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9 Things No One Tells You About Studying Abroad

As my study abroad experience winds down, and I return to the States in the next two weeks, I’ve reflected on the things that I never expected or considered when I  was preparing for this adventure. Whether you are studying abroad this summer, next semester, or next year, I hope this post imparts some guidance to what no one tells you about studying abroad.

1.  It’s like starting freshman year all over again.

You just don’t get the help of orientation activities, clubs, and common areas to help you meet people. Most people seem to travel abroad with their friends, others, like me, try to be independent and go where I wanted to go. Studying abroad is a privilege, and I am honored that my parent’s let me study abroad, as the costs can prove inhibitive. That’s said, I feel like I have had to completely re-establish myself by finding new friends and meeting people who enjoyed my quirks. Except, I have noticed that when people come abroad with their friends, they aren’t as interested in making friends.

2. There will be times of loneliness.

As I said before, it’s difficult to come alone without a core friend group.  I’ve had my fair share of loneliness watching people have their instant travel and bar-hopping buddies. I got through it, and really had to reach out of my comfort zone. Also, do what you want to do, and don’t wait on others to make it happen.

3. You will miss certain American food items LIKE CRAZY.

Do yourself a favor, and pack yourself some peanut butter. Because if you find it in your respective country, it’s not the same! Once I got here, I was dreaming about goldfish, cookie dough and my favorite version of Special K. Save yourself the trouble, and try and save room for your favorite snacks. You can use the empty space for your souvenir collection.

4. Traveling get’s HELLA expensive, and it’s exhausting.

Euro-tripping sound’s amazing. I thought so at first too. Until I realized how expensive it could be. Flights, hostels, food and museums add up fast. Unless you have been saving up for months and years for these trips or your parents chip in, you might just be staying put. And more people than you think are all about staying in the region too! I also quickly realized that I was exhausted when I was traveling two or three weeks in a row. And then I got sick. Take a little downtime, and make sure that you are living and experiencing the city you chose to study in, and not just using it as home base in between your fantastic weekends.

5. You will spend most of your money on food, transportation, and booze.

Trying new dishes and restaurants- TOTALLY WORTH IT.  However, Keep the alcohol cheap and even, gasp, limit it , because you don’t want to waste all your money on being blacked out. Use those funds to have a memorable experience like renting a scooter for the afternoon or visiting a famous landmark.

6. There is pressure to go out every night, but please, do you!

There are many people here in Barcelona who seem to go out every night. Sometimes, it feels like everyone is going out. Some people can easily live that lifestyle, others need a break. Please feel strong enough to resist the temptation of clubbing 7 nights a week and get a good night’s sleep and your homework done every once in a while.

7. Some classes may be harder than in the U.S, and the indifference about that is too real.

I definitely have less work to do here, but my tests count more toward my grade. And that’s a scary thought, especially when that someone has test anxiety and loves the cushion of several smaller assignments to soak up an average test score. Also, don’t come abroad expecting your GPA to get a good bump, because that’s not going to happen. Just focus on maintenance, because you’re not going to have much time to study between all your traveling and exploring your city.

8You will have FOMO.

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my friend’s snapchats and Facebook posts at home, I wish I was there with them. You will get FOMO as you see them all together on Spring Break just goofing around, wondering what would happen if you’re there. But. Please don’t let this FOMO stop you because you are having the experience of a lifetime as cliche as it sounds. Check in with them occasionally, but don’t let their actions make you homesick.

9. Hola

No, I’m not saying hello! It’s a chrome add-on that makes it look like you’re browsing in the US, and makes it easy for you to watch Netflix. Because, even abroad, you’re not going to stop binge watching. It’s the best form of me-time out there!

But all in all, you will have the time of your life, experience self-growth and immerse yourself in a totally new country.  As cliche as it is, you will have the experience of a lifetime. I’m so excited for you to start this amazing journey in your life! 


