Before my solo journey to Kraków, I had romanticized travel by overnight train. Perhaps it would involve a dining car full of interesting strangers and cozy quarters where the train’s gentle rumble lulled passengers to sleep. I’m not sure where I got this notion from, but my overtrain train to Kraków fully disillusioned me. I’d … Continue reading
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Budapest
Winter Break 2013 began with Budapest. A city that we’d heard offered little to do completely hooked us. Enamored with the city and my experiences there, I ended up staying for five nights. On Thursday I left Barajas airport in Madrid with Molly, another language assistant in my program. We’d never met before, as she … Continue reading
Venice, You Lovely Thing
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
Spring Break in Prague and Berlin
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
Paris
For me, Paris is one part cheap red wine, one part Monet’s water lily paintings, one part dirty metro system, and one part pan au chocolat. It’s a luscious amalgamation of art, food, and style; so distinctly European and so distinctly Parisian. Thanks to another one of Spain’s very long weekends I got to visit one of … Continue reading
Seven Cities, Twelve Days
On October 12th, my mom came to Spain for a twelve-day trip spanning seven cities in the center, south, east, and north of the country, via train, plane, and automobile. I eagerly anticipated her arrival like any college student, for parents’ visits mean nice meals out and easing homesickness. My mom and I make a … Continue reading