Day 2 Day

my first kiss.

I was in love, fourteen, and nerdy as hell. I was pretty much the girl next door just with freckles, pimples, long scraggly hair thrown together in two Pippy Longstocking braids, and a mouth full of braces. Now picture that girl, me, vibrating and bumping along on the band bus with the rest of the marching band, clutching my French horn case beneath my feet, dressed to a T in my ever-so-stylish band jacket, and yes you guessed it, a kilt. This awkward freshman couldn’t get any sexier. If I wasn’t jittery enough about the FBA competition where we just had won straight superiors, my first real high school crush, Collin, was sitting right next to me on this long ride home. He had just broken up with his girlfriend of 2 weeks, Taylor and was rumored to be on the rebound. We were always good friends, since I was pretty much the only chick in band with an ounce of cool factor.

He was a fourteen-year-old girls’ dream. He had the total skater look with his long brown hair and braces. If that wasn’t enough he had a good taste in music and could play three Death Cab For Cutie songs on his guitar. That Saturday night he chose to sit on the back of the bus, with me, the luckiest girl at Riverview High School. As the bus thumped along on the road ahead we were bumping right along with it, accidently hitting each other’s bodies and coyly apologizing. “oops.. ah, uh, sorry”. The bus ride felt like it could go on forever. It was dark and there was a lot of commotion going on around us, from kids playing ‘Never Have I Ever’ to singing sing-alongs, but we barely noticed anything because we were totally consumed by whatever stupid preteen conversation we were having. “ow, haha sorry”. We hit body parts for the millionth time, but this time we made direct eye contact and before I could look away he lunged his face at mine, lips first. It was INTENSE. There was a lot of tongue in my mouth and I had absolutely no earthly idea what to do with it. His hand immediately grabbed the back of head and he started jostling my hair around. This kid was obviously a pro. I was overwhelmed with whatever was going on in and around my face that I didn’t feel his hand leave my head and slyly move onto my wool jacket. This kid had balls. Here we are on the bus with a million people we know and his hand is fondling my boob. Who did he think he was?! I guess I can’t complain, because I didn’t stop it. It was just a little traumatizing for my first ever kiss. I skipped hopped and jumped from a lip virgin to full on make out and boob grab queen in a matter of seconds.

It was like out of a movie, a movie only I could star in and direct and write and enjoy actually watching, but it was mine nonetheless. We made it back to school after our hot and heavy make out sesh was fully complete. We shuffled off the that darn bus and parted ways until we saw each other and the rest of the high school population who knew our dirty little secret bright and early Monday morning.

*Names changed to protect said kisser’s identity*lips


The Fam Meets Florence

With only two weeks left in this surreal city I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting on my what now feels like a very short stay here in Florence. Between all the weekend trips, crazy nights out, and afternoons exploring my home it’s hard to say what my favorite moment has been. But in the category of best week ever while studying here in Florence, the winner is definitely when my mom, aunt, and grandma came to visit me all the way across the globe.

The whole week was a dream. Nanny conquered the walk up to Piazzale Michelangelo and Aunt Sue conquered her fear of heights by climbing the Duomo. On Halloween we celebrated by holding up the Leaning Tower of Pisa then we went to dinner where we were the only ones in some sort of makeshift costumes. We got cappuccinos delivered to our bedside by my amazing Aunt Sue every morning. The four of us ventured to Cinque Terre where we completed our bucket list and even got to go boating. The yoga gurus took a local restorative yoga class. We went to the Mercato Centrale pretty much every day to meet our needs of eating good food and buying leather gifts. We trudged around the Uffizi Gallery. Our crew went from being the coolest kids at the wine tasting one night, to being served wine out of a cardboard box the next. We cooked a real Italian dinner and even made our own pasta. But most importantly, we got “hollered at” by some of the world’s hottest Italian firefighters.

