A year after visiting Rome, in this post I share photos and reflect about why that trip still means so much to me.
I remember the day I learned that Spain had lived a Civil War in the 20th century, and I remember learning that the country had been ruled by a dictator, Francisco Franco. I was 10 years-old sitting on my Spanish grandparent's floor the summer of 2005 watching T.V. as my Abuelo repaired something that had [...]
Parfois, exister dans la liberté est plus douloureux que rester dans le confortable. Sometimes, existing in freedom hurts more than staying in what is comfortable. I have officially finished my first year of my master's degree at the Sorbonne. These past few years of school have been such a ride that I have decided to [...]