Last week I finished finals and took off for a tour through central and Eastern Europe. I managed to squeeze in 4 cities, busing between Berlin, Vienna, Prague, and Budapest. Had a couple of program friends with me for Berlin and Prague, the rest was on my own. It was a surreal week; a mini-adventure... Continue Reading →
From homesick to sick at home
3/28/17 I'll start with the bad news then move on to the good, so try and bear with me all the way through to get the good stuff! I got sick again. But this time, the experience is very different. I woke up on Monday morning (3/27/17) slightly ill, the fever and aches accumulating from... Continue Reading →
The Halfway Point
A follow up to my last post: There's something about being halfway through a program that forces your mentality to shift.
Rough Ruff
Was feeling low low today, a handful of factors contributing to the mood, but got a little pick me up when I made a friend on the bus home from class. It's been a challenge navigating a new social world with the tiny school atmosphere that goes hand in hand with study abroad (I'm a... Continue Reading →
8 day excursion: Morocco
The night of our arrival: 5 March I ate traditional Tagine and slept in a 4 person suite, beds dawned in furry zebra print sheets (one bed stealing the spotlight of the room, sitting on a raised floor and big enough to comfortably fit all 4 of us grown women (no spooning necessary). I'm not... Continue Reading →
On the first day of March I had french class outside! We had free reign to wander the streets of Nyon with partners and talk to strangers to practice our french. My lovely partner friend and I spent the first 30 minutes in a clothing store. We found all things good: velvet, embroidery, and a... Continue Reading →
I really like seeing the lines extending from the lips of middle-aged to elderly french-speaking Suisse. Like une bouche du soleil, a sun mouth, the frequent pursing and puckering of their lips for proper pronunciation of the French language has marked the lower half of their faces into a sunshine circle manifesting half a lifetime... Continue Reading →
Un petit poème pour Nathalie:
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Conference Day
"Eyes quickly shifted to the youthful hand in the air and it was my turn to speak. I clicked on my "seat A" microphone and spoke,"