I love you France, but the rest of Europe is waiting
I first travelled to Europe in 2012 on a spring break tour, and it was that quick trip zipping through London, Paris, and Rome, that made me crave the experience of studying abroad. So I should have known that actually going to live abroad in France for a semester was only going to increase my need for travel. Tours, France, where I am studying abroad, is probably what I would describe as a picturesque, staple French town, and while I...
Returning from Ghana
Now that I am back from Ghana, I feel fulfilled. I feel accomplished that I was able to travel the world all by myself and return safely. I feel as if my stay in Ghana was not long enough. I absolutely loved that country. The food, people, and just overall environment was so awesome. I don’t even think words can explain how I feel right now. I am glad I was able to immerse myself in the culture and learn things about a part of...
Leaving Madrid & Coming Home
Now that I am back home in America, the first thought that came to my mind was how excited I was to see my family and dogs. Other than that, I was mostly happy that, because although the program is over, the friends that I made, I will see again in Alabama at school. My first feeling when arriving back home was eagerness to see my family and to catch up with them. I do miss my host family but I was very excited to be reunited with my...
Spanish Art and Cultural Heritage
Every part of my first three weeks in Barcelona has been amazing and eye-opening. One of the most unique opportunities with which I have been presented during my time here is one of my summer courses, “Spanish Art and Cultural Heritage.” In this course, we spend about half of the school days learning about the art and architecture of Spain, beginning in Paleolithic times and working our way forward. For the other half of the days, we...
The Beginning of a Journey
The first day of my journey was full of stress. Not only did I have to try to remember everything, but I then had to drive 4 hours in the pouring rain to the airport. My dad and I had a sad, yet short, parting as we unloaded my luggage in the rain. The stress was heightened when my flight was delayed 1 hour, leaving only an hour and a half for my layover. Once I arrived in Newark, I had an hour to convert currency, use the restroom,...
Not my plan, but whatever.
Going to a new place always means meeting new people. That probably is the most fluttering, yet terrifying aspect of going to a new place. I did not expect any of this because I did not intend on starting a new relationship. It started with an email I got from my roommate. First, it was my first time living in a dorm so I was not sure if emailing your roommate was a tradition in a dorm-life. Second, it was Korea, my native country. I...