Category Archives: Temple Summer

How I Know I’m Settled In


A few weeks ago, I shared my experience with culture shock. Since then I’ve gotten much more comfortable here, and I want to share some happier thoughts!

It took just over a week for me to memorize the digital code for my apartment in Paris, but it made a huge difference when I finally did. Not having to pull out that sheet of paper to punch in the code made me feel like it was actually becoming my home. Another thing that makes me feel more local is cooking for myself. It’s made me familiar with markets, grocery stores, and my neighborhood, plus it’s a lot easier on my budget than eating at restaurants all the time.

I’ve also been spending more time talking with my host family, getting braver with longer statements and ideas. They tell me I’m doing really well, and the encouragement of native speakers is pretty high praise when you’re working on a foreign language. Plus it’s a sign that the improvement I’m noticing in myself is not just an illusion!

A city transportation experience also boosted my confidence. Recently I was hanging out with some friends, and was on the other side of Paris later than I meant to be, but I managed to get on the very last metro on my line for the night. What made it a victory, for me, was the fact that I wasn’t stressed out by the experience. If you know me, you know I generally like to have a plan and stay on schedule, especially when traveling. Proof: I made a spreadsheet when my friends and I went to Disney in high school (I’m not proud…well, maybe a little). My lack of anxiety made me realize that at this point, I’m beyond traveling; I’m living here, albeit temporarily. I’ve taken a taxi before and I know that if I needed to do it I absolutely could. I’m still glad I caught that train, though. Taxis are expensive.

Circles and triangles and one-way streets... No way I'd want to drive here!

Circles and triangles and one-way streets… No way I’d want to drive here!

In fact, the metro of Paris was one of the things that worried me the most before my arrival. There was no order, no pattern. But I’ve gotten a lot more comfortable with it since I’m staying in a very residential neighborhood. I don’t even have to map out my journeys ahead of time anymore; as long as I know what line my destination is on, I can get there without preparing.

The metro is also full of strangely amusing advertisements. Like Claude, here, who found the djembe of his dreams at a moderate price. Nice one, Claude.

The metro is also full of strangely amusing advertisements. Like Claude, here, who found the djembe of his dreams at a moderate price. Nice one, Claude.

Another achievement was speaking in class. For my first week, I think the only thing I said in class was “Yes, I’m cold,” because the air conditioning in that building is always set for freezing. But more recently we were discussing media and the quality of today’s journalism. Incase you missed it, I’m a journalism major. So I had some thoughts to share and I figured if I was ever meant to speak in class, that was the day. I wound up talking for several minutes about my ideas and experiences. My professor understood me in spite of a few errors, and it improved my confidence immensely.

I’m now at a point where I can say that despite occasional discomforts I’m really happy in Paris. I’m meeting incredible people and doing things that I find fun and interesting. That, for me, is definitely a success.

I’m finished with 3 of my 6 weeks of class now, and I’ve already started to wish I was staying for a semester instead of a summer. On the one hand, that makes me feel great about the prospect of studying for a semester in the future, but on the other I’m already dreading the day I have to leave this incredible city. I don’t think there’s a single other place in the world where I could see rodents in the metro station and be totally charmed by it. If only I could be a tiny mouse, and live in one of the world’s most beautiful cities without paying rent…

À bientôt!

Homestay Pros and Cons


Today I realized that I’ve yet to address my living situation while in France!

I’m living in an apartment with a lovely retired woman named Béatrix who grew up in northern France. Often her son will join us for dinner, and sometimes so will her nephew or other family members. She hosts as many as 3 international students at once, so I’m also living with a student from Taiwan and another from China. I have my own bedroom and I use the kitchen as I please.

Ah, how neat it looked in here before I unpacked...

Ah, how neat it looked in here before I unpacked…

My own desk and a big sunny window.

My own desk and a big sunny window.

I want to start out by saying that I really love my homestay, but that I wouldn’t recommend the option for everyone. First I’ll explain some challenges, and then some rewards.