I Survived Spring Break 2015

So, If I decided to write a post about my spring break, it would probably take as long as my vacation to write it. And let me tell you, this “break” was no vacation but a marathon of traveling. Let me paint a picture: 6 countries in 11 days. That old adage there is no sleep for the weary or wicked is true. There is no sleep (or rest) for the student traveler. Nevermind, that wherever I went, the rain came too.

That said, my immune system suffered dearly.

So, I have decided to sum my experience up for you with two photos from each city.

Prague, Czech Republic 

Swans by the Famous Charles Bridge
Yes, these two men are peeing fountains. And the water is 100% drinkable. Bonus: This display is next to the Franz Kafka Museum

Highlight: Easter Market in Old Town and Public Works of “Art”

Berlin, Germany

Constant construction and regrowth in Berlin
Between the Berlin Wall. East Side and the West Side

Highlight: The Holocaust Memorial almost brought me to tears, and the Doner Kebab

Amsterdam, Holland

Bikes, Canals, and Narrow homes!
What’s a trip to Amsterdam without a pose with the “D”! IAMSTERDAM

Highlight: Van Gogh Museum, the Heinken Experience Canal Cruise, The Atmosphere and STROOPWAFEL

So pretty!

Brussels, Belgium

Europe has a fascination with peeing boys.

Highlight: With only three short hours, it would have to be the strawberry and banana waffle with warm chocolate drizzled over it. It was devoured before I remembered to take a photo.

Paris, France


Highlight: I return to the city of lights! Loved the Musee d’Orsay- filled with impressionist masterpieces by Claude Monet and spectacular sculptures, Versailles, and of course, the Macaroons from Laduree!

So what was my favorite city? It’s a toss up. But, I would have to say Amsterdam because it is like nothing I have ever seen before. It’s like an adult fantasyland with idyllic homes and calming canals while all sorts of debauchery and fun are encouraged. Where else in the world can you hit up a coffee shop then indulge in the secrets of the red light district? No where.

But please, I wish Spring Break 2015 never came to an end. It was long and short at the same time. An exhausting whirlwind of new experiences. I loved every minute of it!

Now, I have returned to the grind, with finals week and my return home rapidly approaching the horizon. Oh my!

*All photos were taken by me!

Paris is for Lovers, I mean Rich People

Paris is for lovers. Scratch that. Paris is for rich people. Nothing in that city is affordable. I guess, I can’t expect the fashion capital of the world to be inexpensive. But, fashion of the capital of the world did Paris prove. And beautiful.  Now, the real story of interest is our mode of transportation to France. My mother came to visit me for almost 2 weeks as a part of birthday celebration for me and her. We are both pisces, and somehow the same person.  She decided I should experience traveling on a train. So we took the Renfe from Barcelona-Sants to a station just inside France. It was comfortable. It had a dining car; we were given headphones, and it even had charging ports. I could deal with this. We had a 45 minute wait at this station until our train to Paris came. At 8:45, an old, dilapidated sleeper train comes barreling through the track and the people go running to it. Apparently, this is our train to Paris. We spend a few minutes trying to figure out where we are going. When we find out “First Class Cabin,” we find ourselves sharing 2 bunk beds with 2 grown (smelly) men who don’t speak English. Even more, they want to go to sleep the second the train goes and there are no personal lights, or they just don’t work in our little cabin.  Anyways, we do not want to go to sleep that early in the night. The train starts to roll and the train is really quiet. Everyone is tucked away in their little rooms. Only my mom and I want to explore/ find a way to change rooms.  We slither our way to the Second Class Cabin (6 people squeezed into the smallest room ever to sleep) where we find a ticket taker. We explain the situation and the lady is surprised to hear that we’ve been placed in a cabin with men who we are not related to! She finds a way for us to get a new cabin, and lucky for us, we get another cabin in the same car all to ourselves. We spend the evening sipping wine from water bottles and talking about what we want to do when we get to Paris.  I have a restless sleep on the train that arrives in Paris at 7:23 a.m. I spend the night looking out at the darkness, watching flashes of light pass by as we go through many different towns. Everything in Paris was very spontaneous. We both had lists of the places we wanted to visit, but didn’t do such a good job of planning everything out. After some issues finding our hotel, a Holiday Inn, we are allowed to check in hours before normal. They had a room available for us, which we were not expecting. The beds were so comfortable, I kind of fell asleep for a bit, so we didn’t start our day until around 11 am. Oops! Not sure where to go, we asked the concierge where she suggested we go. She recommended the Sacred Heart Basilica of Montmarte (Sacre-Coeur) for it’s sweeping views of the city. We spend a little bit of time there before wandering the streets around it for a place to eat, as neither of us had eaten since boarding the train Thursday afternoon.  We ended up eating crepes. I decided to try and be adventurous and try a flambeed-crepe with apple brandy. This is where I  should stop trying to be cool and just eat a normal crepe with banana and nutella like the rest of the world.

