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!”
I never know how to say goodbye. Either at times I choke up and cry or I try to sustain what I am feeling until I am out of sight. For a girl who has moved 13 times in her life, you would think that goodbyes would be easy. Continue reading “Au Revoir”
“You must just be so ecstatic about going to France, you are going to have so much fun, you are going to drink so much wine and eat lots of baguettes, cheese and chocolate. Don’t forget about us here in the U.S.”