A great part of living in Rondebosch is being in close proximity to a lot of different parts of the great Mother City, but nothing has been as stimulating as walking to Stormers Stadium. Disclaimer: I know nothing about rugby, and my football knowledge is limited.

I get on a plane headed for Omaha in the morning. I’m sitting here in my nearly vacant room next to a fully packed suitcase and thinking about these past six weeks. There has been some turbulence along the way, but the good times and good connections I’ve made here completely override the bad. There are so many moments that keep popping up in my mind as I try to recount the whirlwind that has been my study abroad experience.

This past weekend I took the train and spent two days in Nice. I will try to avoid the conventional “Nice is nice,” to describe my time there, though yes. Nice is, in fact, very nice.

Hello, again,

Here’s another quick update. I’m incredibly busy as this is my last week here. I leave on Saturday. I can’t believe it.

This past weekend we took a three day trip along the Garden Route, which is essentially the coastline between the Western Cape and the Eastern Cape. Our first stop was at the Cango Wildlife Ranch, where we saw lots of native animals like tigers, crocs and lemurs. Some of us even had the opportunity to pet and interact with the big cats!

Saturday, July 12th

After spending four and a half months in Buenos Aires, coming back to the US was a shock.  I had heard from other students who had studied abroad that going back home is difficult and that many go through another round of culture shock when they are back in the US.  I was skeptical of this and thought students were just being dramatic.  I never thought the country I had spent 21 years in could ever seem strange to me.  I thought things would click back into place instantaneously as soon as I landed in JFK.  But that was not