We laughed a lot, drank a lot, ate a lot, got scammed by fake apartment renter (we have a major bone to pick with this ‘Maria Conboni’), and rode a lot of sketchy public transportation. Simply put, it was quite possible one of the best weeks of my life.   Not only did I get to explore my home, but also I got to do it with some of my favorite people. Thanks for coming guys.

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Rad Tunes

SOS Playlist

When I moved to Italy I was fully prepared to be serenaded by accordion players, men in striped shirts rowing me down the river in a gondola, and by talented old opera singers. Little did I know, Italians strictly listen to music produced in America. This would be rad, however they seem to be stuck in a weird limbo between only listening to my man Lionel Ritchie or rappers from the early 2000s. So other than the totally addicting album by Taylor Swift that came out yesterday, I am completely oblivious to the hip new music all the young whippersnappers are listening to now-a-days. I’ve done pretty well figuring out this little dilemma on my own. So I made my own playlist of new and old songs and artists that I know I could never get sick of, because well, their all I’ve got.

Beware. These songs are addicting.

  1. Homecoming – The Teenagers
  2. I Wanna Go – Summer Heart
  3. Archie, Marry Me – Alvvays
  4. Had To Hear – Real Estate
  5. L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. – Noah and The Whale
  6. Sick Beat – Kero Kero Bonito
  7. Girls – The 1975
  8. Everything Is Embarrassing – Sky Ferreira
  9. Mother & Father – Broods
  10. Take You Higher – Goodwill, Hook N Sling
  11. Liar – Built To Spill
  12. Sunshine Girl – Dandy Livingstone

But seriously, my fellow Americans out there,

If you know of any stellar songs that I drastically need in my life, feel free to enlighten me.



My Little Roman Holiday

Studying abroad has brought a new meaning to the word independent. Before coming to Italy I thought I was pretty self sufficient, I mean there was the one time I went to the movies by myself. However, I never thought I would be cool with traveling the globe solo. But after watching the Lizzie McGuire Movie I was inspired and decided to head to Rome on my own. I booked a hostel for the weekend at 11pm Thursday night, bought a ticket to Rome at the station Friday morning, and was on my way.

The whole weekend was like something out of a movie. Everything just worked out so perfectly. The moment I got to the hostel I threw my bags in my room (which I shared with 7 other strangers) and went out exploring. I quickly walked down our street which was scattered with trendy shops and coffee bars, made my first left turn, and was standing directly face to face with the Colosseum. I was in complete and total awe so much so that I cried one single tear. Embarrassing. Everything was just so grand and unreal. I mean I have seen photographs of the Colosseum, Roman Forum, Pantheon, Spanish Steps, St. Peter’s Basilica, and the Trevi Fountain throughout the course of my entire life, but actually being there seeing these iconic monuments physically in front of me was a completely different experience. I walked around with my eyes wide open and mouth agape for a good 5 hours before I was interrupted by the rain and had to run back the the hostel. Once there I got freshened up and was welcomed with opened arms to hang with some of the most inspiring people I’ve ever had the chance to meet. My roommates ranged from kids who just graduated college or even high school and are taking a whole year to travel on their own to other students studying abroad and taking a weekend trip like me and believe it or not, two of my sisters in Delta Gamma at Oregon. Can this world get any smaller?

The whole day Saturday I spent with some girls from the hostel, the DGs I met, and their friend who happens to be studying Art History abroad in Rome and gave us a private guided tour of the entire city and all of it’s ancient glory. I mean, this kid Erik, knew his stuff. He told us all about the different kinds of architecture and styles of columns, why all the Egyptian obelisks were on display pretty much every piazza, the artists and background of every single statue, and of course, all the best places to hang out and grab a bite to eat. After this long and tiring day we needed a good place to chow down, so we headed to a little place called Pimm’s Good where I enjoyed a glass of red and some bangin’ carbonara, a roman specialty. There we also made friends with an older German couple who gave my friend Sher and I passes for one of those double decker bus tours to use the next day. We thought why not?