The Base of the Basilica
Wandered into a chocolate museum nearby!
The first bite of macaroon
The first bite of macaroon

For the afternoon, we hung around the Arc de Triomphe- a very impressive structure and enjoyed some more sweeping views up top. Afterwards, we decided to walk around the famous Champs-Elysee street known for its high end retail where we visited the first Louis Vuitton flagship. Never have I had to wait in line to get into a store, but I did for LV. The store was buzzing, and everything felt much more approachable in the store than when I’ve stepped inside other locations, feeling out of place and targeted in a store with more employees than customers.  After I planted the idea of getting a Louis Vuitton in my mother’s mind, she played with the idea because it’s apparently cheaper to but it in Europe, but for the record, as of now, there is no Louis Vuitton monogram in my possession. Sigh. A girl can dream, right?

Cue "Gangam Style" playing in the background, because THAT happened.
Cue “Gangam Style” playing in the background, because THAT happened.

Somehow the day started to slip away and we rushed to the Eiffel Tower where a long line awaited us. We came from the metro station and missed out on those beautiful park photos because we came from the river side. Kind of bummed because the sun started to go down so quickly. I was going to settle for sunset photos from the top, but that didn’t happen either.   It was cold and windy at the very top of the tower, but definitely a wonderful experience-seeing Paris again from that aerial view. DSC_0162 By now it was around  8 p.m. and we were exhausted. We tried to head back to the hotel but got lost on the way from the metro to the hotel. So I wasted 7 euros on a 3 minute cab ride. life, #amiright? After the frustration of trying to find the hotel, we stuck close and ended up at this wine bar place minutes before happy hour ended. So I ordered a “sex on the beach” my staple, apparently and chicken and MASHED POTATOES! I think I ordered the meal for the potatoes. Nope, I definitely ordered the meal for the potatoes. Saturday was dedicated to the Lourve and SHOPPING. When the Turner girls travel, they must devote a large chunk of time to shopping.  Again, like the Vatican, the Lourve is very impressive. Just rooms and long alley ways of artwork. After a while, it all looked the same. Romantic art seems to do that. Yet, I would like to inquire about booking the Lourve’s Italian section for my wedding ceremony for the world’s longest alley way. Also, I took a selfie with Mona. We are on a first name basis like I’m on a last name basis with Da Vinci! DSC_0270 Next to the king/queen of department stores: Galleries Lafayatte. 7 floors of designer heaven. Some of the designer stations were roped off to limit the amount of people there at the same time. Also, the shoes covered an entire floor. Don’t get me started about the shoes. My mother decided she wanted to buy a purse in Paris for the shear reason of saying, I got it in Paris. Well, let me tell you… nothing in that store is meant for the normal person. (I’m looking at you 20,000 euro Celine Bag).  Some of these items make the Louis Vuitton Purses look inexpensive. IMG_7498So finding an affordable, Paris based purse was task.  I found a wallet that I liked by this brand called Lancaster, and decided to  use some birthday money I received to purchase it since it was relatively affordable.  Well, this was really the only brand in the store with affordable prices, so naturally my mother decided to purchase a bag from their limited collection.  I don’t know how much she actually loved the purse rather than wanted to have a nice item from Paris. Only how often she carries the purse will tell. also for the most important part, ANTHROPOLOGIE IS COMING TO THE STORE AS OF MARCH 9! I CAN’T WAIT TO GO BACK AND BUY SOMETHING THERE OVER SPRING BREAK, I’VE BEEN DEPRIVED OF MY FAVORITE STORE!  When the store closed  at 8, we dashed off to our dinner reservation at a Fondue place called Chalet Savoyard. Who knew cheese and bread could be so filling! IT was delish! Sunday, our last day, was a whirlwind! We started off the day with brunch at the place I had been pining to go all weekend for Macaroons: LaDuree. I indulged in the sweetest french toast with rose, yes, rose flavored whipped cream and a berry sauce. Seeing how expensive everything was, made me think twice about the macaroons. I told myself that if at the end of the day I still wanted to buy the overpriced macaroons, I would come back. and yes i did…..IMG_7530 After breakfast, we went to see the famous Notre Dame Cathedral. The stained glass was my favorite part of this gothic style building and it was interesting to see the progression of how it was built over almost a millennium. We then metro-ed to the Centre Pompidou, a wacky modern art museum that was definitely one of the highlights of the trip for something kind of off the typical tourist places. I loved the Jeff Koons exhibit. He had a diverse collection using childlike elements like giant balloon animals made out of aluminum to erotic art and advertisements. DSC_0489DSC_0486 Finally, in need of some last minute shopping, we walked around the Marais Jewish Quarter where the stores were open on Sundays.  Again, these weren’t affordable stores but expensive brand locations such as Karl Lagerfield and Maje.  I bought some awesome teal snakeskin platform flats at this Paris store called Mellow Yellow. So cute! too bad they gave me a blister the first time I wore them… but hey… fashion is pain, baby. I loved my trip to Paris, and I can’t wait to go back! Thanks mom for taking me!DSC_0390 xoxo Observations about France:

