Good-bye Bologna

My last week in Italy was a surreal blur of exams, papers, parties, late night dancing, watching the sun come up from my balcony. Until all of a sudden I…

Going home again (kind of sucks)

I don’t know about you, but I never really miss a place when I’m not there. Of course I miss people, but the place – no. I’m pretty adaptable. Put…

Becoming “That Girl” Abroad

I’ve come across the “girl who can’t get off her cell phone”-type in my travels about as much as anyone else. Whether in San Francisco, Lisbon, Port-au-Prince, Prague or anywhere,…