Just once, I wanted the choice to be who I was, without anyone knowing my history or telling me what to do.
To learn another language is to accept another culture, to truly see a language, a country, for what they are. Something so simple as learning a language can help us work towards acceptance.
Hello, it is I, Elena, back with another post to tell you where to drink coffee!! Having worked as a specialty … More
Before us was a massive valley. Half of it filled with five-feet tall sunflowers and the other half with half mile long rows of blooming lavender.
Just a thirty-minute drive from downtown Marseille lies a small town fishing port named Cassis. Home to a few pebbly, … More
I’ve always wanted a chance to chase my family history. I know I have family in Poland and Italy who … More
Over the past few months, I’ve been making occasional posts about art and art history. I’ve written about Belgian surrealist … More
On many streets in Berlin, you can find gold stones fitted into the ground with writing on them. If you … More