  • They make you pay to use public restrooms, even at the train station
  • They don’t really believe in escalators for the metro station
  • Window displays are a thing- not like in Spain where everything is shuttered
  • The men and women are impeccably dressed
  • People were for the most part, extremely friendly! Ignore the rumors for the most part about the French hating Americans
  • Asian tourists, everywhere! And THEY spend the big bucks!
  • No security really anywhere except occasionally soldiers carrying assault weapons. That was intimidating.
  • They don’t pronounce “S”

Rome wasn’t built in a day, and neither was this post

Hello friends.

Have you missed me? I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a while, I’ve been preoccupied with life. But now, I have found a moment to stop, drop, and breathe. This post may or may not have taken a month to compose….

I thought I would recap on my trip to Rome to visit my sorority sister, Anne, and you know, explore ROMA!

So without further delay,


Thursday night had a dramatic beginning and ending, I guess you could say. After lugging my duffel with my all day, I get to the airport, and my flight is delayed two hours. So I rushed there, breezed through security only to see my flight was delayed. While every single other flight was ONTIME!

A little peeved, I messaged Anne telling her my flight was delayed and tried to give her a new ETA.  While waiting, I realized that I didn’t have some “stamp” on my boarding pass giving me the green light to board. Apparently you need it if you are not from the EU and flying RyanAir. After tracking down a RyanAir employee, she told me I had to exit through baggage, go back to check-in, go to a specific RyanAir Ticket Office, get my sign formed and go through security AGAIN. Good thing security is lax in Europe. This was a bother.

Boarding took FIVEever. As you can tell, I was already peeved with RyanAir. Luckily they didn’t weigh my suitcase though, that would have made everything slower. Nevermind the neon yellow (TACKY) and worn out navy seats of the plane, the lights were turned out for a total of 5 minutes during the night time flight, and people were just loud. Hasn’t anyone heard of airplane etiquette? There was just this constant buzz of talking. Anyways, I landed around 11 p.m. So relieved to be in Rome, I bolted from the plane and out to the arrivals in search of Anne.

Yet, I get out, and I wait, and no Anne.

AND just my luck, my phone will not connect to the wifi even though my wellbeing depended on it. I was being bombarded by taxi drivers asking if I needed a ride. After about half an hour,  I started asking strangers if I could use their phone for facebook. I was instantly able to reach Anne, but she wasn’t at the airport. She missed the last train to the airport since those apparently stopped running at 10, but said something about Termini and it would cost about 50 euros to get there.