Homestays are challenging because…

We only speak French in the house (unless there is desperate confusion). I never knew true mental exhaustion before this experience! Often I get back to the apartment after listening to my professors speak French rapidly for three hours, and Béatrix wants to hear about my morning, and what my plans are for the afternoon, and would I like some coffee? And it’s hard for me to say “I’m sorry, I just need ten minutes to lay down and absorb some things.”

Then there’s the commute. For my counterparts in the Foyer, which is somewhat like a dorm, I’m told that the walk to class takes around 15 minutes. My commute involves 2 metro lines and takes around 25 minutes, and of the 3 Temple students living with host families I believe I have the shortest commute. It’s not easy getting to the metro for the journey to my 8am class.

My biggest challenge by far has been communication with other students. With everybody’s varied phone plans, Wi-Fi accessibility, etc., it can be really hard for me to make plans with others. Since I’m not at the Foyer constantly running into other students, often we just don’t see each other. It’s normal for me to go out on my own and explore Paris independently. I’d definitely emphasize to students choosing their residence that a homestay requires self-reliance.

The last negative I can think of is that there’s a little more responsibility and accountability required to live together with locals. If I decide I’m not coming back for dinner, or if I’m going away for the weekend, I have to let my family know so they don’t worry about me.

I love my homestay because…

Typically your family will have hosted students before, and will know how to help you get the most out of your experience. My family includes me in conversations and will often stop to make sure I understand a word or phrase before I can even ask about it. The best way to learn conversational French is to talk to native speakers, which is much easier when you’re under their roof!

On top of that, Béatrix is a wonderful cook. I have heard of host families where this is not the case, but at any rate you’ll become accustomed to whatever meals are typical in your host country. My agreement specifies that my host family makes dinner for me 3 times per week, which I feel is just enough to take away some of the stress of planning while still allowing me to try restaurants, have picnics, and cook for myself when I want to.

And last: I love having a host mom. She tells me when it’s too beautiful out to do homework. She makes sure I’m learning but I’m not terribly stressed. She even does my laundry. Basically, she’s the greatest. But she doesn’t baby me, get me out of bed, or get on my case for anything. It’s perfect for me because I’m not afraid of exploring on my own, but I don’t always have ideas for what to do. Who better to advise me than a real live Parisian?

So in conclusion: If you’re adventurous, independent, and outgoing, and if you’re not afraid to really dive into the language and culture of your study abroad destination, do a homestay. You’ll learn a ton and have an amazing and unique experience that will truly force you to embrace your host country’s culture!

Day Trips & Day Dreams


What’s the meaning of Stonehenge?! A few classmates and I wanted to know, so we decided to make the pilgrimage to Stonehenge and Bath in the form of a bus tour. We woke up early on a Friday and caught our bus before many of us fell right back asleep—although this proved somewhat difficult since the bus was freezing! My friend and I speculated that, since most places in London don’t have air-conditioning, they were boasting theirs by turning it up full blast. I mean, after all, we are experiencing a “heat-wave” over here. The worst, hottest wave of heat in London for almost a decade. It felt an awful lot like a Philly summer to me. It’s actually kind of cute, in the tube (which is pretty hot, I can’t deny that) they will announce on the loudspeaker that it is a very hot day and that everyone should bring water along with them through their commutes. I could never imagine Septa asking its riders to stay hydrated! Then again, Septa is pretty well air-conditioned…

But back to our day trip! As many of us slept, Tom, our tour guide, spoke bitterly throughout the bus ride about the politics and finances of different areas in London. His classic, sarcastic, London humor—or should I say “humour”—made us all laugh (if not somewhat uncomfortably) until we finally arrived at Stonehenge. Appropriately, we listed to the semi-popular Ylvis song, “What’s the Meaning of Stonehenge?” before proceeding to our ultimate destination. If you haven’t heard the song, you must listen before reading the rest of this post. Here is the link:

It was definitely the soundtrack to our day trip. We still break out in the chorus here and there while in London. It’s so catchy, like, how can you not? The actual henge though, was not quite as impressive as we thought it would be. It was awesome and mystical, but really, it was much smaller than it looks in pictures.

the henge


As we walked around, we took an endless number of pictures including selfies and group pictures self-titled, “brohenge” and “it’s the girl’s henge” along with many others.



