23 06, 2017
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A Typical Sunday in Berlin for Me, a Guy Who Loves to Club

It's 3pm on a Sunday, and while the rest of Berlin is going to bed after a long, hard day of being a cog in a system, I'm just waking up. Why am I waking up at a time that, to you, is a very unreasonable, but to me, is a normal hour to start the day? I'm glad you asked. Part of the reason is, of course, because I had a massive night out [...]

20 06, 2017
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Keep Calm and Carry On—London in Real Time

On June 3, I loaded on to a bus with 30 other bright-eyed tourists and traveled around London seeing the filming locations for the Harry Potter films. One of those locations was the Leaky Cauldron Tavern, filmed at Burrough Market. Later that evening, I was back at my central London hostel talking to my mom on the phone. When I hung up, I saw the Washington Post notification: someone had driven a car into pedestrians [...]

19 06, 2017
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I Tried Iceland’s Infamous Rotten Shark

Full disclosure: I like eating weird food. It’s one of my favorite things about traveling. I’ve tried chicken feet in China (delicious), haggis in Scotland (somewhat less delicious), and pig intestines in Hong Kong (think really chewy, orange meat noodle). When I got to Iceland, I wasn’t really sure what to expect. After all, it’s normally the volcanoes, glaciers, and black-sand beaches that draw people to this island, not the food. Behind the counter [...]

15 06, 2017
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Getting Lost in London

Who would win: a directionally-challenged girl with no data plan, a fraught history with maps, and a shaky understanding of the concept of “north,” or the entire city of London?  For those keeping score at home, the answer is London. To be fair, London’s mean streets and I do not have a relationship of pure antagonism: I’ve been saved quite a few times by handy little street maps (ah, the existential reassurance of a “you [...]

13 06, 2017
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I Couldn’t Put My Contacts in Until I Couldn’t Speak the Language

Like riding a bicycle, or learning a language, putting in contacts is something you can learn at a young age and—once you learn it—you’ll never forget. It’s the kind of thing that can be maddeningly frustrating to master, but then seems laughably easy once it becomes habit. When I got contacts for the first time in May, when I was finally sick of waving at people I thought I knew only to find a stranger [...]

5 06, 2017
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Caroline Before Chanel: How I Almost Destroyed a $2,100 Dress

The Devil Wears Prada, but I scavenge from the clearance rack of Marshall’s. Look, sometimes I’ll splurge on a sweater that won’t get destroyed with one rinse cycle. I’m not frugal, per se. I just enjoy a good bargain. That being said and done, of course, I’m a natural fit for Rodeo Drive. It’s a quiet Monday morning when I decide to grace the sacred ground of Beverly Hills style with my appearance. Long known [...]

31 05, 2017
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Down the Rabbit Hole of Zagreb

In case you ever wondered what lies between communism and capitalism, rest assured there is indeed a definitive answer: a three story slide. And while in Zagreb, I slid down it. The particular slide in question calls Zagreb’s Museum of Contemporary Art its home. The museum is a behemoth of a building entirely made out of concrete. Though it can seem unfinished at times with its unsealed floors and uninstalled sinks, the museum’s ideological position [...]

30 05, 2017
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A Journey to the Crotch of Lake Como

I took a train from Milan to Como, and then a ferry across Lake Como to the small town of Bellagio. Located on what some people have called “The Crotch of Lake Como,” (because the lake is roughly shaped like a pair of pants) Bellagio was famed for being a lakeside idyll, a famous destination for visitors looking to get away from it all. I had some trouble getting to Bellagio in the first place, [...]

30 09, 2016
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I Killed a Chicken with My Own Two Hands, Pt. 2

The girl led me to a hacked up wooden block lying in the dirt, handed me a dull machete, looked me in the eyes, and made a karate chop gesture towards her throat. I didn’t really need more instruction than that, but I was deeply afraid that I’d butcher the butchering process and only chop half the chicken’s head off on the first go, forcing both the chicken and my conscience to suffer [...]

29 09, 2016
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Belgians vs. Buffon

Disclaimer: if you are Belgian, stop now. I apologize to your people. Watching the Euro Cup in Italy is like watching the Super Bowl in the United States, but with less nachos and more attractive bearded men. Also, most people tune in for the soccer and not for Beyoncé and a touching commercial about large horses. Even for a group stage game between Italy and Belgium in the small town of Syracuse, shit [...]

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