This weekend I was extremely lucky to have one of my dearest friends from Colorado visit me in France! In the hopes of doing some exploring and adventuring we planned to go to Cassis, France for a night. Cassis is a little town known for its proximity to the Calanques National Park. The Calanques are large inlets, that almost resemble fingers, stretching into the Mediterranean Sea. Calanque directly translates from French to English as a 'rocky inlet'.
Today is November 26, 2016. About a month ago, I boarded a ship across the Strait of Gibraltar, a narrow strip of water that connects the Atlantic and the Mediterranean sea, to Morocco.
1. Go to the beach
"I read the news today, oh boy…." A day in the life story is only done right with a Beatles tribute.
Picture your home. Do you feel scared or associate it with danger? Can you imagine what it would be like to leave everything and everyone you know behind and enter a completely foreign country?
Unfortunately, there are many out there who do this everyday. In the past year alone, Italy has received over 110,000 migrants. 4,000 attempted to cross the Mediterranean by boat and never made it. So what does this mean?
I am officially at the point in the semester when I’m ready to say goodbye, pack up, and go back home. There’s a large part of me that, if, for whatever reason, the remainder of my study abroad program was terminated, I wouldn’t be too sad that I would have to return home sooner than expected. Now don’t get me wrong; I’m not trying to say that things have taken a terrible turn and that I hate being here in Spain. Nothing terrible has happened (except midterms, but those are terrible no matter where you are in the world).
*This blog is a few weeks late but I still feel it applies.
Earlier this week, I was helping a friend with a focus group session. As Thanksgiving was only a few days away at this point and we were discussing food waste, it only seemed logical for the conversation to shortly dip that direction and discuss how wasteful and gluttonous of a holiday Thanksgiving can be in the States. An Italian man piped across from me and asked, “What’s that?”