It's the girl's henge

It’s the girl’s henge

When we got back to the bus and settled in, we were astonished that Tom decided to leave behind one of the other passengers. “This is what happens when you’re late,” he said (something along those lines at least). Okay, Tom. We kept this in mind. Don’t be late.

Next stop: Bath. I really didn’t know what to expect in Bath. I knew about the Roman baths—which is not where the town name comes from by the way—but not much else. It was absolutely enchanting. Beautiful, old buildings lining every street, live music playing at every corner. It’s hard to quite capture the town’s magnificence.

bath building bath building 2

Some kind of street performer in Bath--it must have taken forever to make that costume, but I'm not quite sure what she's supposed to be.

Some kind of street performer in Bath–it must have taken forever to make that costume, but I’m not quite sure what she’s supposed to be.

Visiting the Roman baths was a particularly awe-inspiring experience as it was so easy to imagine people of ancient times bathing and playing in the water. I’m not even a huge history buff really, but being in the places where so much has taken place can deeply captivate a person. I just kept thinking about how amazing it would have been to be there then—when it was actually in use and not just a crowded tourist destination, when I wouldn’t be just a tourist. I’m sure that’s how a lot of tourists think about it, and that’s why we put up with the rest of the tourists. It’s always been funny to me how a tourist can get annoyed with other tourists. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do the same thing, but it really is a ridiculous concept to ponder.

cool monks at roman baths

Yeah, I was creeping, but these guys just looked so cool admiring the baths!

roman bath building

Group picture at the Roman baths

Group picture at the Roman baths (sorry the lighting is not so great)

We continued to explore and everything was beautiful, but unfortunately my phone had died by then so I have no more pictures. I learned on that trip that you can see a whole lot in a day, so I hope to go on more day trips soon.

5 Tips for Getting the Most Out of a Day at the Museum


How can one visit Paris and NOT go to a museum? If you’re in Paris for even just a day and don’t get to at least one musée, I question your priorities.

So many culturally enriching options and you choose to ride an elevator up an old radio tower? Quelle honte.

So many culturally enriching options and you choose to ride an elevator up an old radio tower? Quelle honte.

All jokes aside, there is so much more to Paris than the Eiffel Tower. In my first two weeks, I’ve already spent a fair amount of time staring at paintings and I’d encourage anyone in Paris to spend at least a full day doing the same! While you’re there, you might as well try to be a professional about it. Here are a few ways to make the museum as enjoyable as you can, for yourself and everyone around you.

1. Freebies and Discounts

Many of Paris’s museums and historic buildings are free to students, so always ask for the tarif étudiant, a student discount, and present ID. Your student ID is good, but often not enough on its own. Carry some form of ID showing your age, like your passport. Other places have special days where admission is free to the general public. On that day it will be packed. Lines move quickly though, so don’t get discouraged!

2. Worthwhile Expenses

If you’re able to get in for free, or even if you’re not, I HIGHLY recommend paying the extra 5 or so euros for the audio guide, a little gadget that’s usually rented for the day from a desk right up front. If you’re making the effort to go and stare at art in person, take advantage and learn the stories behind the paintings and sculptures for much less than the cost of an art history course. On your way out, drop it off. Easy!

3. The Stance

Please consider some basic manners when stopping to look closer at a painting.

Make sure that when you stop, you’re not blocking the view of anyone that was there first. Allow space to pass in front and behind you if you can, and heed any markers that distance you from the works. They can range from raised platforms to tape markers on the floor. Much like a zoo, I feel it’s best to observe while maintaining a safe distance; I cannot afford to replace or restore a Renoir if I breathe on it too hard. This also allows others to see!

