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...

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...
It has officially been one month since I arrived in this beautiful country, and it has been a month well spent. I truly love everything about this place. Ireland has been friendly, fun and has treated me very well. Although the classes are now in full swing, I am excited...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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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