I had no idea what Termini is, but I was able to share a ride with a very petite Asian women and her Irish boyfriend  who were staying at a hotel nearby the station (weird match right? but hey! love is love!)

So I got dropped off at Termini, which is basically the Grand Central Station of Rome only to realize how humungus the property was. I walked in the ticket area and it was deserted. Again, men asking me if I needed a taxi.

I crossed the street to a McDonalds in an attempt to use their wifi. It was the MOST COMPLICATED THING OF MY LIFE AND WOULD NOT WORK. I was starting to panic as 1 am loomed closer, lost in a city with essentially nothing to communicate with and a heavy bag on my shoulder. I decided to look at the premises again, and there by the adjacent bus station was ANNE. There were tears of sheer panic turned to joy when I found Anne. We then promptly hopped in a cab that had a base fair of 6 Euros. 6 EUROS. That’s like a meal- just to enter the damn taxi.

But, we are reunited, and all is well.


Anne takes me to her favorite coffee shop near her apartment in Trastevere where we have a cappuccino and a pastry.  We spend the day roming Roma. First stop- The Roman Forum and Palatine, which is the site of the Roman Ruins.

DSC_0849 DSC_0870Very interesting being on an ancient site of the city with some beautiful views included.

And then it started raining…….  But we didn’t let that stop us, and continued on, umbrella’s up!IMG_7188 IMG_7180

After the Forum, Anne and I stopped for my first Italian pizza (and wifi) nearby before heading to the COLISEUM! ( I may have spelled that wrong….. )

Note for those who visit in the future. The line to get into the Coliseum is very very long. your ticket also gets you into the Roman Forum so buy it at the Roman Forum first which isn’t nearly as busy! It will save you lots of time so you can actually see Rome in a day!

For dinner we hit up this amazing Italian restaurant with Anne’s 5 roommates called Old Bear. I indulged in THE BEST Gnocchi! My new favorite dish! Afterwards, we were ready for a night on the town. Anne took me to an Irish pub called the Drunken Ship where all the study abroad students hung out.

Apparently, it was THE place to be because it was crowded, and it was ladies’ night. 🙂 I loved it, until the following Wednesday when my friend in my photography class who I found in Rome  (at a different bar) with a busted lip and other injuries. Some Italians decided to try and mug him outside the drunken ship the night after I was there, so that’s a super scary thought.


Photo from Pinterest

Day of the Vatican, or should I say, the never ending museum. I thought the Vatican would be a testament to all things Catholic and the history of Catholicism. Rather, it was a series of art galleries acquired by all the Popes over the years. There were sculpture gardens, frescoes, Egyptian art, Picassos, tapestries, maps, artifacts- the galleries never seemed to end and the mammoth size of the building itself was a true  architectural feat. The main gem, however, was Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel. I spent vast amounts of time staring at the ceiling. The Sistine Chapel made my audio guide worth every cent as I followed the meaning of each image. One side of the room showed the story of Moses, which I was really interested in being Jewish and all. The other were frescoes of the life of Jesus.  Truly magnificent.  Sadly, I didn’t get to visit the basilica because there was  a long line and it started to rain.

Unfortunately, you can’t take photos inside of the Chapel, so to take part in what I am talking about, starting booking your flight to Rome now.


Notice how these days are getting shorter? That’s why I should have written this a lonnngggg time ago so everything would be nice in fresh in my mind. Anne and I went to a special Sunday market she heard about. It was pretty interesting but toward the end, all the items being sold were the same. Used clothes, new clothes, scarves, purses, fake designer purses, knick knacks, belts, socks, shoes, the likes.  I succumbed to the likes of a pashmina scarf after I haggled the guy down 50 percent. He really wanted to make a deal.

All in all, my visit to Rome was spectacular. My only regret was not buying the Limoncello in the bottle the shape of Italy.  Super kitchsy, but sometimes, I like that sort of stuff.