So we get on the bus at 8:30 sharp, after a juice box and pain au chocolat off we go! Front row seat on the way to Normandy, i.e one of the last remaining seats on the bus. Getting the full view of the bus driver navigating the narrow and bustling streets of Paris: delivery … Continue reading Je me souviens et Moi.
You know the feeling when you open the door on a cold day. That burst of fresh and icy air just hits you. No matter if you mentally prepare for it every time, it just happens. It sends a chill down your spine, but with that chill it makes you feel alive. It awakens you … Continue reading Liberation et Moi.
The swipe of a passport to check me in. The swipe of a credit card to pay for my now 49 and 50 pound bags. They were 57 and 51 prior, Amanda you really out did yourself. Funny how those airport scales always seem to weigh your items heavier. I shed some clothes and books, … Continue reading The Departure et Moi.
I decided the summer before I began college that Studying Abroad was a must for my college experience, and nothing would alter my decision. During Preview at the University of Florida before my freshman year embarked, I went to the International Center and collected as much literature as possible to figure out all the details … Continue reading Study Abroad et Moi.