Having just posted about Pesach during Rosh Hashana, it seems fitting that I now discuss my sins right in time for Yom Kippur.
0 commentsI left Rome at the end of May and have been back at school now for over a month. I feel almost entirely readjusted to American college life, except for some little pangs of Rome-sickness. Last night I had a dream that I was on the bus to Sienna except it was going to Interlaken and I was with Tom and Ethan and Tom was wearing a black beanie on his head. It was so vivid I felt disoriented upon waking up in my bed in central Illinois. Anyway, I wrote this post after experiencing my first Passov...
First let me catch everyone up on the crazy ending to my Amsterdam adventure. When I got back to Rome I felt relieved and relaxed, happy to be back in a place that I know pretty well. I was without a source of money, except for the lovely Ms. Borden, but the package that my mom sent was "guaranteed to be in Rome on April 10th." Okay, just a few days without my precious belongings: no iPod - big deal!; no camera - I've seen everything already; no make-up - I'm a natural beauty. S...
I left the Netherlands through Rotterdam, where I had to go to catch a plane back to Rome because the tickets were so much more reasonably priced from there than from Amsterdam. The train ride was only an hour long which gave me about three hours of knock-around time before getting to the airport. I had done just enough research to find out the name of the best restaurant and the best museum in Rotterdam and since the museum was a little too expensive, I made my way from the train station to ...
My weekend in Amsterdam was absolutely crazy – but not because I was tripping on shrooms or tweaking on space cakes. As soon as I got there I lost my purse and everything inside it which was basically my entire life. I lost my wallet, my passport, my iPod, camera, phone, make-up, deodorant and toothbrush. I tried to pack light by carrying just a backpack and a purse and ended up without half of the things I really needed. Still, I had clothes and my computer and friends to be my ATM&rsq...
Our first night in Barcelona, we got dressed up and went out for tapas at a great restaurant called Tapas Gaudi. We ordered a pitcher of Sangria, which tastes like juice in a good way and is pretty much the best beverage ever. Jess and I split garlic mushroom tapas which were delicious. All three of us split an appetizer plate of grilled vegetables which were slightly charred and salty - I especially loved the grilled tomato and artichoke.
