Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

I've moved to Kaya on Brioche!

This past year, I had no idea what direction this blog was taking. I posted photography, study abroad experiences and personal musings sporadically. I felt like I was growing out of it and was losing interest.

So over break, I decided to stop this blog and move on to another one. I will now be writing on Kaya on Brioche (yes I love spreads on breads apparently). Instead of a jumble of everything, Kaya on Brioche will just focus on cool finds in cool cities (you could call it more of a travel blog). My sister and I are working together on this one, which makes this blog a bit more fun for me. To my few followers (looking at you mother), I hope you'll follow my musings over at Kaya on Brioche and find it helpful!

:) Kathryn


That edginess has always made me feel alive



"It's that thinking that makes me feel alive. And it makes me notice everything around me. When I become complacent like I was in the United States, you just get used to things so you don't think about them. You think, I'll get a cab. I'll go to the airport. I'll have a patty melt. You don't think about it. Whereas now with me, the anxiety starts early on. And I'm always afraid that somebody's going to throw me a curve ball and ask me a question like, what sign are you? Just ask me a question like that out of nowhere. And I'll appear foolish. So it keeps me on edge. But really, that edginess has always made me feel alive."

- David Sedaris on living in Paris



"Why do you live in Paris? And I say, well, you know, I just sort of wanted to. All the reasons that you give sound really embarrassing, cliche, and ridiculous at this point. I mean, Paris is a stale dream. And it's kind of like falling in love with the most obviously cute boy in the class, or like the star of this-- or like a movie star. It's like being a groupie. And then you try to convince the other 25 women who he slept with the last week, well, you know, I really love him, and I think he loves me, too."

Kristin Hohenadel on first moving to Paris



"You know, you walk down the street in Los Angeles and you feel low. And that's a terrible example because it's Los Angeles, but you feel kind of dwarfed. And [in Paris], I just think, yes, this is exactly it. This is how life should be, the pace, the scale, the way it looks."

Kristin Hohenadel on returning to the US after living in Paris



"That's when I realized I wasn't in Kansas anymore. And I liked it. I mean, of course, it was kind of humiliating, because you know, we're supposed to be the intimidating, scary ones. And then all these French bitches in high heels were threatening us. And they were in our faces. And it made me realize that the whole black-white game just doesn't work outside of the United States.


Because white people aren't afraid of you here. And at the same time, they don't hate you, because that sort of goes together. So I'll take it. I'll wait on line. Now I don't dare jump lines. So that opened my eyes."
Janet Mcdonald on being African American in Paris

"I associated the word American with white guys with flags on their lawns, who didn't particularly like me. And people would call me American. And I'd say I'm not American. I'm black. And these were like black French people. And they're like, you are so American. And I remember these French West Indian friends of mine, this one, in particular, from Martinique was saying, you even walk like an American. I'm like, what do you mean? What does an American walk like? And she said they kick their legs when they walk. They kick their legs forward."
Janet Mcdonald on being African American in Paris


"Here's something else. There are certain things about French culture, Janet says, that just make life here very pleasant. For one thing, people don't ask you personal questions, where you grew up, where you work, what's your family life, what's your story. You're not constantly explaining yourself. She says she has one friend who she knew for five years before she knew this woman had a grown son. Also, there isn't the same striving, the same ambition to be number one as in the States, especially compared with the corporate law job she used to have, where everybody was expected to put in 60 and 70 and 80 hours a week. Here, that would be seen as very strange. Work just is not that important to most people."

- Ira Glass interviewing Janet Mcdonald

Find the transcript for This American Life on Americans in Paris here.  Photography by Trop Rouge.

You and me, we got our own sense of time

My best friend is studying abroad in Athens this summer. I've been keeping a list of the things she needs to bring back for me, like new sandals. We spent four days in Athens when we backpacked through Southern Europe together last August. I miss it a lot. I remember we could see the Acropolis from our hostel balcony. Yeah I know, I got the travel bug again. Whenever I think of moments in my short life of intense happiness or fear, many of them fall under that period of traveling. So I can't help sometimes wishing I was somewhere else sometimes (especially when exams are close).

I stumbled upon some beautiful photos from The Colors of Travel 2012 by The New York Times. Stoooop I want to go to there.

