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In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 13. Third person, Florence by Diana

Hi, my name is Ximena (pronounced Hemena) and Diana is my roommate. We met actually at the orientation for Florence back in the fall semester in New York. She seemed nice and we got dinner a week later and then decided to be roommates since she also didn’t really know anyone going to Florence, which ended up being such a …

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Stranger Things

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 12. Strangers, Florence by Diana

Like I have previously stated in the bubble post, it’s a little hard to meet Italians since there is such a large bubble around “American students”. Of course I’ve interacted with a lot of Italians, the barista at the café I go to, waiters and waitresses, my teachers (shout out to Vito!) and many others. Some experiences have been more …

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Blowing Up

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 8. Bubble, Florence by Delaney

Journeying to a new place usually starts out the same, you dip in your bubble wand into a soapy mixture of fluid assumptions. You get on a plane, train, or automobile bringing up the wand and starting to blow a bubble. As you meet people and places for the first time and you start to process things. You create a …

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Love It or Hate It, It’s Home

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 10. Books (2), Florence, Places by Jordyn Jay

“Like any place that’s become home, I hate it too. And, of course, you can’t separate the things you love and hate: you can’t say, let’s move to so and so where they have the cappuccini, the wines, the lasagna, the marvellous peaches, the handsome people in handsome clothes, the fine buildings, the close-knit, friendly secretiveness of village life, but …

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In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 11. Travails, Florence by Bhavani Pitti

Oh boy, have I had painful experiences, misadventures, and ordeals when traveling. If I can remember correctly, I have mentioned some of these previously in my travel blogs. For the sake of this post, I will gather them together. I would say that my travel mishaps started in Rome. This occurred during my first weeks in Florence. At this point, …

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The Wrong Riad

In The Art of Travel Spring 2017, 11. Travails, Florence by Alexandra L

I’ve had a few good travail stories so I was excited to write this week’s post. One of them occurred when I traveled to Morocco with my roommates over spring break. There were seven of us who initially went to Morocco, staying together for two nights in a riad, a style of house with an interior courtyard. We found this …