April (Snow) Showers

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At the Musee de l’Orangerie in Paris!

It’s well into spring and here in Ithaca, I saw snow a few days ago. Not just a few flurries, mind you — a constant stream of snowflakes! Everybody rolled their eyes, and I pretended to be incredulous too, but I was mostly thrilled. If it were up to me, the winter would have been much longer.

In high school, I spent so much time wondering what college would be like. Would the classes be hard? Who would my friends be? Would the food be good or gross? I couldn’t imagine much beyond my time here at Cornell, and I had no idea what to expect. Now I’m a senior, all that behind me, wondering what my life will be like a year from now. Always looking forward. But before I slide down the slippery slope of wild speculation about the beginning of adult life, I want to take a moment to write a quick update for those paying attention. Continue reading

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Bucharest, Budapest, What’s the Difference?

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Kyoka and I in front of the Hungarian Parliament!

Because transportation seems to be the only significant free time I have while traveling, I’m writing this post on the train from Budapest to Vienna. It’s been almost a week since I left Oxford with my friend, Kyoka, for our obscenely long spring break. With two cities behind us and two more ahead, the first leg of the trip is halfway over! Read on for pictures and whatnot from the first two stops: Bucharest and Budapest. Continue reading

Lessons Learned Overseas

 

On the (fragment of) Hogwarts Bridge set-piece used in the movies!
On the (fragment of) Hogwarts Bridge set-piece used in the movies!

Yesterday, I returned from a 10-day family vacation to London and Paris and have finally came back with a keener understanding of what constitutes a good vacation for me. I surprisingly returned without major jet-lag and am enjoying some down time. Though the trip had ups and downs, I learned so much about traveling and even about what I want my life to be like for the next few years. WARNING: a rather lengthy, rambling, personal disclosure follows. Continue reading