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Not SupermanA Marathon a Day in Abu Dhabiby Macabea Every day here in Abu Dhabi I make a list of all of the things that I need to do. As the day progresses things get added, accomplished and crossed out, and if any are left at the end of the day I delegate them to other times in the week. I usually do the same...more |
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Waking Up in ParisMy Typical School Day Morning in Franceby AudreyF There have been many times here when I have started off my day with a bowl of “Special K Noir.” That is to say that, in France, the eating of REALLY GOOD dark chocolate flakes first thing in the morning is acceptable, nay, encouraged! I remember...more |
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Piazzas, Duomos, and Public TransportationThe landmarks and the frustrations of a less efficient but markedly more picturesque Florenceby Harrison At first, Florence was a puzzle to my New York grid-oriented mind. Narrow streets, not all marked, some of which cut diagonally through other streets, confused me even though compared to other Italian cities such as Venice, Florence is a piece of cake. While some...more |
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Arting the OrdinaryLike black and white pictures on facebook.by Frauchen The great thing about moving, and I've moved a lot, is that the mundane gets a little more exciting. It just hits a slightly different chord in my brain, as if the neural clusters activated shifted just a tad to let you know- new! This is why the subway only now...more |
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Living the Porteña LifeAdjusting to the differences of a slower-paced, but ever relaxing Argentine lifestyle by Gabrielle My new routine has barely been established as of yet, we’ve had only four days of classes thus far and already two vacation days for Carnival. Coming back to Buenos Aires, I finally feel very established with my way around the city; I know the places to go, but...more |
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Language: the true foreign landHow language allows us to get to know a cultureby dana So this is where my five years of flashcards and conjugation tables becomes real life. Yes! Finally! But let me tell you, it is quite different and most definitely exotic. When Argentines speak sometimes I can barely understand them. They don’t pronounce the words in full...more |
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The Art of ForgettingAs I try to leave myself behind.by Frauchen Every time a plane rises something sets off in me. I can't explain it. I suppose all of a sudden I become reflective, pondering the excitement I feel for the next chapter in my life, or the jaded apathy I wonder if I shouldn't feel. Flying is isolating- no...more |
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Do as the Florentines DoSit Back and Relaxby Bianca Many people say “Florence is a small city.” I agree with this statement compared to New York City. However getting around everyday has been a lot harder than any MTA Subway system. In my daily routine I have to give myself at least 30-60 min of travel time. Its...more |
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Quotidian Life Going with the flow by Elena As I unlocked the door to my apartment my first day in Florence I was terrified: would the apartment be old? Small? Dirty? Would I like my roommates? I quickly pushed open the door; I couldn’t wait to find out. To my surprise, the apartment appeared to be decked out in...more |
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Weird WordsA few benefits and few qualms about somewhat knowing the local languageby AudreyF Coming to France, I had already studied the language for five years. That being said, I still stumbled (and continue to stumble) all over myself when I trying to communicate in French. And for my moments of linguistic discomfort, I have created a mantra that...more |
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Tounge-TiedMy words (or lack thereof), my nerves my frustration.by tugzwell I often like to imagine myself being a confident public speaker, cracking jokes left and right, the “life” of any given conversation. In reality though, I’m delusional. When it comes to talking to strangers in English, I usually become...more |
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Something's Just Not RightHow the Accra Mall convinced me I didn't miss Americaby HaleyWho
It felt eerie, almost, like we had walked onto a movie set and no one knews it but us. The moment you cross the threshold, a blast of cool AC hits your face, and your ears are assaulted by 90’s pop music. Suddenly, only half the people around you... more |
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Hearing is BelievingI’m in a Spanish-speaking country, but where has all my Spanish gone?by meglius Before even looking at this week’s prompt, I found myself noticing something about the Spanish here in Buenos Aires: to me, it truly seems like a foreign tongue. This city is notorious for having a Castellano accent that is particular to only their region of...more |
