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…
Four of us ventured out today. Zahara stayed home because she wasn’t feeling well. She is officially three months into her sixteenth year, so, she was more excited to see us go, more than we were sad to leave her. We boarded the M2 train at Colonel Fabien. It was crowded, we held on to…