... In other words, cabin fever

With five (or maybe four?) days to go, I think I've finally had my fill of Prague. I love this city, and I always will, but it's time to go. I miss America, I miss my friends, I miss... everything. The Czech people have never been particularly friendly to me but as the days dwindle down, it becomes almost unbearable.

There is so much that I will miss about Prague, but most of all the magical look it takes on at night. I recommend this city to everyone... no matter where I traveled, it was always nice to come home to Prague. But now it's just time to come home. I have no work to do, not much else to see, and it seems silly to buy groceries. So now I'm just spending money to keep myself fed.

I'm trying to change my flight to Friday instead of Saturday. I will not be depressed if I have to wait until Saturday but I cannot deny this "ants in the pants" feeling. There are so many faces I can't wait to see, hugs I can't wait to dole out. Stories to tell. Laughs to share.

I miss my life. My other life. Yes, the stressful, overwhelming, ridiculously busy, full of responsibilities life. But my productive life nonetheless.

We will meet again, Prague.

All my love,
S

Vienna down, and 12 days to go

I was pretty good with updating every Monday, but unfortunately I simply could not keep up. But alas! A new trip to talk about!

So my trip to Vienna was my last European adventure while here in Prague and I have to say, it was excellent. The weather was perfect (if not a bit too hot), the food was delicious, the city gorgeous. Big, open, boulevards and majestic buildings. I was smitten, really. English was spoken EVERYWHERE and for the most part, everyone was quite nice - in fact, a little too nice. While at the Naschmarkt on Saturday, some old man jumped out behind the vegetable stand and demanded a picture with us... and then kissed me on the cheek. Certainly not my idea of friendship.

On Friday we went to Schonbrunn, the summer palace of the Hapsburgs and I had such a good time. Normally I don't like to be kept indoors when the weather is so nice but the audio guide really gave a good glimpse into the lives of the royal family and the palace was SO BEAUTIFUL. And we saw St. Stephan's Church which was beautiful but I'm exhausted from churhces at this point. Then we had some fantastic falafel, saw the crown jewels at the Imperial Treasury (we should have gotten the guide, everything was written in German), and later that night went for a traditional Viennese dinner of weiner schnitzel. The biggest portion of my life. Each of us got an order and each of us got two gigantic cutlets. Mind boggling how someone could eat all of that.

Saturday was much less touristy. We went to Naschmarkt to grab some kebap and I almost cried at the abundance of food there. Food. Was. Everywhere. I spent 8 euros on a variety of pickled vegetables stuffed with cheese and later had the kebap I've been salivating for. Oh! But before Naschmarkt, we grabbed some coffee and a pastry from Demel, a ritzy bakery that allows visitors to look into the kitchen. I was fascinated. And I got to watch a pastry chef make an appel strudel as I ate mine. I had a melange which tasted a whole lot like a cappuccino to me but still - an overall positive experience. For dinner we had authentic Japanese and I had sachertorte from Cafe Sacher, across the street from the Opera House.

We were only in Vienna for two days and with more time, I could have done a LOT more things. But I went there to relax, and relax I surely did. But I cannot wait to be back. Still not a fan of the German language, but I enjoyed the respect I got - something that I find impossible to get here in Prague.

Speaking of Prague, I officially have 12 days before I am back in JFK and it's been a great few months here. I am a paragraph away from finishing one paper, two days away from a presentation, and will eventually start and finish my other paper. But basically... I'm done.

I was walking through Old Town today and I made sure to look extra hard at the buildings around me. Prague has left its mark on me. It has its flaws, sure, but what city doesn't?

Still, I'm excited to go back home. I have so many friends to see, and a lot to get used to. But for a long time, life will be in three categories: before Prague, in Prague, and after.

S

It's the home stretch! (One month to go)

I apologize for the 2 week+ delay that has occurred. Last week was pretty hectic, I was a tour guide for 7 days straight but it was wonderful hearing from my parents (and their friends) that Prague was: unbelievable AND a good study abroad choice on my part. I am patting myself on the back as I write this.

With the hiatus, however, comes new pictures and stories!