4. Attire

Practical beats cute while walking around a museum. Wear comfy shoes. Museums also tend to be cold or at least cool, to preserve the artwork, so a light jacket is a wise choice even in the summer. Finally, many museums will ask you to check a book bag or anything larger at the door, since you could potentially swing it into a priceless work of art. If you must bring anything inside with you, bring it in a small purse or camera bag and be ready to show its contents to the guard at the door.


Ah, the universal word for “quiet.” If you must speak, please whisper. Otherwise, be respectful to the space and let there be silence. A museum is a very intellectual place and noise, particularly any loud noise, is just not conducive to that environment. As my RA during my freshman year often said: Never be “that person.”


Bonus: Photography

In most places photography is perfectly fine, but flash photography is absolutely forbidden. Be totally certain your flash is turned off! Also, please refrain from being that person who takes photos of every painting, and doesn’t actually stop to appreciate any of them. Recently at Paris’s museum of modern art, I watched a man walking quickly from one work to the next, stopping just long enough to take a single photograph and then running around the room to the next one, and the next one… I’m not sure what he was trying to accomplish, but to everyone else it was clear he didn’t really care about the art.


Pick a museum with exhibits that interest you, and you’ll end up doing more than just passing time. Keep these tips in mind and you’ll have a wonderful day at any museum you choose!

My stack of tickets, maps and far!

My stack of tickets, maps and info…so far!

Bonne journée!

My Crib: Living Arrangements in London


I feel like I am falling for this city too hard and too fast. Don’t get me wrong, I do love Philadelphia, and I think it has a lot to offer, but London just gets me. I feel like there is always something going on here—like around every corner is a new adventure. Perhaps this is just my excitement in its absolute newness to me, but the culture shock has been overwhelmingly positive. I mean, I’ve barely even begun to explore, and I still feel this way already.

One thing I do really want to do before I leave is get myself more oriented with where I am by foot. While taking the tube, I tend to become quite disoriented. It is an alarming sensation to step out from the underground and have no idea which direction you went or how far. In Philly, public transportation seems much more straight-forward. Maybe that’s just because of my familiarity with it, but I really enjoy knowing where I am in relation to places I’ve been or to places I’m going. Mentally mapping the city as a pedestrian would make me feel much more comfortable in this space. I will keep you updated on how that goes for me in the following few weeks.

On another note, I have to say, I was extremely pleasantly surprised with the living arrangements we received through study abroad. I mean, I didn’t think it would be awful or anything, but I definitely was not expecting all this. Blithehale Court is a student living apartment complex located in Bethnal Green. It isn’t necessarily in the heart of the city, but anywhere you’d want to go is only a short tube ride away. Plus, I feel like we are getting a more authentic feel for London here since it is not really an area flooded with tourists. We live just a minute or two from the nearest Sainsbury’s Local and I was quick to locate the nearest yoga studio—which is about five minutes away, just around the corner. There is a local park across from our flats and others, like Victoria Park, only a few minutes away, as well. We are surrounded by culture and hidden treasures in any and every direction.

Not to mention the actual flat! We got the real, V.I.P. hookup here. This is actually my first time ever having a bed larger than a twin and my very own bathroom with a shower and everything! I don’t ever want to go home! When I saw the rooms, I just thought, “this is the height of luxury!” We also have a kitchen/living area and were supplied with basic kitchen and cleaning supplies. All in all, the living space is quite a success, and I am lucky to share it with some of the nicest girls I have ever met.

I have been so absorbed with actually exploring and looking around that I haven’t really remembered to take pictures of it all, but I will be sure to provide those soon. For now, here are some lovely pictures of my wonderful flat and my adorable roommates.

The wall in my bedroom matches my hair, so I couldn't resist taking a few selfies.

The wall in my bedroom matches my hair, so I couldn’t resist taking a few selfies.

Yes, we have two fridges/freezers.

Yes, we have two fridges/freezers.

My room before I unpacked, and made it my own.

My room before I unpacked, and made it my own.

These are not all my roommates, but all the girls are absolutely lovely. There are five of us in my flat.

