COLUMN: Moving to Paris is my dream, but also my nightmare
I don’t remember how my obsession with Paris began but gosh, I wish I did.
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I don’t remember how my obsession with Paris began but gosh, I wish I did.
Dragging myself out of bed at 6 a.m. is no easy task. I assume for most people who aren’t marathon runners or neonatal nurses, waking up early is equivalent to listening to crying babies on eight-hour flights or getting food-poisoning.
This past week was spring break for my study abroad program, so my friend Bridget and I flew to Brussels, Belgium, to stay with some of my aunts, uncles and cousins. Living in a two-story flat that faces the beautiful 15th century cathedral walls of Église Notre-Dame du Sablon, resides my mom’s older brother, Kevin Conru.
While Tommy Wiseau’s new movie “Best F(r)iends” is set to release March 30, it is his first film, “The Room,” that has become a classic, not for its artistic brilliance but for its intoxicating awfulness.
“Hey, I want to go to Norway,” my roommate said in a coffee shop about a month ago.
I cringed slightly as I watched the polka-dotted mug of instant coffee turn circles in the kitchen microwave.
The blooms of several purple violets caught droplets of rain as I casually carried them in a plastic black potter. I was walking leisurely slow behind a family of Hungarians who had done their best to direct me to a street that rhymed with the word future, "Czuczor Utca." It was the only word I could catch from the lady who had sold me the violets 10 minutes before.
Skies in London are usually cloudy with specks of blue. People rush around the streets, arms locked and hands intertwined.
Adventure author Jack London writes that, for some, adapting to new customs and ideas is another fleeting time of excitement, while for others, the pressure of an altered environment is almost unbearable.
One of the most well-known artifacts to come out of the Netherlands after World War II is “The Diary of Anne Frank.”
IU will be no longer cosponsor study abroad programs to Rwanda, Switzerland, Morocco, Argentina, India, South Africa and the Netherlands through the School for International Training.
My time in New Zealand came to an end Oct. 1. While I was there I bungee-jumped, explored museums and even visited the film set for "The Lord of the Rings" at Hobbiton.
Just shy of four months since I wrote my first travel column this semester, I’m sitting down to write the last one.
Don’t trust anyone who says they don’t like Paris. They’re either trying too hard or they’re straight up lying. Paris is without a doubt the best city in the world.
I’ve known for a while that being abroad for an entire school year means missing important and valued events with family and friends.
I got back from a chilly vacation in central Europe, froze for a week in Aix-en-Provence, France, because winter decided to suddenly show up, and then, because I’m a masochist, I went to Norway for the weekend.
The second part of my weeklong adventure outside France began and ended in Austria, the German-speaking neighbor of the Czech Republic where I had just spent the last few days.
Writing on the train to Salzburg, Austria, and reflecting on the three days I spent in Prague is a little bit of a surreal experience because of how much has happened in such a short time and how positive my experience was there.
After multiple weekends in a row of traveling around the country combined with university classes and impending exams, it was a relief to take it easy the past couple of days.