I just woke up from a half dream, half nightmare that was the month of April. It was the most eventful, traumatizing and unbelievable month of my life and I’m still trying to fathom the fact that it was actually real.
My program is soon coming to an end in a couple of weeks, so I’ve decided to catch up on some traveling around China before it does. During a four-day school holiday my classmate, Anna, and I decided to travel to Shanghai and Suzhou.
This past weekend I competed in the 7.5 km Singha Obstacle Run VI in Phetchaburi, Thailand. It started out as a weekend of doubts but soon turned into a weekend of fulfillment and accomplishment.
Spring break abroad means it’s time to pack your bags and head to another country. I decided to head to the home of pizza and pasta, Italy. I actually have a friend who is studying in Urbino, she has been there for almost a year so our ventures in Europe were quite interesting.
This past week was full of celebrations for the community of Thailand and myself. The Thai New Year, also known as the Songkran festival, was April 13-15. My personal celebration was my first birthday outside of the US.
As soon as I stepped foot in Shanghai Pudong International Airport I knew that to truly capture the culture, scenery and overall experience of China I would have to film it.
Friday night my friend messaged me to let me know someone was selling an Isle of Skye tour ticket that she and a bunch of others were going on that weekend. I have developed a very “why not” attitude since my study abroad experience is slowly coming to an end and decided to buy it! It was one of the best decisions I’ve made during this whole experience.
This trip was easily the best trip of my life! Amsterdam is such an artistic, picturesque city that draws you into its strangeness and quaintness.
Here I am again. Another bus back to my home in Maastricht after a weekend in yet another foreign country. This time I’m listening to melancholy music and nostalgically looking at pictures of the “best weekend of my life.” I may have repeated this phrase over and over again while describing my trips in my past blogs, but I don’t think that another city will compare to Paris.