I am completely lost.
I felt like I was living in the movie Under the Tuscan Sun as we walked the streets of Nice. Buildings seemed to be on top of one another, the clothes lines hanging from one side to the other, people crowded on the streets and yelling at one another. Continue reading “Just Like the Movies”
This headache is pounding. I am putting words together, hoping they are right and in the end they come out as a big, jumbled mess. I can see the look of confusion on both my host parents’ eyes when I am trying to express myself in French, and I want to hide myself under a rock when I say something wrong or cannot communicate. Continue reading “I Have a Migraine”
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!”