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This evening marks a full 17 days of being in Paris! And even though it’s true that Paris is beautiful in any weather it’s overcome by, I am so happy that it’s finally starting to clear up! The forecast for today is 73 degrees Fahrenheit and sunny – and we’ve gotten to enjoy that weather for the past few days now. It’s what this city needs to soak up all of the excess weight that the Seine has packed on!
My big sister got married this month. When I was applying to study abroad in New Zealand, I made sure that I would be able to travel back to California to support my sister the week of her wedding. Since everyone in NZ is so relaxed, my teachers seemed confused when I asked them if it was okay for me to miss class. They sort of looked at me like, “I’m not sure why you are asking permission; you are an adult who can make their own decision about whether or not you will attend class.” So with that was settled, I boarded another
From the very beginning of my travels, I knew this was a period of my life which I would be learning. I’m not quite sure I understood the depth to which I’d be learning – until I sat down after a week of being in Ireland and reflected.
People keep giving me that look when I tell them that I’m going to Barcelona with IES Abroad for six weeks to take a class in Spanish conversation. It’s that look of skepticism and confusion, sometimes even with a little bit of disgust mixed in, that people show when they see or hear something completely unexpected. You see, I’m extremely introverted. I often ignore people or pretend that I’m too busy to talk in order to avoid having conversations. Even when I’m
This past Thursday, I drove the familiar road to Muizenburg to attend an afternoon session at the 9Mile Surf Project.
As I sit here to type this, I am exhausted, but happily so. I've now been in Berlin for nearly three full days and at the end of each day, I find myself drained and ready to go to sleep as soon as I get home (wait - that might actually be me even when I'm not in Germany).
It’s been one week. Somehow, I’ve only been back in the United States for one week. How could that possibly be possible. It feels like it’s been months. There are things I love about it, and things I hate. Reverse culture shock is real, people. The benefits are obvious things like getting to see my friends and having my car back in my driveway. I’m not living at home (because of an internship) but at least now I’m on the same continent as my family.
