Photo Gallery: Turkey Run State Park – Indiana

On my visit back to the United States, my family and I decided to go camping. It had been a few years since I had done such a thing. We used to do it actively back when I was younger. We had a trailer, went four-wheeling on the Oregon coast and even took a road trip to Canada. Since we sold our trailer (years ago… I must have not even been 10 years old), we haven’t done much camping, and naturally, I am much more of a city girl. But hiking and kayaking have always remained one of my favorite things to do when outdoors, and I was lucky to do such a thing with my family. This was the first time I was in the states for more than a week and a half (I was there about three weeks – more about that and the reverse culture shock in an upcoming post). Continue reading “Photo Gallery: Turkey Run State Park – Indiana”

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”

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A silent still of history. Sometimes it expresses more than what words can say. It can show emotions, a second of an expression of life. They too, tell stories.

Bisous, 

Veronica

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Saturday Shenanigans: Friends, Wine and Festivals

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I woke up on Saturday listening to the rain. At first, I smiled a little bit because I love the kind of rain that falls slowly, not the kind in Indiana where you feel that at some point the windows are going to break due to the harshness… but then there was a pit in my stomach. What about all my plans for the day? I thought. Paris seemed to be on our side though, because by 10 in the morning, the sky had cleared. Continue reading “Saturday Shenanigans: Friends, Wine and Festivals”