I take back what I said in my first blog post.  Terrorism does concern me.  By now, everyone has heard about the attacks that occurred in Brussels, and it’s fair to say that we are scared.  A few months ago, despite growing up in a post 9/11 northern New Jersey culture, I didn’t realize that an attack can happen anywhere at any time.  I was naive and I regret that I thought I was immune to this type of danger.  When an attack isn’t a world away, it makes you think.  Truthfully, I debated canc

Two hours of hard street soccer, and my white shirt is soaked through with sweat, and the top of my right foot stings from lacing the leather ball at the opposing teams goal. 

Tuesday, March 22nd, 2016 22:50

Trans Mediterranean Ferry off the Coast of Barcelona

Next week is already midterm week, which marks the halfway point of my time abroad. In fact, two months from today will be my first full day back in the States, which will be a culture shock of its own. Realizing I have almost two months down, but still two to go is a conflicted feeling for me. By now, I would say I’ve experienced the majority of the culture shock and also, conversely, fascination with the culture.

March 22, 2016

My last blog post was titled “A Day in Nice” and I wrote about a quintessential day walking, shopping, and eating in my home away from home that I have grown to love. I didn't talk about the state of emergency or mention the bérets verts, but that's a part of my life in Nice, too. Living day to day along a blue sea is not just that. There's also the ugly part. The part that's knowing what to do in the case of terror attacks. This morning, I woke up to news of terror attacks in Brussels. One in the airport. One in the metro station.