My life is now cut into a clear dichotomy–before CR and after CR. OK, maybe I’m being a little dramatic, but there is a distinct difference in who I was…
If you haven’t been able to tell in my blogs yet, I love art, literature, and most things that reside in the creative world.
Preface: My mom, the wonderful Catharine Chambers, was a military brat and went to High School in Vicenza, Italy. Cool, I know. Hearing of our two options for Sunday travel…
Well, I did the ultimate Ausgang yesterday.
I jumped out of a plane voluntarily.
Through the plethora of boards plastered with words and topics and knowledge in the museum at Dachau, one stood out among the rest in my eyes—Poetry in Dachau.
By the time we made it through what seemed to be the hundredth doorframe and stepped into another ornate room displaying ostentation at its finest, Team Hohenschwangau’s minds (and attention spans) were at a bit of an overload.
Holy moly, am I glad I slept well last night, because today was a whirlwind. When Dr. P said we were hitting the ground running today, he was not lying.
Today, our group had the opportunity to discover Berlin in the eyes of its remembrance and tribute toward their doings in the Holocaust
48 hours stands between us and the moment we take off to an experience of a lifetime. Only 48 hours until I somehow prove to everyone that I can break my trend of being an “over-packer” and fit 3.5 weeks’ worth of stuff into my medium-sized suitcase.