Not all of these women are my roommates, but all the girls are absolutely lovely. There are five of us in my flat.

Me and two of my roommates. I'm pretty sure I've already made life-long friends here, and I hope they feel the same way.

Me and two of my roommates. I’m pretty sure I’ve already made life-long friends here, and I hope they feel the same way.

Culture shock is real… even in Paris


Alright, I admit it: culture shock was not as small a problem as I thought it would be.

If you’re planning on studying abroad, you’ve likely already heard about culture shock and how you need to anticipate all these stages and feelings…Yeah, let’s be honest: that stuff is boring when you’re counting down the days to your flight.

So please know I’m serious when I tell you that culture shock is real and there is no easy solution.

Having previously visited Paris, I thought I was ready. I already knew I loved the city! But as I realized I was walking the wrong direction to get to a meeting, I did not love the city. Not at all. I eventually got to my destination (very, very late), but my frustrations lingered. Why was one side of the street going up in number while the other side went down? Why do they put the street signs on the buildings? Those frustrations continued when I got on a bus going the wrong direction, and again as I tried to locate granola bars at Monoprix (it’s kind of like Target).

Days later in a grocery store, I opened a refrigerator to pick out a prepackaged salad. I held the door open for the person behind me, and he closed it. I don’t know why, but that just put me over the edge. I paid for my salad as quickly as I could and hurried outside where it was less crowded, where I could breathe. I had so many questions, and the lack of answers made me feel angry, sad, and lost.

All day long, for my entire first week, I was surprised constantly by all these little nuances of French behavior that I didn’t understand. It felt like even when I tried my very best to adjust to the new norms, people still spotted me and knew I was faking it. Faking it really, really hard. That kind of stress and effort is exhausting, and the stress finally built up to a point that I couldn’t contain it.

I was eating dinner with some other Temple students the night of the refrigerator incident when out of nowhere I just started to cry, in the middle of the gardens, while eating a bag of cheeseburger flavored potato chips and drinking from a massive bottle of water.

It was crazy: that morning I had visited Monet’s garden, one of my absolute must-do’s for the trip. But as the little frustrations had stacked up, my day had gone from euphoric happiness to uncontrollable sadness. I didn’t know what to do. Finally, I admitted to feeling culture shock, the phenomenon I had neglected to actually prepare for because it wasn’t the most fun or exciting.

Monet's impossibly beautiful gardens were a high point in my first week!

Monet’s impossibly beautiful gardens at Giverny are a must-see outside of the city.

Thank goodness I was surrounded by other students who felt the same way and were willing to talk about it. I’ve since realized that because Paris is so full of weary travelers and confused international explorers, I have no reason to be so obsessed with fitting in. Of course I haven’t mastered every little nuance of French behavior; even if I moved here permanently, I likely never would. But the more time I spend here, the more I will learn. Each time I go walking in the city, Paris unfolds like a map in my brain. That’s a really rewarding and incredible feeling.

The phrase is so common that people often leave it unfinished: “When in Rome…Do as the Romans do.” Well when in Paris, I’m learning, sometimes the best you can do is essayer: to try  (not to be confused with essuyer, to wipe).

Now that my class has started I’m forming a routine and starting to really settle in. I’m moving forward with positivity and curiosity, and I think that’s all anyone can ask of me. Other than, maybe, keeping the refrigerator closed.

Until next time!

10 Things I Have Already Learned in London


1) Everything is more expensive:

It may not seem like it at first, but once you realize the severe difference in currency, you start watching your budget like never before.

On the upside, at least you can say you lost a few pounds!

2) Everything has history:

Just ask Steve, our professor and group coordinator. Practically every single building or landmark can be tracked back ages ago. It is actually pretty impressive–even the historical districts in the U.S. seem very modern and new in comparison.


I don't even know what this is, but it looks super old, right?

I don’t even know what this is, but it looks super old, right?

