Reverse Culture Shock

Back in the states¬†I expected everything to seem different. But it was surprisingly easy to get back into the groove of the US. There of course were, and still are, some things that were pretty tough to get used to. Food: Grocery shopping is still a bit of a nightmare. I feel like I spend…

Packing for Paris – Summer

As I pack to return to the states I how differently I would have packed had I known what I know now. When packing for my two months here in Paris I made sure to check the weather and read as many blogs as possible on what to wear in Paris during the summer. The…

A French Internship

Now that I’ve completed my internship with 750grammes/Junggle I wanted to look back at these past two months and do a bit of an evaluation of myself. The biggest question I want to ask is this: if I had the exact same internship in the states would I act differently? Let’s break it down. First…

Long Distance

No this isn’t a post of how to get through blubbering moments where you miss your SO. ¬†Although I’d be lying to say that hasn’t happened (no thanks to my first experience with absinth in Prague). But no, I’m not writing about missing your boyfriend/girlfriend because moving puts distance between you and a lot of…

Speaking like a Native

Living in a foreign country is an experience unlike any other. Especially when the language is completely different from what you normally speak. It can be a bit challenging when you still have so much to learn in said foreign language, but when you slowly start being able to have conversations with the native speakers…

Book it and Go

I bought a flight to Prague and was there in less than three days from said purchase. And I had the time of my life!

The World is a Stage

Have you ever heard that Parisians think of the world as a stage? Their very passionate and expressive nature depicts this idea perfectly. Just after being here a week I have already picked up a few French mannerisms. Yesterday, I said “ooh la la” in reaction to something surprising I read. It just happened. But,…

Arrive, sleep, eat, sleep

I trained into Paris with an older man playing the violin a few seats down from me. I felt like I was on a movie set as he played. Trees turned to quaint houses and apartments covered in green vines all nestled into the morning mist. The balconies housed an assortment of items ranging from…

Hurry up and Wait

Traveling, in general, consists of hurry up and wait. Hurry to the airport-wait in line. Hurry to your terminal-wait for the plane. This time, I’m hurrying and waiting for Paris.