The number of things that go into preparing to live in a foreign city for a semester is expansive. In the past few months I have had to create a budget outline translated from dollars to euros, call up my phone company to discuss what options I have for… More
(for added flair, feel free to listen to Whitney Houston’s “I Will Always Love You” while reading this) I’ve been home for a month now, and it’s been difficult. The first few days were great—I hadn’t eaten a Dorito or a sour gummy worm in almost a year… More
There are lots of great spots in Rome—the Spanish Steps with their hustle and bustle, the Trevi Fountain with its bright gleaming marble, the Vatican with its impressive size and intimidating figures—but there’s no place that I love more than the Pantheon… More
My grandpa died three days ago. It feels odd to say it—to put it in writing, have it out in the open. My grandpa died three days ago. It makes being abroad feel odd and ultimately, selfish. I know this isn’t the case—my grandpa wanted me to come abroad… More
When most people think of college spring break, they envision hot places—bikinis, Mexico beaches, a girls-gone-wild situation. At the very least, the ideal spring break is a hot-weather getaway to an exotic locale. The vision wasn’t much different here… More