Final Hoorah: Portugal, Tuscany, Copenhagen

Perhaps I’ve waited so long to write this post because I know it means the end of an era. Aka…no more travel posts. If I do maintain a steady blog posting it can only include adventure stories of work, sleep, or biking a few miles somewhere and back. For now and probably for the near…

Nice: a farewell to France

Nice in nice…or some other cliche like this is something I tried to avoid saying because I’d heard the corny line too many times already; however, it’s true. I froze my butt off in Belgium then took a few finals and geared up for beach weather in the French Riviera.   Hopelessly and forever on a…

Belgium for Easter

It’s been a few weeks, so welcome back. Unfortunately, aside from this weekend, I’ve stayed in Rome trying to comfort my wallet and take some time to rest. It’s even a little ridiculous for me to say “unfortunately’ because I’m in ROME! not Los Angeles or some hyper-familiar place, but Rome, and I should appreciate…

Venice, Verona and Rome…again with Family

Family is forever, and you certainly don’t get to pick and choose who’s in it. Coming from a family of six, I’ve grown up in the middle of my siblings (two younger, one older) and with my parents, who’ve been in love since college.  I like to think that, while we are all wonderful at…

Berlin, Amsterdam, Rome: Places with Friends

Well, I do think I enjoy places more with people I like. Seriously, it makes a huge difference. Traveling alone is lovely too, but it gets lonely, especially for an extrovert; I usually end up talking or singing to myself and looking like a crazy foreigner…which I am, but the public doesn’t need to be…

Finally Made Use of Highschool French

Paired with La Vie en Rose, and Moulin Rouge Everyone dreams of the city of lights: a place to find romance, baguettes, and stripes. These dreams weren’t lost on me, but seeing a long time friend, Becca, and hopefully testing out my French skills, were added to the list. After midterms, which were the easiest tests…

Greece, a Dream that Didn’t Disappoint

Paired with Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and tropical songs about bungalows. My phone was switched to military time, I had a reasonable flight, and I was awake hours before needed to ensure, this time, I would not miss my plane to Greece. With my iPhone loaded with a new playlist, podcasts, and a movie,…

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…