Secrets of the city


I’ve been living in Europe for a little over a month now. I’m learning to tune out the comfort of falling into a routine–I want to keep my wanderlust boundless. Granted, I have classes Mondays through Thursdays, but I believe that studying abroad is unique in comparison to traveling from place to place. It’s a luxury of  living the culture, rather than just seeing it. The lingering smell of Nutella-filled sugar donuts from the “illegal bakery” at midnight as I walk to my friend’s apartment is not a tourist attraction (it should be), but it makes me feel like I actually live in Perugia. Simply seeing a beautiful landmark and taking a photo of it is drastically different from knowing which crannies of cobblestone alleyways take you there. It’s the smile from the owner of my favorite pizzeria I visit religiously that reminds me that choosing a small town like Perugia was the right decision.

It’s easy to see the beauty of a city–it’s harder to seek out the hidden treasures, because it usually requires a dose of courage and spontaneity. And so far, that’s when my experiences get especially memorable.

Perugia, Italia

Perugia’s holiday: Feast of San Contanzo

di San Costanzo
torcolo & sweet wine

In celebration of San Contanzo, the saint of Perugia, I took a break from classes to get into the cultural spirit of the city on my own. A tent in the center of the palazzo welcomed everyone to enjoy free torcolo cake (more like a soft bread) filled with candied fruit. At first I grabbed one piece, but after seeing the locals grab three or four pieces each, I of course went back to grab more (couldn’t resist). I’m not sure if it was because I was hungry or because it was something new (probably both), but I loved it! I was then handed a small cup of dessert wine as I made my way out of the crowd.

I decided to relax and enjoy the treats on the steps near the church, a popular place to sit back and admire the city center.

In that very moment, I was completely content.

Perugia Feast, Holiday
Palazzo dei Priori
Torcolo of San Costanzo at a local pasty shop

Romancing: La dolce vita

la dolce vita

It’s the details in the architecture, the fresh flower pots outside the windows of the pastel painted houses, the couple kissing in the middle of the chaos of people– Europe is the epitome of romantic.

At first I thought it was just the ‘honeymoon phase’ of traveling, maybe even my hopeless romantic spirit,  but a conversation with a local Italian (with impressive English) solidified my thoughts: “The daily life in Europe is very different in Europe than in the States… how we live life” he said. A culture of not rushing through the day, but savoring it all– especially that Italian “breakfast” of a nutella-filled pastry and a cappuccino.

I could get used to la dolce vita.

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When You Travel

Budapest, Hungary



When you travel, you learn a lot–about yourself, about the friends you travel with, if you can get a decent sized coffee (sorry Italia), but most importantly, you learn a little more about the mysteries of life.

I hurried out the door from my internship, ran towards my apartment to grab my overnight bag and flight information. My roommate and I scrambled out of the apartment, dancing and screaming with happiness down our stairs to meet our two friends to make our bus ride to the airport in time.

That’s when it hit me. Holy shit. I’m going to Budapest…with people I hadn’t even met two weeks ago.

Isn’t it crazy how beautiful life is? No really.

It’s incredible.


“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.” -Jack Kerouac, On The Road