Paris. was. amazing.

no other words are necessary.

So I've finally come to accept just how different this city is from the one that I'm coming from back in America. at first I had a problem comprehending the slowness of life here, from one's speed walking down the street to the time it takes to receive a letter from the post office. but I've finally adjusted accordingly. I feel like I'm even ( Read more... )

DAMN, I love my Superga's. I'm going to buy them in every color under the sun before I leave here. they win over Keds and Chucks ANY DAY.

read the GREATEST comment I just got on an old LJ post ( Read more... )

some thoughts while watching Italian-dubbed American programming ( Read more... )

bought my plane ticket to Paris. now I have to go interview strangers at a market and buy a lizard fish. what a day.

I need to go shopping.

I like how the first weekend I decide to use the Italian trains, they go on strike. So cheers for being semi-stranded in Pisa, and then having my family drive me all the way to Lucca. Thanks, Italy ( Read more... )

There's a part of me that wishes that at this very moment, I wasn't on the other side of the ocean from my family. Though I guess no matter where I was today, things wouldn't be any different, would they?

I didn't realize a main problem here would be mosquitoes attacking me in my sleep. I thought the archipelago on my face was a series of pimples; I guess I should be thankful they aren't?