To the week of runny noses and running to pubs . . . HOW DID I NOT POST ABOUT MUNICH?!?! I’m actually not surprised at all. I was dead for half of this trip and frostbitten for the other half, but for memories sake, LET’S BEGIN. I started off being sick
New York is no longer the city that doesn’t sleep . . . It’s 3am and I’m in bed writing a blogpost. Mainly because I don’t want to forget a single thing about Budapest but also because my sleep schedule is the most messed up thing you’ll ever come across.
How many crepes were actually eaten? One will never know. Welcome back to the What Went Down series, where I specifically lay out what happened to me in a foreign country and people who don’t really care still read about it for some reason. PARIS. A childhood dream since I
Because we all need to eat cucumbers and do yoga here and there. . . Here’s the cheesy as fuck moment. We were on a train going through Switzerland and we were passing these random cottages on open prairies and mountains consumed in fog. Long story short I was listening
To that one weekend where we sat on rooftops and cried in bed hugging. I WENT TO FRANCE. This trip was pretty spontaneous. Laura sat on Mariah’s bed next to mine and said “We’re booking a trip to Nice, wanna come?” So I checked my bank account and said, my
I went to Cinque Terre for 36 hours. Here’s what went down. . . The trip started off with us realizing that we waited until the last day to book our train tickets and frantically making our friend go to the train station at 8 in the morning to try