As I wrote in my last entry, the weather has finally gotten nice. Today is a bad example it was raining and hailing (literally), but overall it's mid 60's gorgeous every single day. Makes me feel guilty when I decide to stay in. And with the nice weather, I've explored more of Prague and because of that... I really don't want to leave. Not because I'm so in love with Prague -- I mean I am, but that's not the point -- but because life here is so stress-less. One of my papers is due in June. As in after I leave Prague. Another paper is due in 3 weeks but is not to go under 3 pages. I think I can handle that... last time I wrote a 3 page paper I think I was in middle school. Maybe freshman year of college. Sure there are some students here that have lots of work to do, but I'm not to be bunched in with that group of people. I've got peanuts for work.

But as I sit here, trying to plan out my summer and crossing my fingers for my fall housing to work out, I think : oh man, life in the states is way more stressful. It's actually stressful. Once school combines with sorority, a part-time job, a possible internship, and interviewing for co-op, I know I will think back to these very days. And I get it. I get why people come back so much calmer from studying abroad. Our worries are minimal, if present at all. Okay, sometimes I worry about if I want to go to a NEW bar or one that I'm already used to. Hard life. But I could never get away with what I do (or lack thereof) in the states. Back in the good ol' United States of America, I need to work. I need to focus on school because my GPA will be seen by those grad schools I will inevitably be applying to. In a few years. I need to learn how to balance being super involved with going to the gym, napping, AND having a social life. I'll manage, I have for years... but I cringe at the thought. It's true.

But onto fun things!

Having my parents here was a treat. It was so good to see familiar faces AND not having to worry about money because everything was paid for woo hoo! I was also able to do the touristy things I've been avoiding like the plague. I actually stood around and waited for the Astronomical Clock to do its thing. And I walked down Parizska street a million times because it's that amazing and saw the Spanish synogauge and finally found the peeing men statue. No picture yet, but it will come with time. Still haven't been up Petrin Hill but I did hang out at the base and read. It smells good outside, Prague has exploded with flowers.

As a true Sudit, my dad was just as obsessed with the Easter Market as I was - it's all due to the fantastic bratwurst they grilled up on REAL grills outside:
I took my sister to an actual bar, she was super excited about being able to drink - despite the whole being WAY under 21 factor. But she came out! And she drank alcohol in my presence! And then I turned 21 although it really doesn't matter in Prague. And turning 21, with most of the people who love me most, was amazing. Really. I got to do everything I wanted to do! I ate carrot cake at Bakeshop and went to Perpetuum for the best duck I've ever had and then topped it off at Tretter's with a couple of cosmos in the company of my mom and sister.

Before the second half of the group came, I went to Cesky Krumlov with my dad and sister which was nice but we were there for way too long. It's a cool little medieval city, but certainly not one that warrants 8 hours. Still, it's nice to get out of Prague once in a while but still stay in the Czech Republic:
And with the second half of the group, I once again walked through the castle and this time entered St. Vitus Cathedral which was pretty spectacular and reminded me of Notre Dame but was more awesome just because I live so close by. And because of the insane amount of walking i did, I am pretty comfortable with the majority of Old Town. Ah, it's good to feel comfortable and adjusted in a place with streets that stop and start in a language you can barely understand.

I'm having a great time here. I'm relaxed, looking forward to Anna's arrival, and booked a hostel for my trip ro Vienna in a few weeks. All is well on the Czech front!

S

And I finally don't want to leave

Strudel!
A few of us at Radost FX Thursday night
Making my way down from the castle.

Took a while, but the clouds have finally parted and sunlight is what has been waking me up the past three days. It's the Prague I've been asking for. Don't-need-to-wear-a-jacket Prague. Ow-my-head-hurts-and-I-need-me-some-sunglasses Prague. I-don't-want-to-be-inside Prague.

Sorry it's taken me so long to blog. Without traveling it's hard to find important things to fill blog pages with but I suppose there are a few things worth mentioning. I've been able to cross several eateries/lounges off my list. And I followed in the footsteps of Samantha Brown, that perky blonde tour guide on the Travel Channel, and found Prague's best strudel over in Praha 3. It was delicious and ENORMOUS but the cold weather cooled it down really quickly and we all know there's nothing like a hot strudel.

Classes are... going. Truthfully, they're a waste of my time and most of the time I'm thinking of my future life in the South End come fall but I go because attendance is taken and we're only allowed one absence. I'll take advantage of my get out of jail free card when my dad/sister come and later on my cousin. I am so excited to be reunited with my family especially now that Prague is so amazing. Anyway, I don't have any midterms and one of my final papers is 3 pages, another is due in June (?), and another is a presentation and I'm required to write two pages. Really tough stuff. 

