Unless something spontaneous comes up, I have taken what is most likely my last trip during this incredible year abroad. (I realized I only have five weeks left. Five. Weeks. I can't think about that.) One of the challenges of this year is how alone and independent I've had to be for most of it. This isn't something necessarily negative (I value my alone time), but when you're doing things like traveling by yourself, the pressure is on when you're responsible for everything.
I took another solo trip for almost two weeks. I never used to imagine that I could travel alone, that I could muster up the courage and confidence and trust in myself to do so, yet here I am. BERLIN I've wanted to visit Germany for a while, since my dad's family was originally from there. Specifically, what was once Prussia. So I thought hey, why not go to Berlin for a few days? I'd heard great things about the city. Those great things were true. It is very different from mo
A couple weekends ago I did my very first solo trip--unless, of course, you count the whole moving to Italy all by myself thing. Milan was one of the places I didn't get to during my time studying abroad here. Seeing The Last Supper is practically mandatory if you're an art historian in Italy, and I also wanted to see "Dentro Caravaggio," an exhibit on the painter in Palazzo Reale--with one of the pieces on display being John the Baptist (John in the Wilderness) from the Nels