My last trip during my time in Vienna was an extended weekend in Salzburg. I have been hearing about Salzburg for my entire life, and when I lived in Munich as a kid, we would frequently spend time in Salzburg as it is the city where my parents met and fell in love. They studied abroad in college too, and spent a whole year in Salzburg, so they sent me to all of their old hang outs. I went with my friend, Nora, and we had a fabulous weekend. Here are some of the highlights:

Mozart Geburtshaus:

One-hundred days. I have kept a journal during my time in Rome and Wednesday, May 11^th marks the 100^th day that I have spent abroad. In a way it feels like the trips I took recently happened further back than my arrival. I got to Rome only yesterday, but Dublin was so long ago. Time has a strange way of working like that. In a city that has existed for thousands of years in some form, the effects of time are all around you.

Howth stands as one of my all-time favorite places to visit in Ireland. It is the perfect day trip as it offers outdoor markets, cliffside hikes, and lighthouse views. It is only about a forty minute DART ride from Dublin city center to reach the beautiful, quaint seaside village of Howth. I came here on three separate weekends to hike along the cliffside and take a refreshing break from the busy city of Dublin.

Here is a simple, must-do itinerary for your day in Howth. It is the perfect day spent sharing in community with the locals and experiencing the beauty of rural Ireland.

With my final days in Berlin quickly approaching, I am forced to come to terms with two unfortunate facts: I am leaving soon, and I won’t be able to see every single thing the city has to offer. When I came to Berlin, I had a massive list of places I wanted to see, shops I wanted to browse, museums I wanted to go to, restaurants and cafés I wanted to try, and more. Simply put, I wanted to do it all. In a city with over 150 museums alone, this desire was incredibly ambitious, especially considering I would be in the city for less than four months. But how often do I get to Europe?

It’s the last weekend of my program, and as I take the train from Rabat to Marrakech, I feel heavy with memories of my time in such a magnificent country. The landscape around me turns slowly from the lush greens of Casablanca to the cool beiges of the desert caused by the rain shadow of the Atlas Mountains. It’s hard to believe how nonchalant taking a cross-country Moroccan train feels now, compared to the fresh-faced me that appeared in the Rabat airport just four months ago.