I finally got to check out the Prague Castle for myself last week. There were swarms of people so I just walked around outside but it's definitely worth seeing a few more times. And I stumbled into the Prague Half Marathon as well... cool? I also went for some traditional Czech food at this awesome cafe by the kolej and had some of the most delicious beer yet in Prague. 

I've been having fun, keeping myself busy. Worrying much less about money and I'm trying to pay more attention to staying healthy. Though I am starting to walk much more my indoor time has given me a bit of a belly. But I'm in Europe. I should not be worrying about things that can be fixed when I go back home.

Oh wow, it's April. My last full month here in Prague. It's a shame it's taken me so long to LOVE it here but I have to say that the weather played a huge role. But things are better now. Even though the city is filling up quickly with annoying tourists, there's an overall happier vibe. Czechs still don't like Americans and I am still constantly struggling with refraining from cursing at these people... but in a way I guess the American students have infiltrated Prague. The dirty looks get tiring though... and aren't we helping their economy? We're the ones that are actually giving money to Charles University and I'm hoping they can take that to fix the place up... if not pay the professors a bit more than the bus drivers. It's true, my professor told me that she gets paid less than bus drivers. I suppose education ranks lower than transportation on the importance scale?

Regardless I'm really starting to learn my way around the city and I don't dare bring a map around with me. I'll figure it out. Prague really isn't that big of a city. At least not the important parts. 

I saw He's Just Not That Into You last night because it's a cheaper alternative than going out for drinks and though I thought the movie was pretty bad overall, it did make me feel better about not being "that" girl... anymore. And it made me feel like I'm in a much better place in my life right now. I don't worry about much, there's nothing to really worry about other than the superficial things such as how I look and if my love handles are growing exponentially. They probably are. And I do hope that can be fixed. But for now I need not to worry about not being able to know the caloric value of what I'm eating, about having no income, about grocery shopping being such a process. There's no heartbreak to be dealt with, no stress with school, no drama, no tears, no drinking age, no problems really. 

And what makes me even happier is that I'm not sad to go back either. Granted that's not for another 7 weeks but the point is that my life here isn't better than my life back at home. I've managed to find the equilibrium, that happy equilibrium. Even though I won't be surrounded by European awesomeness when I'm back in the states, I'll be surrounded by people who know me, who have known me before, during, and after Prague. I'll be in a new apartment, newly 21, back on my cross-Boston walks, back in classes that actually mean something, in Boston in the SUMMER!, taking those dreaded-but-necessary gym classes, back with my cousin, back to work. And then I'll be living in the South End come fall, in the apartment I've been dreaming about, with a roommate who is equally as excited as I am about our new neighborhood.

I don't want this feeling to ever go away. I'm feeling good.

S.

We're here. We're Gehman. Get used to it.

So I got back from Germany last night and I have to say: I liked it. I liked it a lot. I had some pretty negative things to say about the country before arriving: Germany is ugly, the people are mean, the language is terrible, and they probably still hate Jews. Well I'm still not Team German in terms of languages but it does grow on you after a while. And as for the hating-Jews part... I didn't feel that way at all. Preconceived notions are bad. I must learn to rid myself of them.

But seriously. Berlin is so cool. So cool. It's hard to say what drew me so much to it. It's a pretty laid back city. Lots of history, yes, even lots of bad history... but there's so much... NEW. So many modern art galleries with paintings I actually want to look at and gorgeous modern buildings made of glass and big broad squares. And it wasn't pretentious. I guess a lot of my feelings may be stemming from Paris the weekend before which I liked but I really loved Berlin.

(Synogague, it's a big one and it's important. But the name escapes me.)

The tour was okay, relatively painless. We went to most of the hot spots, the coolest being the parking lot that paved over the bunker of Adolf Hitler. And that's what I loved so much about Berlin. Even though there's history everywhere, even in Prague, the history here is tangible. The Holocaust wasn't a century ago, it was 60 years ago. That's two generations ago. My grandparents went through it. It still reverberates through me and I feel it at every memorial, every museum, every lecture. And there I was, walking the streets that 60 some odd years ago the Nazis walked, Hitler walked.. you get the point. It was wonderful and horrible. Simultaneously.

