Welcome to My Paris Journal: Day 17
I was not prepared for the strange-everchanging-weather in Paris.
It’s like instead of temperature, the weather app should say:
wear a hoodie over a crop top
Jeans over shorts
wear boots, bring sandals
be prepared to use all items at once, and be nude at some point.
Also,…
Welcome to My Paris Journal: Day 16
You remember Zuri’s French friend, Heidi? She sent me a photo of her grandmother’s Gabriella Crêpe recipe. I don't need to tell you how Authentic it is:-)
I had several questions, and Heidi was gracious enough to voiced-messaged a few important details that weren't written on paper.
I converted…
“REVOLU….”
A voice screamed.
POW POW POW
The sound boomed, breaking the silent night.
Sleep jumped out of my body
And my eyes darted in the dark.
Mind and heart raced at twin speed as I shifted the curtains slightly.
Fireworks light up the dark
A boy scaled a fence twice his height.
Three police…
Markolee started coughing yesterday as he does this time of year. I went into full panic mode—stress cleaning, lysoling everything, and buying medicine.
I was ready to spend fifteen dollars on a bottle of cough medicine, when the Pharmacist said 3€. My eyes blew up like a balloon and she laughed.
“All Americans respond ZIS…
The florist converted the empty slab of concrete into a floral work of art.
I regarded him with appreciation from a distance. First, He hauled the tall green trees outside and placed them in three groups—one on the right, some on the left, and the others in the center.
The tall trees towered, like awning,…
Welcome to My Paris Journal: Day 11
Zuri met Thelma and Heidi, international students, at University of South Florida last semester. I am officially a strong spokesperson for study abroad programs. It brings young people together, challenge them to learn and grow in different setting and introduce them people they would not have otherwise met.( I…