Two whole days before I leave for Pisa, and I've finished packing. How does one pack for 2.5 weeks on a continent where the weather can range from 100 degrees in Sevilla to 50 degrees in Berlin - in a single carry-on suitcase? Travel with me and prepare to be educated.
OK, so maybe it doesn't hurt that I'm a small person and a majority of my clothes can therefore be rolled up into the size of a lima bean. That in combination with the fact that I dress like a ho.
Words cannot describe how excited I am to escape from Corporate America. I hope to get out of this trip what everyone else seems to have done during their semester abroad or after graduation - what I missed out on by going directly from the Hill to 2650 Lou Menk Drive. The plus side of doing it at this point of my life, however, is that I now have the financial means to do it. You know, the financial means that would probably be better spent investing in my academic future.
Mehhhhh... fuck that shit.
I am going to steep in an Italian mud bath in Tuscany, climb the Tower of Pisa, gorge myself on pasta and gelato, wave to the Pope at his General Audience, enjoy tapas and flamenco in Sevilla, visit Alhambra in Granada, play in Barcelona's Olympic Village, catch the semifinal World Cup match over a pint at the Hofbräuhaus, stroll down Unter den Linden and catch up with an old pen pal over curry in London. I'm hoping that the nonstop sightseeing will somehow counteract the constant flow of local spirits and other epicurean delights to be consumed during my sojourn across the pond.
Email me your addy by Wednesday if you want a postcard!
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