3) Generally, people are more polite and understanding:

Our second day here, some friends and I set out to buy our oyster cards (trans-passes for the public transportation here) and not only were the tube (London’s subway) attendants very attentive and helpful, but they even allowed us to take a free ride to a station that accepts swipe cards (that’s another thing—they use chip credit cards here, so many swipe cards won’t read). Also, everyone on the street is usually willing to help out if you need directions or any help getting somewhere.


4) Everyone is in a hurry:

This one is honestly so shocking at first. I have never seen so many people in such a huge rush. They are actually a little frightening (especially in the tube/underground), but extremely efficient. Everyone seems to have somewhere to be and knows exactly where he or she is going. There is no shame in running to catch a bus. That may be why so many people are in such great shape too.


5) Public transportation is extremely efficient and everyone uses it:

Waiting is a rarity here. There is almost always a train/bus/sub/what-have-you ready for your arrival. Rather than waiting 10+ minutes for any type of transportation (like in Philly) there is a train maybe every two minutes. This is an impressive and exciting experience. The only downside to the tube is that it is usually crowded. I mean, you’re practically hugging the people near you at times. Transitioning back to Septa after this trip may be difficult.


6) The food is healthier:

This was so exciting for me! Practically every street has some cute, organic place to eat out and the grocery stores—here they are little corner stores (God bless Sainsbury)—are filled with all kinds of healthy, fresh, GMO-free options. Needless to say, I am not afraid of the food here like I tend to be at home. Like I said, the stores are usually smaller, but here, it is quality over quantity. *Disclaimer: I think many of my fellow students would not agree with my sentiments about the food. For one—fast food restaurants (at least the ones that sell fried, greasy American food) are few and far between. Also, I am a vegetarian, so I have not been eating many of the same things that others have been.


7) Flip-flops are a NO-GO:

Keep your slippers at home! This is so important! As an avid flip-flop wearer, I was pretty devastated to learn that my favorite summer shoe was a no-go, but it does make sense. Since it is not as hot here, they are not really appropriate. They get pretty serious about unspoken dress codes, and I have been turned away from some places simply because of my shoes.


8) Everyone’s got their swag on 24/7:

I actually really liked my wardrobe before I came to London—now, not so much. When I say it really is quality of quantity here, I mean it. The stagnant, predictable weather definitely plays a role in this. It seems that here, rather than buy a bunch of cheap, trending clothes (like I tend to do), people invest in a few, fabulous, quality staple pieces. The must haves: a pair of black boots, a leather jacket, a scarf and a fabulous strut. I’m, of course, speaking mainly of the female fashion here, but men are also dressed to the nines all of the time.

9) British people believe that Americans eat nothing but burgers:

It is apparently a running joke here. I just like to laugh it off and prove them wrong by ordering the most British sounding item on the menu. I don’t eat burgers anyway.


Okay, this isn’t very British, but it was from this great Vietnamese place called Pho. The best part though, was that it was only 10 pence for all this! That’s the equivalent of 15 cents!

10) You should always check the weather:

The weather fluctuates a lot around here in the summer. It is all pretty subtle, but it can really save you the trouble of being very cold or very warm all day if you just check ahead of time. If I were to pack all over again, I would definitely bring a wider variety of clothes for different temperatures. My biggest regret is not bringing jeans. I actually had to buy some in my first week here.

The Longest Days Ever.


I’m gradually adjusting to my new time zone, and trying to eat at regular intervals. On my first day I forgot to eat lunch, and on my second day I slept through breakfast, but today so far I’m doing well! I’m sitting by the big window, writing, waiting until the French news comes on. I’m told by my host family that the reporters are very articulate, and that listening to the broadcast may help me learn.

Yes, today I’m sitting in the apartment doing very little, on what may be my only day off for a long time. Friends of mine from Temple are going to see some tourist attractions today, things that I saw during my previous visit to Paris. The catacombs are very cool, and I definitely recommend going…but since I’m a bit claustrophobic, I really have very little desire to see them a second time.

