As my art class and I were sitting on the train and chugging along to The Hague, we could not help but bring up how little time we had left abroad. One friend mentioned how she felt more like herself here than at home and another said how she could not imagine how she ever felt nervous coming to a city which she now loves. I sat and contemplated how I felt as I spotted colorful tulip fields passing us by. When I think about going home in just a month I am not sad but I am also not excited.

          Change always comes on fast; it catches up with us like time– the hour hand always precariously lazy next to the minute hand on a clock. At least we don’t notice change as it’s happening but rather when it decides to shake off the hard work and hike to the next town. You’re left wondering when it began, maybe you even missed the beginning because beginnings are, after all, very hard to spot.

As I have mentioned in past blogs, IES makes it a priority to always has tons of activities planned for us students. This past weekend was without a doubt my favorite activity so far- sailing the Rio del Plata. 

I never understood what all the hype was about Paris. It always seems to be the optimal setting in media such as Gossip Girl, Midnight in Paris, Ratatouille, Moulin Rouge, The Da Vinci Code, The Devil Wears Prada, and the list goes on. Seriously, there is a Wikipedia page dedicated to movies set in Paris. When I was thinking about my next adventure following Rome, I believed Paris was a given. I imagined myself eating macaroons under the Eiffel Tower, strolling down the Seine, and wandering through the Louvre.