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One hella rollercoaster… Literally.
I always thought I was good with rollercoasters—until I went to an American amusement park. You see, my whole previous experience with rides came from small local fairs. There were usually pirate ships, car racing rings, spinning swings, and other things like that. In later years, small but ridiculously crazy twisters appeared, but that was Continue reading
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Passing the Candle.
The new aupair arrived. He was a young man from Sweden – I think, I might be wrong though, and he was about to be the last aupair the family had. They had hosted them for over two decades, since the birth of their eldest child. I picked him up with the father of the Continue reading
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You’ve Got a Friend in Me.
Continuing the madness of my last few days in America, I have to talk about two important experiences I shared with my best friend, Nordic Beauty. During one of our Saturday trips to Roslyn for YOLO, we chatted and complained about not really seeing all that much—the audacity of that is still staggering to me. Continue reading
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Wait, Jazz Can Be Fun?
Did summer feel rushed and busy? Well, that was nothing compared to September. My last month in the USA. Yes, you heard right; we’re reaching the end of this little trip down memory lane. Pretty much every day, something was happening. I started freaking out, realizing my departure wasn’t months or weeks away—just days. So, Continue reading
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A Little Alone Time Never Hurt Anybody
In the middle of the madness—men, parties, beaches, and work—I had one more vacation week left. And since I was too broke for any big trips, I gladly accepted an offer from my host mom to stay in their summer house in Connecticut. They even let me take the car, which was a wonderful gesture, Continue reading
Life in Ink and Footsteps 