On Sunday Sher and I got up bright and early, grabbed the usual cappuccino, and took the subway to a cute little part of town where there was an enormous local flea market full of garments for 1 euro, mink coats, books, and hundreds of thousands of old pictures and postcards. I even talked a vendor down 10 euros and bought a cute black floppy hat *sassy hair flicking girl emoji*. After our little local adventure we completely changed roles and sat on the top of a tourist double decker tour bus for the rest of the day. It really was great seeing the city from a birds eye view. Unfortunately, after the tour ended I had to run back to hostel, pick up my things, and head to the train station to catch my ride.

Overall, it was the best weekend I’ve had in Italy so far. I saw some pretty unreal things and made hella cool friends that I’ll have for the rest of my life. If there is one thing I wish to teach people and it seems to be one thing that every single traveller I’ve met has in common, it’s that you can do things on your own. Don’t be a follower and get held back by others. Truly enjoy yourself and all that this big world has to offer

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Just Your Average School Day

Gosh, everyday is a new crazy and totally random adventure. It feels as though the typical school day consists of getting a cappuccino stop at one of my many favorite bars, studying on the rooftop terrace at the library, then class which normally means group collaboration or going to a museum, followed by some sort of flashmob, blogger event, or aperitif to end the evening. You know, causal.

This Wednesday was no exception. For my PR Strategies class we took a field trip to gorgeous Gucci Museum where we took a gander at the world’s first Gucci handbag and the dress Blake Lively wore to the Gucci Premiere and in their perfume ad. Then between class went to our favorite shabby chic coffee, gelato, and crepe cafe, La Milkeria, where I made my own cafe latte. Honestly, one of these days I might just bring a sleeping bag and hide in the bathroom so I can live in that cute little cafe forever. As if the day couldn’t get any better, later that evening we went to a little event put on by The Florentine Newspaper and a local bedding store. It was a public pillow fight. Yes, you read that right. My friends and I participated in a giant pillow fight right in front of the Duomo with complete strangers just for the fun of it. The event was BYOP, face paint optional, and was being filmed for the news. We were immediately split up into teams and we sent into battle. Half way through the bell towers started ringing all around us. It was epic. I have never seen or heard of, let alone participated in anything so random in my entire life. Unfortunately, I can’t be certain which team won exactly, but when I was being interviewed for a YouTube channel documenting the entire event I claimed my team was the obvious victors.

Life is so unpredictable. Each and every day I wake up to a brand new adventure with absolutely no warning, let alone any sort of consistency. Florence was made for my somewhat creative tendencies and lack of attention span. Now I can’t image life any other way.


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A Little Florentine R&R

Some people are naturally talented musicians, some are born genius mathematicians, others can inspire a group of people to create a world-changing movement using the power of speech alone.

I, however, have found my true passion and gift in finding random local events and happenings, especially ones including yoga and food. This Sunday was a prime example of my sheer luck for finding miscellaneous adventures. It normally occurs in a series of events like this:

I woke up with no plans, laid in bed, checked my Twitter feed, saw a retweet by a Florentine blogger of another local blogger about an event at the pristine and very private Four Seasons Florence, remembered that’s the hotel George Clooney stayed in while he was here a few weeks ago for around 1,050 euros a night, called the hotel to make sure it was all inclusive, and boom. I gathered a couple of my roommates and we were there.

The entire day was literally out of a dream. The largest and most elegant private garden in Florence owned by the Four Seasons opened it’s door to the public for one day only and was our very own spa/playground for the day. For a measly 15 euros we spent the day getting facials, eating only the best gluten free organic local foods, sipping on italian espressos, and taking multiple yoga classes in the garden with a view of the Duomo, all within the confines of this luxury resort. Seriously, how did I get so lucky? It was by far the best and most relaxing day I’ve spent in Florence so far and the perfect way to unwind in this beautiful foreign country I get to call home.

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