I feel guilty for not going out on an adventure this morning, but the last three days of travel and tourism have left me completely exhausted. I don’t intend to make it a habit, but today is supposed to be the hottest day of the week (which has been a scorcher!) and I felt I had earned this day off. I’m hoping to make plans for tonight when it’s cooled down! And so, here are some updates and observations.

After the TSA broke my watch, my flight was delayed. After that, we sat on the runway for about 45 minutes doing nothing but waiting. At last, we began our 6.5 hour flight, during which I slept for maybe 1-2 hours. So after a total of about 12 hours of sitting in the car, sitting in the airport, sitting on a plane, and sitting on a bus, I was rather glad to be on my feet. At least until I saw all the stairs.

The metro here is, in most places, only reached by long trails of escalators, tunnels, and MANY stairs, and I still think the layout makes no sense because last night I had to go in a big, unnecessary triangle to get to my destination. This less-than-direct system made for long and uncomfortable travel from the airport with my two suitcases. I think I actually pulled a muscle in one of my arms, because it is still sore.

Ah yes, from getting lost, to exploding soda, to taking the wrong bus, my first two days here were far from smooth sailing. But between those things happening I ate something delicious or I saw something really beautiful, and I can always go to those memories to feel better about how my stay is going. During difficult moments I try to remember what an awesome thing I’m doing, being essentially on my own in Paris.

From the roof of the Foyer, where many Temple students are staying, countless landmarks of Paris are visible.

From the roof of the Foyer, where many Temple students are staying, countless landmarks of Paris are visible.

Also, I don’t know what it is about Paris but the sun shines here from about 5am to almost 11pm! The summer days are so long!

It has been unbelievably hot, and I’m told that some elderly people and some children have died here because of the heat. To me it’s strange; at home, heat waves cause only mild concern in areas with older homes and people. That’s probably because there are so few places in the US where air conditioning is not commonplace.

Although there isn’t air conditioning in the apartment (only stores seem to have AC in Paris) we do leave the windows open, which allows a nice breeze to come through for most of the day, making the heat pretty tolerable. There are no screens in the windows–I can stick my head out and look around as much as I please. At home in the U.S. all kinds of bugs are attracted to the cool indoor environment, but I’m really not kidding when I say I’ve just now, in this exact moment, seen an insect fly into the window for the first time since arriving.

I do see a lot of birds outside my bedroom window though, and last night I actually had a dream involving a terrifying bird invasion. So I’m feeling a little paranoid about my open window… It’s ok, Félin will protect me.

Félin, possibly my favorite cat ever.

Félin, possibly my favorite cat ever.

For now, au revoir. See you in a few days for the next post!

Travel Nerves and Goals for a Summer in Paris


Tomorrow, I’m flying across the ocean to live with a stranger for six weeks while taking a 3000-level French class in Paris, France.

Holy crêpes.

To calm my nerves, I’m reminding myself that I’ve taken French since 7th grade, and took French class during each of my two semesters at Temple. I even got to go to France in high school, for just over a week. I’m better prepared than lots of people who choose to study abroad! But still, something tells me that studying the language in Paris will be quite different from the last six years I’ve spent studying it in the US, and this trip will be nothing like my first.

Welcome to my blog, friends and strangers. And welcome, very soon, to Paris!

Getting Ready

Up until a few days ago my French adventure seemed to be far away in the distant future. Suddenly, I realized I was only days from departure and had a LOT to do. So for my first post, a little advice to aspiring students abroad.

I have discovered the importance of doing all the prep stuff in advance. When I went to pick up the prescriptions I will need for my trip, I was informed that although my doctor had approved me to pick up an extra refill, my insurance had not. I learned that a whole big process was required to get that approval, a process for which I no longer had time. Instead, I’m spending money on medicine which I could have spent on delicious breads and cheeses in Paris. Learn from my mistakes and sort out the important stuff way ahead of time!

Packing for this kind of trip is weird; it’s not a vacation for a few days, but it’s also not an entire semester. So what I did was divide the length of my stay (six weeks) by the number of times I expect to wash my clothes (twice) which means everything I bring can be worn three times total. Thus, I have packed clothing sufficient for a two week trip.

