Bitten By The Travel Bug: Hurt So Good

I’ve contracted the disease. The symptoms are all there: spontaneously buying bus tickets to new countries, laughing at my dwindling bank account with little remorse, traveling directly after class ends on Friday and only returning to Angers in time for my Monday class. Every night I find myself obsessively searching for the cheapest route to…

EAT (pastries), PRAY (for more pastries), LOVE (those pastries)

It’s three weeks into my study abroad experience in Angers, and I can finally say I’ve nestled quite cozily into my new environment. I’ve taken to an all-black wardrobe, started smoking a pack of cigarettes for petit-déjeuner, and have finally reached fluency. Actually none of that is true, but I have spent the last few…