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”
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”
I went to London a few weekends ago with the French man, and being in territory that spoke my language hurt my head. I was so excited to be able to explain myself without having to search for words every two phrases. I tried speaking to everyone, meaning from the taxi drivers (most were actually quite, surprisingly nice compared to French taxi drivers), our hotel hostess and the barmen. But it took time to readjust to my own language. It was somewhat of a culture shock to be able to read everything and not have to ask about certain words or look them up in the dictionary (or google translate). I can’t deny that I was excited to hear the English accent as well. Continue reading “London Skyline”
Originally, I was not going to worry about posting anything until after I got back from Spain (where I am spending New Year’s Eve) but this is a story worth telling.
Continue reading “Gypsy Christmas”
Well, here I am on the bus towards the airport after a whirlwind morning of questioning if I would make it (thanks to the Parisian metro). I’m on my way for my next adventure the next few days: Ireland.
Continue reading “Ready, Set…. Go”
I’ve lost my inspiration.
The city no longer captivates me as a wild eyed child, each corner turned holding a new discovery. Continue reading “Midst the Noise”
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!”