Sam Eichner’s Hemingway moment, named after the late great American author, Ernest Hemingway, passed away last week, at the end of a bull-fight in Arles, a small town in the south of France. The moment …
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Things We Do
Note: It probably goes without saying that I’ve made up the dialogue used in this post. We kill it, whatever it may be. We talk in one language and listen in another, which immediately brings …
Tourist Traps…and Other Thoughts on My Italian Vacation
Last week, several friends and I visited Rome and Florence for our February break. We hit all the predictable spots—the Vatican, the Coliseum, the Forum, and the Trevvi Fountain in Rome; the Ufizzi Gallery, Medici …
My Weekend in Paris (through a series of imaginary tweets)
AnAmericanInParis Just arrived at L’hotel Bastille—it’s practically a hostel. #roughin’it #studyabroadproblemz AnAmericanInParis@LaLouvre Seen one painting of Jesus’ crucifixion, seen ‘em all. #jewish AnAmericanInParis@LaLouvre Staring contest with the Mona Lisa. #sexeyes AnAmericanInParis Decided to walk from …
A Constant State of Laundry
Note: What follows is most definitely a dramatization and not an accurate description of the actual event. I woke up last Sunday to a cacophony of church bells and what sounded like a chain-saw cutting …
Keepin’ It Neal: The Cult of Facebook Tourism
Last Saturday, a few friends and I boarded a bus to Marseille, which is roughly a half an hour drive from Aix-en-Provence. On the drive, the bus wound its way through the narrow streets of …
Dog Poop and the French Existential Crisis
Following a flurry of orientations, information lost in translation, pieces of paper I’ll never look at again but should probably keep anyways, banks, keys, countless interrupted messages with disgruntled parents, and a week of a …
Leaving Las Vegas
For my 21st birthday, my Dad took my twin brother and I to Las Vegas, for three days and two nights of gambling and (legal) drinking, both of which are essentially stupid things I felt …
A Letter for My Mother…
A Letter for My Mother (after having left her sobbing uncontrollably at O’Hare Airport) Mommy Dearest, If you’re reading this it means I’m already on my way to Ireland (then Paris, then to my final …