If I had to choose one thing that I am glad I discovered here, I would say it would be pumpkin. I know that can sound weird but let me explain this to you. Everything began when my roommate Julia, one sunny morning of September, came home with a...
Over the past few weeks I have been lucky enough to explore not only parts of Ireland, but also an amazing part of Europe. When I finalized studying abroad, there was one place on my list that I knew I had to go, Amsterdam. A few weekends ago I took...
For thirty seconds I let go of every inhibition and danced. Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed the outstretched hand in front of me and I was pulled into the middle of the dance floor to flamenco in front of at least 50 people. Flamenco is one...
Here I am, the end of my American journey is near. In three months, I will be home in France. It is really strange  to think about this; I am used to my life in Rhode Island now. For eight months I have been climbing the University of Rhode...

How to make it in America

Since arriving in America I have been changed. Not for the better. Something in the water or the air has significantly interfered with my ability to look after myself. I’ve been here for almost a month now and I haven’t died so I’m doing okay in the key areas...
This week I have decided to write about one serious issue: the weather. I knew the winter would be difficult here, but no, no one told me I would live three months in Antarctica. I come from the northern part of France, where it is supposed to be the coldest...
We got on the bus when it was still dark at 6 a.m., and the full moon was the only light as we left the city. As we headed further into the Spanish countryside, the fields and hills looked golden in the sunrise and fog hung in the valleys. As...
I didn’t think I was a particularly patriotic person, but America is defiantly bringing it out in me. Its nearly been two months since I was last on my slightly dysfunctional island of Britain, and I can really feel the withdrawal symptoms kicking in. The American’s love of their flag,...
Putting aside the frankly horrible history behind Thanksgiving, it is a really cute little holiday. I have never celebrated Thanksgiving, (mainly as I have absolutely no reason to) so I was pretty excited to see what it was like. I was also utterly overjoyed to have the chance to escape...
The view from the top of the Museu National d’art de Catalunya , once a palace, is the best in the city. It stands on one end of the city on the mountain of Monjuïc, where you can see all the way across to Mount Tibidabo and to its...

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