Traveling historian with a writer's heart
I made myself a Nutella sandwich with chocolate milk because after a day of acting like an adult and taking care of a little kid, sometimes you deserve to be a kid. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm scared. I'm stressed. I'm up to my ears with paperwork and government officials saying one thing and then [...]
I felt like I was living in the movie Under the Tuscan Sun as we walked the streets of Nice. Buildings seemed to be on top of one another, the clothes lines hanging from one side to the other, people crowded on the streets and yelling at one another. Yes, I am in France, but I am in le [...]
This headache is pounding. I am putting words together, hoping they are right and in the end they come out as a big, jumbled mess. I can see the look of confusion on both my host parents' eyes when I am trying to express myself in French, and I want to hide myself under a [...]
I cannot even start to explain the beauty of this place and the emotions that are running through me. I am awestricken by everything, the language, the people, the streets, the beautiful Mediterranean colored buildings and so forth. Even though much is similar to what I see in Spain, the experience of this foreign land [...]
"You must just be so ecstatic about going to France, you are going to have so much fun, you are going to drink so much wine and eat lots of baguettes, cheese and chocolate. Don't forget about us here in the U.S." It is easy to say to someone who is giving up their life [...]
Veronica Lavil 