 For Now”

Scared of Mickey to Love for Disney

Here is the story of my first time at Disneyland, which was in Anaheim, California. You would have thought that for an 8 year old at the time, it was every kid’s dream to head to the land of Mickey. It was my nightmareContinue reading “Scared of Mickey to Love for Disney”

Falling In Love With Italy : Milano

I have always been in love with Italy. Italian food has always been top on my list, the language is music to my ears and the culture is not one that shocks me (by experience, the French jumble up Spaniards, Italians and Portuguese in one group: loud). My family has a friend who speaks multiple languages. I have always looked up to him since I was little. He learned Spanish in college and can speak it practically without an accent. I would always beg him to speak to me in two languages, French or Italian, but he tended to speak more in French since it was better than his Italian. Continue reading “Falling In Love With Italy : Milano”