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"Incomparable." That is one of many words to be used to describe the ancient city that is Rome; nothing in the world can explain the sensation of being in the center of this diverse, historical metropolis. Walking aimlessly through its worn streets, hearing authentic music and the beautiful...Tags:
I stumble upon my own feet on the cracked cobblestone streets of Istanbul once more. It would seem that my clumsiness follows me even across international borders. I pick myself up off the ground and dust myself off. My knee is bleeding. My host grandmother will not be pleased. I can...Tags:
I had always wanted a “real” volunteer experience and so, after three years of saving and a dream I thought would never be true, I was now sleeping in the jungle of Chiang Mai, Thailand with my sister, best friend, and three half wild elephants. I was a world away from my usual life – only a...Tags:
Costa Rica, a touch of the tropics, some may say. I say it’s more of a dive, head first, into a region soaked in biodiversity and engulfed by environmental awareness, for Costa Rica is so much more than just a tourist beach get away. This last summer I went on a tour with the spanish club at my...Tags:
I walk through the dirt covered path, my head down, as the scent of burning trash fills my nose. I hear the faint screams of a child nearby, and look up to see a group of boys playing a makeshift game of soccer, using a ball made of old newspaper and rope. As I continue walking, I’m struck by a...Tags:
As summer rolled around the annually family vacation arose. Now being in a family of all young adults thinking that those years are the “prime years”, we all felt somewhat embarrassed to go out and hang out with each other. As we sat in the car waiting for my dad to get in pondering on when will...Tags:
It was eight in the morning we were at the Hartsfield Jackson Airport reading tabloids at a newsstand about the death of the King of Pop and eagerly awaiting the call for our 10:45 flight to J.F.K... Two hours and few minutes later found me, my friend Ruth, her brother Sam, and her mother...Tags:
The day was hot. So hot in fact, that it redefined my definition of the word. Wiping away a bead of sweat that was threatening to fall from the tip of my nose, I tried to force the latex gloves over my fingers. With my hair pulled back into a tight bun and no makeup in sight, I wished for the...Tags:
I had always believed that school trips could just not be any fun. I had been on field trips and such and seen the way you have about no freedom at all. That was until i took my sophomore trip to Costa Rica. My mom had actually basically forced me to go, as bad as that sounds. But while i was...Tags:
It was my first flight by myself, though it was a quick, painless one, only a short puddle hop, from the Los Angeles to San Jose airport. From there we would go to Stanford University, I was traveling to attend a law and trial conference that was being held there. For these 10 days, we would live...Tags: