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  •          I have hiked the mountains of Montana, and swung through the treetops of Costa Rica. I have soaked in the seas of Sicily and I have explored the castles of Germany. None of these amazing ventures, however, can compare to my experience as a participant in the March of the Living.          ...

    Tags: Europe
  • In the month before school let out, my art teacher announced one last field trip to end the year right. The trip was for the National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C., and even though I am inclined not to go look at boring pictures tacked up onto dusty walls in dimly lit rooms, I went anyways so I...

  • My very first kiss was with Mozart, and I did it WITHOUT a time machine. If that’s not talent, I don’t know what is (I’m kidding of course, I don’t think you’d want to read this blog entry if I was that narcissistic). Now, I’m no mind reader, but I’m guessing you’re asking yourself one question...

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  •      Driving past Rice Park on a winter evening is one of the most inviting sights you could ever see. The trees are festooned with magical twinkling lights that illuminate ice sculptures on the ground below. Laughter and music float through the air, and draws our eyes to the ice rink across the...

  • The summer of 2011, I traveled to Peru in South America. The morning of the departure, it was hot and humid and yet I was headed to Lima, Peru on the first day. I had three things on my mind: whether I would arrive on time, how to adjust to the culture, and how to handle myself being without my...

  •           The air as I stepped off of the airplane was cool, much cooler than the 90 degree weather I was used to back home. It was not the cool air that made this place different but rather, it was the fresh, unpolluted air and the well preserved environment of Fairbanks, Alaska that made it...

  •     Traveling has always been a big part of my family. The love for the long drives came from my dad's infamous car rides that went nowhere and yet everywhere. The magic in that, was that we never did know whether he knew of these beautiful places from his youth, or if he just came upon them in the...

  • My journey began in Paris. After an arduous nine hour plane ride, I finally arrived at the St. Charles Hotel. Before even unpacking, our group was up on their feet, ready to see the city. Some of my favorite experiences were the simplest ones: strolling through the Avenue des Champs-Élysées,...

    Tags: Europe, France
  • I was born in Stockton, California.  Being native Oklahomans, my parents moved us back when I was 3.   My Mom loved going to San Francisco and I had heard all the stories of the awesome sites; Pier 39, the seals, Alcatraz, the Golden Gate, the Painted Ladies, the steep streets.  It seemed like...

  • I am proud to be an American. Not everybody can say that. I am proud to be free. Not everybody can say that, either. Some people are born feeling patriotic. For me, it took a trip to our nation's capitol to figure it out. My trip to Washington, D.C. started the minute I stepped off the plane....

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