It’s a humid day, but a breeze is coming through the open window in la sala (the living room), carrying the sounds of a street performer playing the accordion and voices from the café below. Picture a quaint European street, like you see in a movie, and that’s where...
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...
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...
As the plane took off I had a full view of Barcelona one last time. Thankfully, I had 3 rows of seats to myself, so no one could see me crying like a baby as we ascended further and further away. On my last full day in the city, I...

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...
Photo courtesy of Zoe Comingore Zoe Comingore, a recent graduate from the University of Rhode Island, clarified what life in the real world can be like. Comingore transferred to URI after her first-year, graduated with an undergraduate degree in writing and rhetoric and Spanish. The writing and rhetoric program drew...
In the UK I live in the countryside or to put it more accurately, the middle of nowhere.  Therefore I am accustomed to wide open spaces and a horribly limited access to public transport - even the closest bus stop is 15-minutes away by car. Therefore living in Rhode...
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...
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,...
The streets of Venice in the winter are eerie and damp. The buildings seem to be disintegrating into the canals in some spots, but there is still a beautiful and romantic charm about it. In some parts it’s like a spooky maze. In the shop windows peer the hollow...

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