Unlike my first impression of France, which left me scorned and rejected and wanting to go home, my first impression of Italy was love at first sight. This is in part because of the beauty of Italy—it is like no other country I’ve visited—but also, in majority, because of the local Italians I met through … Continue reading Italy Diaries, Part 1: “I remember her”
I have arrived in Deutschland! As far as my harrowing adventures go, this one wasn’t too bad. I didn’t have to run through the airport to my gate or have my passport flagged at security (thanks again, London) or be delayed so long I missed my flight. But it wasn’t without incident. I said in … Continue reading Germany: Here to Help You
I think it’s safe to say I have fallen behind in my Euro-trip documentation. And, of course, now that I finally have some time to write, all I can think about is eating peanut butter by the spoonful and going to bed. Thus, this will be a two-part entry—not for you reading it, … Continue reading Meet Death, and Ireland Part II
A Wee Bit of Ireland (Part I) Okay, mo chuisle*°, here’s a wee bit o’ Ireland! *mo chuisle = a phrase I learned from a Mr. OOOOOO’Sullivan** **emphasis added on “O” so as not to be confused with Sullivan, who would be British and not Irish (!) ° I don’t actually know what … Continue reading Top O’ da Mornin’ To Ya
They Call Me Fushilou 