You wouldn’t guess it from seeing my messy room, but I love to organize and pack. For my checked bag, I’m using an old suitcase with some glorious floral print that will really stand out on the luggage carousel.

Stylish, n'est-ce pas?

Stylish, n’est-ce pas?

One huge help to me while packing has been the TSA’s “Can I Bring…?” tool, on their website. You can search for pretty much any item and it will tell you whether you can bring it and any special rules. For example, did you know that lip gloss does not count as a liquid? That you can take a pencil sharpener through security? Now you know.

It’s not my first time traveling by myself, but I will be landing in another country alone for the first time. I’ll be honest: I’m pretty freaked out right now. But at the same time, I’m so excited I can’t come close to explaining it in words. Luckily I learned a lot about myself during my first year of college, and I know how to manage the nerves I’m feeling. When I get scared, and my stomach starts to feel funny, I can take some deep breaths and have a ginger candy. And with that simple fix, I’m excited and feeling good again.

Before I Even Get There…

I’m nervous about le métro. In Philly, the lines make sense. The Broad Street Line goes north and south beneath Broad Street. Duh. The Market-Frankford line goes east to west and crosses the BSL in the middle. Welp, the Paris Métro system is NOTHING like that. The 13 different lines snake around the city, criss-crossing and turning all over the place. Just planning my journey from the airport to my host’s home involves a bus, a train station, and a métro. What do these people have against the grid system?!?



Fortunately, I have a tiny map of the city (including métro lines!) that I can carry everywhere.  And as I figure out this silly snaking train system, I’ll let you know of any pattern or logic I discover.

This is going to be a challenge, an adventure, and just an incredible experience, and I hope you’ll follow along and experience it with me! My next post will come straight from the City of Lights, and I’ll be sharing some initial realizations of differences between PA and Paris.

Bonne journée!

Big Ben Beckons: Preparing to Travel to London


And so it begins—airfare, luggage and passports, oh my. Preparing to study abroad doesn’t even seem real. I’ve only ever traveled a few times in my life, but never for this long, and while I am beyond excited, I am also incredibly nervous. I mean, I believe I can fly [I believe I can touch the sky], but boarding an airplane completely on my own? I never thought the day would come. Little ol’ me—5′ 2″ and barely 100 lbs—carrying a suitcase half my weight and then some. It won’t be easy, but it will be an adventure.

Already I have learned that, even another English-speaking country can be worlds away culturally, linguistically, and socially. I have heard that escalator etiquette is extremely vital, lemonade is actually Sprite, and that I shouldn’t try black pudding because “It’s not chocolate! It’s made with blood!” Thank you Aunt Miriam.

Honestly though, I am so passionate and excited about this trip. I am eager to try new things and to experience a new culture and landscape. From what I have seen—whether it be through Instagram or Google images, London is an incredible city. It is a destination with iconic landmarks and secret getaways. Where people thrive and make memories, and where so much history has taken place.

I cannot wait to absorb that history—to find hidden wonders and to make that beautiful city mine. I cannot wait to explore an entirely new environment and to become a part of it. I mean, how many people get to say that they lived in a different country. I know it is only for a short period of time, but it is still so real and new and exciting. Plus, where better to study British Literature than at its source?

As Advertising is one of my majors, I am also eager to observe British media first hand rather than through the internet and textbooks. In my personal opinion, the United Kingdom has come up with some of the most inspiring and unfiltered existing concepts and campaigns. There is just something so raw about Europe. Perhaps it is because it is an older and wiser region, or perhaps it is due to its unique political system. Either way, it has the power to inspire.

I expect nothing less than to be inspired. I expect to feel differently about certain cultures and to change my opinion about specific politics. I expect to learn a world of history about a country that shaped the entire world. I am still in shock that I have been provided the chance to feel any of this—to plan any of this. I am so blessed and I only hope to share this incredible opportunity with the rest of the world.

Let me share this with you.

This suitcase is nearly half my weight.


Just a few of the many things I need to get started on my journey.