St. Patrick's Day in Ireland is one of those quintessential college study abroad experiences. Throughout my time in Europe, it has unequivocally been one of my favorite weekends. Sydney and I flew into Edinburgh, Scotland to visit James before all heading to Dublin together. James's parents actually met in Edinburgh when his dad studied abroad… Continue reading st. patrick’s day the irish way
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côte d’azur
The French Riveria is another of the Mediterranean's crown jewels, especially for summertime seaside leisure. Natalie and I spent the weekend in Nice, a perfect coastal town with enough charm and character for endless exploration. The narrow streets give way to bustling plazas and plenty of locals at this time of year. Situated right on… Continue reading côte d’azur
pasta, pizza, gelato (repeat)
It’s been two weeks since last I was in Italy and this weekend entailed a trip to the eternal city. After touching down in Fiumicino’s airport, it’s hard not to see Rome's immediate appeal. It's the birthplace of “la dolce vita,” which is fitting considering there are gelaterias at every turn and on every street… Continue reading pasta, pizza, gelato (repeat)
pain et fromage
Staying in the same theme of spontaneity that I've reverted to throughout this entire endeavor, I booked a last minute trip to Paris for the weekend. My friend from Berkeley, Nadia, is slated to start classes in Berlin within the next couple of weeks, but until then she's been exploring Paris and staying with friends… Continue reading pain et fromage
florentine memories
I'm not sure that I can adequately relay the abundance of beauty that I encountered in Florence. It exceeded my expectations in every way imaginable. After learning that I had arrived a full week early for classes (oops), I booked the most spontaneous trip of my life to visit my hometown friends in Italy. Less… Continue reading florentine memories
bon dia, barcelona
On January 9th, 2017, I celebrated my 21st birthday aboard a British Airlines boeing en route to Barcelona. It was a considerably anticlimactic celebration, as I ventured to a foreign country where the drinking age is already 18... but the flight attendant gave me a complimentary bottle of wine, and the celebratory nature of the… Continue reading bon dia, barcelona