I can remember the night before my 29th birthday vividly. My friend, who’s two years older than me almost to the day, was channeling her inner therapist while I sobbed about the end of my 20s being in sight. I felt like I had wasted the decade (which is SO not true) because I was totally single and hadn’t made millions yet. Little did I know that the best was…
This list is in no particular order: I love Italy. I love Italians. I love pizza. I love the Vatican. I love gelato. I love the Trevi Fountain. I love floundering my way through the Italian language, only to realize that seemingly everyone in Italy speaks English… Have I mentioned I love Italy? While I am very proud to be an American, and love our culture here, I would relish…
A bunch of my blog archives from my old site (which can be found here) talk about the most life-changing experience ever: my semester abroad. While I have plenty of gripe about with my darling alma mater, the experience of living in a 14th century Carthusian Monastery in the foothills of the Austrian Alps made it all worth it. I tell my students all the time: I don’t care what you…
Here’s another Europe archive post from when I visited Poland, including Auchwitz to ring in the Year of Mercy (Oh yeah, I’m Catholic, by the way). It’s amazing to reflect back on those memories, which are still so salient in my mind, more than nine years later. It’s really a bummer that I did not take any photos when I was over there. I remember being nothing but painfully exhausted…