What to Do When You’re an Idiot

Step 1: Denial Shoot out of bed in hopes that there’s still time to catch your plane that was scheduled for take-off ten minutes ago. Despite the fact that the airport is a 30 minute taxi away, your bags are in disarray because you were planning to finish packing after your morning shower, and it’s…

Bar-Chay-Lona

For some reason the way Italians say Barcelona (with a ch) really stuck in my head. I felt like Buddy the elf saying “Fransisco”over and over again just because he liked the sound. My main purpose for going to Barcelona was for an Intervarsity conference, but it also gave me the opportunity to see Weley, a friend…

Firenze, Florence, Fiori

So this post is coming far too late, because despite my personal deadlines…when nothing’s at stake, or at least not really, I still have trouble wanting to sit down and skim through millions of photos. But alas, you’ll get two posts this week, because Florence and Barcelona deserve there own ramblings. So Florence: I’ve heard…

Wes Anderson Lied, But Budapest is Beautiful

Back in my cafe, warm among the aroma of caffeine and fresh-pressed orange juice, I write to you. It seems far too long ago that I was in the UK, even though it was about ten days ago. Since then, I have returned to Rome, left Rome to visit Budapest, returned and am soon to leave…

Four Cities, Four Days

So as I sit on a plane heading to Budapest for the weekend…I realize I have, yet again, missed my tentative/self-given blog deadline. And to all my loving fans, reading this and biting their nails in excitement and impatience for this post, I apologize for the wait. You are the few and far between, but…