How am I expected to just get up and leave? It feels like it was just last week that I stuffed two suitcases full of sparkly shoes and puffy dresses, left my room a wreck, and wore my winter sweater because it wouldn’t fit in my luggage. I don’t understand how I can be packing {Read More…}
Sometimes when you live in a foreign country for an extended period of time, your appreciation for certain “homey” things gets the best of you. For me, the thing that encompassed “home”was the fluffy buttermilk pancake with maple syrup. Both of which are NOT Italian. So rather than pout about it, we decided to turn {Read More…}
I had been traveling around Europe for almost 4 months and I was yet to find that “place.” You know, that place where you never want to leave, somewhere that is unexplainable and unfathomable: a place where you want to be stranded forever. I hadn’t found this place, until I arrived in Interlaken, Switzerland. It’s magic. Described as {Read More…}
I’ve gone on and on and on about how I’ve learned to appreciate my home, how much I love my family, and how excited I am to see them. But today, I made a home here. I’ve learned to develop friendships and make a home in a place that will never be my actual home. This {Read More…}
The day has dawned. The hour has slowly dwindled. The time has finally come. My plane ticket to Italy has finally been earned. The culmination of my baking career is now…valid. According to my father, that is. Today, I learned how to make pizza. Homeade pizza. Italian pizza. It was kind of like a self-realization {Read More…}