But back to the positive! I saw the Berlin Wall which was disappointing but necessary to see. And though the Story of Berlin museum was overall a waste of my 6 euros (the next day), it was pretty interesting to see what a real life bunker? nuclear bomb shelter? looked like. Living in Europe has brought out the history lover in me. I knew it was in there somewhere.

We found a Dunkin' Donuts! This is by no means exciting to those in the states but DD is not to be found ANYWHERE. Starbucks, sure, but Dunkin' Donuts? So of course I felt it was necessary to get myself a cup o' Joe from DD, a French Vanilla one to be specific, and the lady attempts to squirt syrup into my drink but doesn't really get much. Knowing I'll be paying for this either way I ask her to just squirt in some Hazelnut. And then I got the German stink eye which is far scarier than any other stink eye. I felt diminished. And really stupid. And she put milk in my coffee instead of cream and... enough. I don't want to talk about it anymore. It was a bad (expensive) experience.

The traffic lights are actual men wearing hats which I stupidly thought resembled long hair from afar which resulted in many people laughing at me. I wasn't wearing my glasses. And secretly hoped it was long flowing hair.
And curry wurst deserves its own paragraph:

Our tour guide Neil (who had the worst case of chapped lips I've ever seen) told us about curry wurst, which is really a sausage covered in ketchup and sprinkled with curry powder. It is divine. It may sound disgusting, but it is so so good, especially after a few rounds of mojitos. The woman at the counter may have been HELGA FROM SVEEEEDEN in another life but in this life she is that German lady who is really large but can serve you your curry wurst in 15 seconds. And will say bon appetit for good measure. I loved this woman. Apparently we lived down the street from one of the most famous curry wurst joints called Curry 36. And there were constantly people there, no matter what. Even after my falafel dinner Saturday night, I could not resist the temptation that is curry wurst. I had two. If I don't end up doing PR for high end hotels/restaurants in my life, I would be happy to travel and eat local food. Preferably with camera and a salary but we shall see about that. Amazing.

Saturday morning we drove to Potsdam and went to Cecilienhof which is the palace in which the Potsdam Treaty was signed. Luckily the audio tour was short and sweet and there was a lot to look at. I only managed one illegal picture but it's shoddy and isn't worth putting up here. But again I was surrounded by history and really that's what Germany is all about. Ahem, Gehmany.

We were then dropped off in the center of the city by the broken church (Jenn and I made jokes but it is in no way funny and it is sad that 90% of Berlin was flattened to the ground) and eventually made our way to the Story of Berlin museum which was mostly a waste of time but had its moments. Saturday night called for Reichstag! Such a cool building and I really appreciate their using the motif of transparency to show that they are, in fact, honest people. Or something like that. Whatever the case, it was a gorgeous building but it was really far too cold for my attire.

We missed happy hour by 15 minutes, had a mildly alcoholic drink each, and off I was for my falafel... and later on night 2 of curry wurst. Still just as good as the night before. This time, pictures were taken.

Despite the worst fatigue I've felt in a while (I would chalk it up to three weekends in a row of intense traveling), we all went out separate ways. Jenn and I had decided that the Pergamon was absolutely necessary and it was SO WORTH IT. They reconstructed the side of what they believe was the Pergamon altar and the amount of stuff they found is just unreal. Thankfully an audio guide was included in the price and I was able to sit and listen to the story unfold about the battles with the Greek gods. Sometimes I would get up and walk around the museum. This took much energy. Still though I did my fair shair of touring the museum and it was seriously one of the coolest things I've ever seen. It's up there with St. Peters.

Dresden was the second half of the day and I would have enjoyed it much more if it wasn't the windiest day ever. Unfortunately I was cranky and cold and didn't take in as much of Dresden as I would have liked to... but it reminded me a lot of Prague. And I keep looking at churches and I don't want to. Give me synagogues, mosques, huts with a stick figure... but no more churches. I need a break. Still though, a cool little city with a freakish amount of Russians strolling about.



Now. I finally get to relax and enjoy Prague for the first time in several weeks. Weather still hasn't cleared up but here's to crossing fingers for this weekend.

I can't wait for my family to visit so I can share all of this with them. As in the city of Prague, my life, my expenses...

S.

