Alarm goes off. Snooze. Alarm goes off again. Snooze. Alarm goes off a THIRD time. Snooze. This is me in the morning. I HATE mornings, but I love morning classes. Continue reading “Back to the Routine”
Maybe it is the weather. The drizzling rain, the cloudy days, and the countless gray buildings that look more alive in the summer instead of in the cold wind. Maybe it is because this weather does not let me go out and enjoy the streets of Paris like I did when I first arrived here and I feel inclosed. Or maybe, it is something completely, utterly different. Continue reading “Bajón”
Life, you are funny. Really funny.
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”
I made myself a Nutella sandwich with chocolate milk because after a day of acting like an adult and taking care of a little kid, sometimes you deserve to be a kid.
I cannot even start to explain the beauty of this place and the emotions that are running through me. I am awestricken by everything, the language, the people, the streets, the beautiful Mediterranean colored buildings and so forth. Even though much is similar to what I see in Spain, the experience of this foreign land is definitely different. Continue reading “It Feels Like Life”
So it has begun.
I am no longer in the U.S. and that is a weird thought. This morning, I am blogging from the Dublin airport and I can already tell I am in a European country. There are multiple coffee shops, name brand stores and only a limited area for seating. In asking a stewardess how to get to my gate, she already couldn’t understand what to her would be my “accent”. We laughed it off and in her Irish accent, she was able to lead me where to go. Continue reading “Hello From Dublin!”