Roots

On my surprise layover in Portugal, I stop by my cousin João’s little house in Val Florido, a town about the size of my right foot. I walk from my…

Friends All Over the World, Part 2

I will not go into the reasons for me not being allowed to board my flight home– God knows if I talk about it again I might begin to throw…

Six Months from Now

My Nina (godmother) told me last winter, “Megs, six months from now, you will look back on this situation and be amazed at how far you have come.”  I was…

There Once was a GoGirl in Ireland

I tried to write a limerick for this post, but the truth is that rhyming is not my strongest field.  Besides, limericks are supposed to be obscene by nature, and…

Home Sweet Frangland

When the plane took off for my first trip to France, I was sure I was going home. With my dark hair, thin build, and enormous nose, I considered myself…

A Holiday From a Holiday…

So often when you are speaking with friends who are away travelling or when you yourself are in faraway lands you are more than likely to at once hear/think personally,…

Cake

By Beth I was talking to my buddy Alessandro again today. He’s feeling antsy and wants to get on the move again. He is always such a world traveler, more than myself….

Clubbing with Mom

A very common Friday night in Barcelona might look a little something like this: Friends together eating dinner and drinking a little sangria (or whatever tasty beverage can be thrown…

Escape to the Country

Ah, the countryside!  It was a very welcome relief to get away from noisy and dirty city to the wide-open spaces of rural Morocco.  However, after spending last week with…

Singing Sisters and Soapy Clothes

When you enter into a family for the first time, you know that you won’t be treated like the rest of the family immediately, but will remain a guest in…

Ma Famille Marocain

Traveling to any foreign country can definitely be stressful.  Add to that a new family, and you’re talking stress.  A week into my study abroad program, I was adopted by…

To Portugal

By Beth It’s about 8:30am and it’s still quite dark. It’s also absolutely freezing. Here I am, laying in bed. I am wearing: Two tank tops, a short-sleeved shirt, a long-sleeved…