Navigating the confusing maze of French cultural norms
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Football Fever
The American football scene can’t touch the liveliness of European football.
When in Paris, run. When in Switzerland, rock climb.
Sweat ran down my flushed face and I ignored the curious stares as I ran down the waterfront of La Giudecca Island. People ate at the round tables facing Venice, talking amongst themselves as waiters carried plates of food. A little self conscious, I darted quickly down the crowded spaces, trying to avoid the incredulous…
Home away from home
Every time I respond to Mireille’s questions or talk about politics with Robert, I realize that I am no longer learning vocabulary from a textbook or watching a video on the French lifestyle. I am a part of their lives and a part of their culture.
It’s different for girls
It was late in the afternoon and I had just returned from an 11 mile hiking trip across Cinque Terre. Before heading back to the hostel apartment, I stopped by the building owner’s place to use the free wifi, a rare commodity in Cinque Terre. I noticed the man that cleaned my apartment was there…
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
because sometimes, you just have to say “fuck it” and buy yourself a plane ticket
