Barcelona, Spain

Spain via air.




View from our hostel.

La Sagrada Familia

Las Ramblas

Globalization at its best.

One of my many yachts.






The cheapest = tastiest cappuccino I've found in Europe.




Park Güell











Balearic Sea



This was the only thing I wanted to see.



Skateboarding in front of the Museum of Contemporary Art.

Parc Floral de Paris.

I have found that not planning every detail, leads to wonderful surprises. Today, Laura and I decided to have a picnic and explore (a.k.a. play on the play-ground) Parc Floral. One of the great things about Paris, is that you can turn a corner and run into something centuries old. Before making it to Parc Floral, we literally ran into Chateau de Vincennes. Here, we sat on some stone steps, ate our cheese and baguette sandwhiches, and attempted to appear french. Maybe my intense laughter or our nerdy photo-session gave it away that we weren't. But we had as much fun as the little kids that we competed for the swings with.

When moving to Paris wasn't a big enough of a change...

Sometimes, leaving the environment we are most comfortable in, allows us to take risks and attempt find ourselves in ways we were never allowed to at home. The hair is just a symbolism of the"new and improved Meggie".

... and yes, I am a goober.

Making history.

Last night, I took part in an historic event. The 2009 presidential elections was that of historic proportions. Pulling an all-niter, I excitedly watched the election on a projection screen streaming live-feed from cnn.com in an international dorm. Most of us were pulling for Obama while a few proudly supported McCain.
We eagerly watched the polls teater-totter, offered our own versions of Americana through games and food, discussed political and religious views, and bonded as a family through our differences and similarities.
America as we now know it will be different forever. The objection of race and gender in an executive political position shall never be viewed as a variable, and for the first time in over eight-years my fellow peers and I now attain an ever-glowing sense of pride to be an American.
Although our country has a long road to rebuild, one can only hope that the sense of our new president will inspire my generation to finally take a stand in our future. Apathy will only take us so far. The future is in all of our hands, we need to take a stand.

French passions.

Paris is known as the "city of love", the Parisians live with this idea throughout their soul. There is something in the manner of how french lovers embrace, as if their eyes are breathing passion for one another. The passion these couples endow is that of a sappy romance story, except it is their reality. In their fervent ways,I have never seen a man intensely gaze at woman before, and secretly acknowledge that she is his world; or chase after her as if it was their final goodbye, when in reality, they had saw each other only moments before.


My sole reason for studying abroad in Paris, was not to live the same location as the Eiffel Tour and the Degas' Ballerina statue, but it was to understand another culture from my own. To embrace my life and learn how to change it for the better. I have always been a passionate person, however understanding the ways one shows passion may lead to much more meaningful life-experiences.

Street Art.

The French-twist on graffiti.

Our nation.

This is a beautiful documentary about our nation created by Vanguard Journalism// Current TV. If you find that you have some free time (about 45 minutes), please take the chance to watch this before you vote on Tuesday. If not, please do not forget to vote!