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My darling roommate is from Texas and goes to a pretty big university.
Recently, she had to register for spring classes- as did everyone else- and I kept hearing these horror stories from people in my program who had tried to registers for spring classes overseas. I was getting nervous because I had to register for classes too and I was afraid that I would have to go through all the turmoil and trouble.

I basically got nervous for no reason.

The registers office emailed me, sent me an email wi… Continue

My roommate and I decided to take a little getaway and go to Barcelona this week.

After class on Tuesday, we took a bus to the airport, and boarded the plane.
Now, this was my first experience with RyanAir and I always heard "horror" stories of how they could make more money off of young travelers. Here are a few examples- if you do not print out your boarding pass, it could result in a 40 euro fee, if you you want to check a bag, it could become 30-70 euro fee, and if you want to go to the bat… Continue

My brother and I are watching Madonna's "Like a Prayer" on Germany's MTV

This week is my fall break from school- so I decided to spend the week with my brother and his wife in Germany- they live on an army base in Ansbach. I knew that getting to Ansbach would take most of the day on Saturday- I left Paris at around 1pm and would be arriving in Ansbach at 9pm- but what I didn't expect was making friends...

Once I arrived in Frankfurt, I had to find the ticket booth and purchase my ticket to Ans… Continue

Listening to Ane Brun's "Rubber and Soul"

I have two stories to tell-

STORY ONE:
Wednesday night was the World Cup qualifiers (my mother thought this dealt with tennis)- France vs. Austria.
For 10 euros, you not only get the nose bleed seats but the rowdy, young, french crowd who are super pumped and have so much liquids in them that just wearing a jersey keeps them warm- I had my jersey on under my northface (I know, how American of me- BUT it was really cold) and a sweater.

During the game,… Continue

Listening to my host brother play grand theft auto.

So lets just talk about the magic that is the Paris Metro. It's my new best friend.
Now, the little side streets- that aren't on the map- those are my worst enemy and I get lost on them.
It took me and my roommate two hours (two hourssss!!!) to find our way back to our house because we took a side street. Note to anyone deciding to study abroad- totally do it! but don't take side streets- ever.

At dinner that night we told our host mom the di… Continue