28 hours of travel was worth it to see the Eiffel Tower

So as some of you may know, I took a 14 hour bus ride to and from Paris. The ride back was harder, we left Paris at 3PM and I was full of adrenaline from actually finding the bus (it was not at the bus station, just on the street) and full from my greasy Middle Eastern sandwich. I miss Middle Eastern food.

Getting there was scary, as any new international city usually is. I was dropped off on a street in the 10th district when I expected to be dropped off in Gallieni, the bus station. This completely thwarted my perfectly planned out itinerary to get to the hostel. But I managed to get to the hostel just fine, sweaty and really smelly. My first thoughts of Paris were "wow, it's really beautiful here, all of the windows have beautiful wrought iron terraces... I feel inadequate." And that's basically how I continued to feel for the duration of the trip.


Paris is very opulent, especially so in the city center (which I guess is to be expected). I felt that even in Montmarte, it was the Upper East Side in NYC, just elongated... huge glass windows, beautiful curtains, and so many dogs... But for such a classy city, it was hard not to notice the smelliest subway stations (very comparable to NYC) and dog poop everywhere. As our tour guide told us, "as you will notice, Parisians don't like to clean up after their dogs." No, no they don't. While the dogs are beautifully groomed and adorable, the image is tainted after dodging more than a few piles during my three days in Paris.

So by the time I was showered and ready to take on the day, it was about 4PM and I was in serious need of food... I'd avoided leaving the bus in order to catch up on some much needed sleep and was STARVING by 4. Luckily the man at reception spoke perfect English (and was, in fact, American) and directed me to this little place across the street that served me some fantastic Lebanese food... can't get that in Prague. I felt foolish just hanging out in the hostel waiting for the rest of the party to show up so I went on a walk and eventually stumbled into the Sacre Coeur. At this point, I'm kind of churched out... especially after Rome but I can still appreciate beautiful things. The view from up top was really nice though I couldn't find the Eiffel Tower from way up there. And as I made my way inside, this French man immediately appeared next to me and thought that I was the kind of American girl completely enthralled by a French accent. He creeped me out actually, and I told him I would stay in the church and listen to the mass instead of going with him to see the "painters" in Monmarte. Before I went out to explore Paris, the man at reception warned me about perverts. Guess I found one of my own.

There was also an Israeli living at the hostel who took a liking to me because he overheard I was Jewish and took me for a walk around Montmarte and took me to a place where you could see the Eiffel Tower all lit up from a distance. He bought me a drink and we discussed how different life is in America. It was interesting to hear an Israeli say he never wants to move back there again and will stay in Paris... despite having to learn a completely new language. That's one thing I can say I really love about being abroad... the people you run into are so completely fascinating to me and live what I deem really exciting lives. I met a Lithuanian girl yesterday from my Czech class and as we walked back to the metro together I couldn't stop asking her questions about life there... and what brought her to Prague... and I can't get over how all of these students learn English as little kids... Maybe it's just me.

Friday was a day meant for touring. We found a flyer in our hostel that said FREE TOUR which we were immediately drawn to.. sure enough, it's a free tour and the tour guide only works off of tips. We missed the first tour but were luckily able to make it to the 1 PM tour with full intentions of going to the Louvre after. The tour was 3 1/2 hours and man I felt it. So much walking. But it was good to kind of learn the lay of the city. A few things we just passed by but I guess I wasn't expecting too much from a free tour. And it was nice to catch up on some French history. The tour guide was handsomely rewarded.

I should also mention that we got crepes in a cone before the tour began and also found a Starbucks for Chris. So all parties were happy. I should also mention that Starbucks in Paris require you to make a purchase in order to get the password for the bathroom. So hold onto those receipts, friends.
So the tour ended and by that time we were all Eiffel-Tower crazy and made the long walk over and it was so worth it. Probably one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, especially at night. We waited a significant amount of time to pay an obscenely large sum of 12 euros to go up top for about 15 minutes but it was worth it. When in Paris...
We collectively decided that the Louvre wasn't necessary and went to Musee D'orsay instead and even though I usually hate museums, the audio tour was really helpful and I'm thinking I should start doing that from now on. I was also proud of myself for recognizing certain artists and certain works of art. Then I saw Whistler's Mother and realized I recognized it from one of those Mr. Bean movies. But it's such a cool museum and I'm certain that I walked out of there considerably more intelligent. Or at least aware.

