There’s a reason people say, “Slow down, Mario,” and by “people” I mean my mom. I sincerely have no idea if other people say that. She also says “butt naked” instead of “buck naked,” so I’m not sure if she’s the most reliable source here. […]
THREE HOURS AFTER Time: 2:37 am. Place: Bracciano, Italy. The night is heavy with backpacking packs and regret. With four hours until the first morning train back to Viterbo the tracks are laughably useless. I offer them purpose by passing time tallying tines […]
Hello friends. If we were in a room together, this is when I would say, “walk with me” and pull you aside to have the following conversation. But we’re not in the same room together, hence the blog. If you really feel like it, you […]
Gelato is ruining my life. Gelato. The sweet, sweet joy that is gelato is so grand that it renders me completely useless to think anything other than “goodness gracious, gelato is the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet.” I was so completely consumed […]
I can’t figure out how to buy bread. I, being a woman who is not afraid to admit she is nearly completely sustained by the simple joy of complex carbs, am in the midst of a crisis. So here’s what happened. I was walking down […]
Feel insecure about not being able to understand a language? Throw yourself into a sea of people who are all speaking the language you don’t understand. I swear. I walked through a cacophony of students today and the blending of their casual conversations became the same […]
Who’s ready for a game of Jeopardy: Study Abroad edition? Things Seen in the Airport in Rome for 300, please. “What are nuns and man buns?” Correct! Things that make you say “Jesus!” for 500. “……What are…. Nuns? And… man […]
Today’s the day, the sun is shining, I’M ON MY WAY TO ITALY. It’s exciting. It’s really, really scary. In an effort of self-preservation (aka complete, blatant avoidance of reality) my brain has channeled all efforts into worrying about completely random and arbitrary crap. Let […]
Hey Kayla, how do you feel about going abroad? Hello, voice inside my head who thought this would make a good blog post, I’ve been meaning to share just how strange my coping mechanisms are, thanks for asking. For me, somewhere between picking up my […]