Semana Santa Part I: Milan

How do I even begin to write about a ten-day vacation in Italy? As always when traveling, we encountered a few stressful moments, inconveniences and discomfort, but overall things fell into place wonderfully.

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Paris

Living in tiny, out-of-the-way Pamplona, I sometimes think of myself as pretty hipster. All the UNC kids who do the Seville program are so mainstream, you know? Well I decided I wasn’t too hipster to visit the most visited city in the world. I had to miss a group presentation in order to go, but if I fail a class in exchange for visiting Paris I think that’s a pretty fair trade.

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Springgg

Pamplona in the winter is like a pretty girl who is always scowling. You can tell she’s attractive, but the bad attitude ruins it. Every day, gray clouds obscure the sky and suffocate my soul.

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Study Life

Right now I’m sitting in Pamplona’s most indie cafe, a Basque place hidden on the edge of Old Town where more women have short hair than long and about half the men have pierced ears. I always wear my Argentina sweater when I come here because it makes me feel alternative enough to fit in.

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