After the museum we all decided that one could not leave Paris without going to Notre Dame but unfortuantely all I think of when I think Notre Dame is the Hunchback. We went inside and it was perfectly beautiful and I appreciated it's Gothic architecture (thanks, Chris) but like I said.. I'm churched out.
The group split up and Chris and I walked down Rue Saint Honore which is the most expensive street in Paris, followed by the Champs Elysee. I was on a quest to find the Louis Vuitton store which we never made it to... but saw every other designer store in Paris. We later learned that the Louis Vuitton Megastore is not on Rue Saint Honore but on the Champs Elysee. Foiled. Also, I had big plans to get a falafel from L'as du falafel but then I realized it was a Saturday and that the entire Jewish Quarter was not open for business. Foiled twice. It was a good walk, however.

We reconvened later that night in Montmarte and looked at Moulin Rouge for a good two minutes for before exploring what I can only describe as dozens of sex shops. The fondue place I had so wanted to go to was of course packed and we ended our last night in Paris with an inexpensive dinner and some well deserved sleep.

Berlin this weekend and then I finally get to rest in the city I'm growing to love more and more as the sky clears up.

S.

In my past life, I was Italian.

Inside St. Peters... too many things to look at at once.


It's true. I'm pretty certain that in my past life I was an Italian. A constantly eating Italian, on a serious journey to find the best gelatto, the best pizza, the best cappuccino. And my name was still Simona. I met a Simona in Rome, she's one of the Italian teachers and today as I paid for my AMAZING cheeseburger at Fame Nero, the beautiful owner asked if I was Italian after telling him my name.

Italy is the stuff dreams are made of.

I guess everyone finds that one place when they're studying abroad that just leaves their mouth constantly agape. That was Rome for me. And I have a hunch it will be the rest of Italy, when I finally go back and see Florence and Venice and Milan and Tuscany and Capri and Sorrento and... you get my point. The people are full of love, the streets are lined with food, and the language. Kill me now and send me to a heaven where they speak in Italian. It's not just the words, it's the rhythm in which they are said. Beautiful. Bellisimo!

Thursday night we all went out to dinner and I experienced my first Italian meal. It was good but it was only to get better... as I would later learn. A few of us stayed out to grab a drink (Peroni is good, but Czech beer is better) and then called it a night.

Spanish Steps

Trevi Fountain!!
Friday was spent sightseeing. I got to see the Trevi fountain (uh, amazing), and the Wedding Cake, and the Spanish steps, and part of the Roman Forum and there was just a lot of walking involved. The highlight of Friday was the cooking class I was so graciously invited to. One of the best things I've ever done. Even though there were 14 people, I still had a fantastic time though I wish I could have done more food preparation. The menu: homemade lasagna, veal wrapped around mortadella, cooked Roman broccoli, and some custard dessert that tasted like melted strawberry shortcake with lady fingers dipped in pineapple juice. Love. Love. Love.



Saturday began with a wonderful lunch at a closeby piazza basking in the sun. I bought a bronze Om that I fully intend on nailing to my wall back at home. I'm all about peace and harmony these days. Om...

We went out fully intending to "rage" to ring in Dan's 21st birthday... but it seems as though my friends and I are the quiet type. Birthday boy fell asleep at the table. A raging 21st indeed. Still though, a lot was accomplished after dinner. Like peanut butter and Nutella crepes. And coconut and Nutella gelatto. A country for me, for sure.

Flash forward to Sunday: MAJOR SIGHTSEETING. We're talking the main hotspots aka Colosseum, Roman Forum, and the Vatican. St. Peter's Basilica BLEW my mind. Pictures don't do it justice. Neither do words. Absolutely, hands down, the most incredible thing I've ever seen. The Colosseum and Roman Forum were of course amazing but relatively speaking, St. Peter's is just not something that can be described. I shall stop trying.

View of St Peters from afar.

It's good to be back in Prague but my Czech Theatre class (I HAD to drop film) comes with a bit of work. Between actually going to class and reading the works, we're required to go see shows. I'm happy to do so, but it can get difficult scheduling around shows especially as new ones are popping up all of the time. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a 4.0 this semester. I told my art professor that I'd like to write a paper on erotic art. You read that right, mom.

MAMA!

I wish I was back in Italy with the bestest friends a girl could ask for... but alas there's Paris to take on.


S.