The pastas in Italy are divine, the macarons and brie of Paris are la creme de la creme, but Switzerland itself is the crown jewel. As I looked outside the window of the train, mountains and green pastures rolled into view and I knew we were confronting an adventure and experience unique and refreshing to the heat and pollution and craze of the cities we’d just lived in. Switzerland is so so magical and breathtaking and I am currently sitting by a window in my hotel sipping my cappuccino and writing as Serena reads her book and we await our homemade breakfast.
After the beauty of Cinque Terre the group headed on a train to Pisa to see the one and only leaning tower of Pisa and take a cliche photo leaning on the tower. We then headed to Florence, Italy and when we finally got to the hotel, Serena and I crashed on our beds and took a very long nap. We were SO happy to finally have reliable air conditioning and wifi. JUST KIDDING Continue reading
OUR NEXT STOP WAS CINQUE TERRE, an area along the water separated into five pieces of land that are villages touched by the finger of God. I seriously cannot describe in words my love for Cinque Terre. But the train ride there was horrible. Continue reading
After the hectic buzz of Paris and London, our group headed to the coast to abandon the craziness of the metropolitan urban city life and take a sort of vacation from a vacation. We headed to Cannes, France, a small beach town that we called home for two nights. Continue reading
Serena, Sara and I got 45 minutes of sleep our last night in London and had to wake up at 4am to catch the train to Paris. Oh la la, Paris! La vie de mes reves! (accents are missing in that phrase) We got to the gorgeous ville and after settling in our hotel (which means throwing our luggage inside our rooms and getting our room keys) we got a lovely lunch across the street at a cafe where they tricked us into buying the bread and cheese plate yet not letting us know that it was 15 euros. Classic Frenchies. Continue reading
So I embarked on my 3- week European excursion with about 80 other 17-18 year old newly graduated high school valley kids this week and our first stop was London, England. After a ten hour flight we nestled in to the cobbled, pub-filled streets of the swanky city and CELEBRATED. Continue reading
It’s funny to think that even though I live in LA, I never really “go” to LA. Nobody from the valley really ever takes time out of their schedules to go Downtown or really anything much past Santa Monica unless they truly must. But ever since I started taking my California Literature and Landscape english class this semester, I’ve realized that I really haven’t been taking advantage of the awesome place I live, so my friend Hannah and I went to China town today to make up for it.
I gave you my advice, so now would you like to know about my personal experience this year? Well of course you do! Continue reading
Coachella Valley Music Festival is three days of artists making your ears buzz, converse giving your feet blisters, and chicken strips, watermelon and ice cream helping you gain 5 pounds. But it is also the best 72 hours of my every year. As of just returning from my third year of music and fun in the Indio sun (I like to rhyme) I have acquired some “chella wisdom” that I would like to share with you all.