Florence. The name itself inspires a sort of beautiful anticipation, as though slide after slide in an art history lecture will emerge in one city: Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus, Michelangelo’s David, Titian’s Venus of Urbino… But I hadn’t gotten to those yet. I arrived by train tired and ready to unload my increasingly heavy … Continue reading
I’ve run away to Italy. There really isn’t a better place to run away to, with all the little streets to get lost in and the Italian to attempt and the pasta to consume. My first stop was Venice. Venice is straight out of a postcard – of the hundreds of postcards at the hundreds … Continue reading
It has only been eleven days since the semester ended, but I’m already having trouble remembering the sharp, wet cold of my last day in London. I skipped spring altogether, luxuriating in the long days of sunshine and the ensuing sunburns. Last Saturday four friends and I made it to balmy Kalkan, Turkey in one … Continue reading
It’s the last day of my semester in London. Perhaps it’s the gray, rainy weather, but I feel calm at the moment. In the past two weeks an undercurrent of panic has tugged at me. The semester passed at such an exhilarating, breakneck speed, and I’m catching myself on the day of departure, not wanting to … Continue reading
The first time I bought my own plane ticket was in June after my freshman year at BU. My friend Sarah and I had been sitting on the comfy white expanse of my bed for hours, sharing stories about our shiny new lives at university. She regaled me with tales of Southern California, where everyone was … Continue reading
Italy has always topped my ever-expanding list of countries to visit. It’s the Mecca for devout food lovers like myself, and Carbs are a serious weakness for me. It doesn’t hurt that the men are handsome and well dressed or that it’s a good deal sunnier than London. So Rome seemed like a good choice … Continue reading
I self-identify as a city girl. Long ago I abandoned my childhood plan of living in a creaky old house in the windswept countryside with a horse and some dogs. I went off to school in the “big” city of Boston then added two more cities to my collection. However, once and a while, urbanity … Continue reading
The end of midterm exams called for escape. After studying and writing essays for three straight days, I joyfully fled the country. My friend Ande and I flew to Prague Wednesday morning eager for Pilsner beer and exploration. Our hostel, situated at the end of Charles Bridge in the Malá Strana neighborhood, was fantastic. We were greeted … Continue reading
How does a Wales adventure weekend in February sound? Like a BU student jumping off a cliff. This past weekend I braved the elements for sea kayaking, coasteering, and hiking in Pembrokeshire County, Wales. BU offers discounted tickets for Preseli Venture trips and my mom, who usually does know best, encouraged me to seize the opportunity. … Continue reading
I’ve been in London for a week now, but I’ve only just started to settle in. Amid the flurry of orientation and classes and meeting new people I haven’t had much time to get my bearings. Tonight I hopped on the tube to go to an exhibit at the Royal Festival Hall, Boxed: Fabulous Coffins from … Continue reading
Travel Ardor 