I have made it to Madrid.

Hey there! It’s me! The girl crying under a tree as I WhatsApp my friend, and a city bird poops on my favorite sweater – and well…my hand, too. I have been in Madrid for a week now. I do not think I have ever experienced so much panic and awe mixed in together. LIFE came at me SO FAST these past few days, and I am not sure if I am running from it or with it. The first three days were long, and tiring. We had orientation sessions where the information overload gave us all a sense that … Continue reading I have made it to Madrid.

Less Alone

  “Wingardium Leviosa, Wingardium Leviosa…Wingardium Leviooosa…” I turned around and there were 2 adorable little boys practicing their Harry Potter spell with what looked like brand new wands. Nothing defines a childhood more than all the things that can be imagined; nothing defines adulthood more than all the things you never imagined would actually happen.  The night we returned from Paris, we had dinner at a small franchise called Gregg’s. I never expected to live a day in which I would have lunch in Paris and dinner in London. I love when Life gets playful with you. We dragged our consumed yet … Continue reading Less Alone

Paris is a broken heart.

“We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught – Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley, To A Skylark (1820) This was Paris. In a surprising, burning heat (that even more surprisingly became a cold wind in the shade), we were not sure whether we should be taking clothes off or putting more layers on. We passed the masses, crossed a bridge, and found the booth for the 1 hour cruise on the Seine…But before…we snacked on French Fries 🙂 We sat on … Continue reading Paris is a broken heart.