Somehow, it is already my fourth week of studying abroad in Cuba and my classes are in full swing at La Universidad de la Habana (UH). I’m just trying to take it day by day, …
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Sin Tarjeta, Sin Vida
From the moment my flight descended in Havana and I saw the city skyline hugging the sea, I was instantly transfixed with this place. One week in, after days of orientation, I’m still in that honeymoon phase where …
Pre-Departure Must-Do’s | Part Two
I’m longwinded, so for Part Two, I’ll dive right in: Anticipate problems you might encounter abroad and solicit solutions now. What-ifs aren’t always a bad thing. In fact, here are some that actually became a …
Pre-Departure Must-Do’s | Part One
I love to go places. My friends and family call me a drifter, a wanderer, and I guess they’re right. I’ve never been great at staying in one place for long. It doesn’t matter if …
Buen Viaje
Two weeks ago I was lucky enough to travel to Mendoza, Argentina, for a week with my friend Katie. After the slight debacle that was our rushed Patagonia trip, getting lost in mountains and making …
La memoria de una nación
Memory is a powerful thing. Memories shape the way we interact with situations and people. Memories influence our decisions, our mood, our understanding of the world around us, reminding us of lessons learned and mistakes …
Breaking News
I’m writing this blog sitting on the sidewalk outside a theater, waiting for my fellow exchange students to show up so we can watch a Norwegian melodrama translated into Spanish for the next hour and …
Embracing the Differences
My introduction to Buenos Aires was a forty minute taxi ride from the airport to my apartment, and in those forty minutes I saw my life flash before my eyes on at least three different …
School is in Session, Sort of
It’s crazy to think that I’ve already been in Buenos Aires for three weeks. It’s also crazy to think that I’ve only been here for three weeks, because boy oh boy have we jam packed …
Hola de Buenos Aires
Buenos Aires is wild. When I stepped off the airplane on Monday morning at the crack of dawn, the first thing I remember thinking is “I hope it’s not always this warm” followed closely by …