Enjoy your Friday! I'll be sleeping on the Warren Dunes tonight in Michigan, which is the closest thing I have to traveling these days... :)

Post title from Hannah Hunt by Vampire Weekend.

Montpellier, France

Turkey

Penang, Malaysia
  
Hyderabad, India

Tell me how I dream

I spent spring break in Nashville on a service trip. And oh man was it good.  If you continue to sit and talk in the parked car after an eight hour car ride home and a whole week of living in one room, then you know it was a really good trip.

Now I have returned to real life. In order to get the peanut butter and pretzels out of my veins from spring break, I'm starting a 3-day cleanse with my friends tomorrow. Including no coffee. World beware.



Post title from Walls by Stars.

Don't think about the choices that you make

Some random life lessons I learned this quarter:

Light in August by William Faulkner is an amazing book. I have had moments of intense love and hatred for Faulkner. Mostly hatred.

The boys of 1D are so far removed from me, they can never let me down. Hence why I prefer them to reality. Except when Zayn possibly cheated on his girlfriend. That was a rough moment. I guess one can't be that beautiful without a few mishaps.

All you can eat sushi is dangerous. I should not order 15 roles and 7 appetizer between four people. I will feel sick, and I will find alternative ways to get rid of said sushi.

My hair cannot last for more than a day without washing, so please learn. I do not have the hair of Beyonce.

The best way to end the quarter is most definitely to have an impromptu dance party with my roommates.

I don't know how to cook. Have I had fruit this week? No. How many eggs have I had in the last three days? Way too many. And I don't even really like eggs.

There are a lot of things I hate about Texas. But there are also a lot of things I love about Texas. Like Friday Night Lights and my best friend from high school. She is beyond the coolest.

Winter quarter be gone. Nashville here I come :)


Post title from Landfill by Daughter. According to itunes, I have listened to this song 27 times this week.

You wish sunrise would never fall under

Currently I'm wearing socks I bought this week to avoid doing laundry, my bathroom hasn't been cleaned in two weeks, I'm a few novels behind in my homework, and I'm fairly certain people are having sex in the apartment above me right now. Must get away.


So let's go to Cape Town, South Africa


Post title from Go Do by Jónsi.









Rivers 'til I reach you

Thoughts on life:

1. HAPPY 2013! Last year was amazing, so we'll see if this one can beat it. 


"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."
— Neil Gaiman

2. After nine countries spanning eight languages later, I will be arriving back in the US tomorrow. Yay? Yay! I have been in Europe for five months, and my dad has been here for two weeks. He has more bags than I do. I don't want to judge or anything.

4. Here is a little video about the United States from a French perspective. So true. Ok I understand it is in French, but at least we can all agree that he is attractive and the French language sounds beautiful. Oof. I'm gonna miss them attractive French boys.



Post title from The Head and the Heart, Rivers and Roads.

I could see for miles, miles, miles

My life long dream has been accomplished. I am in the lovely city of Maastricht in the Netherlands with my dad who has work here. And while wandering around, I found the store I have stalked online from my dorm room in Evanston far too many times. Yes it would be Scotch & Soda, an Amsterdam based fashion brand, which I previously posted about here and here. If I had endless amounts of money, I would dress me and my future man in everything from this store. I have to bring my dad back, just to have an excuse to return and go through the men's clothing. 

I bought myself some pants way on sale, and can now say I am a proud owner of Maison Scotch pants. Ah what a life. Even the people working there were attractive. I never thought Dutch was a beautiful language, but it never sounded so good coming from a well dressed young man.








Post title from Holocene by Bon Iver.

I want it, I need it, I want your eyes to turn

Merry Christmas Eve! I'll be back in Paris in a week to say my final goodbye. But right now my dad and I are in Lausanne, Switzerland. A friend gave us her apartment while she and her husband are out of town. She has a pretty amazing blog, Lavender & Onions. Trust me, you wanna check it out. Fun fact, her mother was my fifth grade teacher, and one of my favorite teachers  of all time :)

For now I leave you with the view from her apartment. Just stop.


Post title from Somebody by Jukebox the Ghost.

And my car won't stop 'cause I cut the breaks

So Amsterdam. I loved it. It has got to be one of the top three cities I have visited this year. I could definitely live in one of those cute house apartments by the canal. We peaked into some of their windows around dinner time, and I could not handle it. People were actually nice too! Crazy. Oh and there were so many cute modern coffee shops, my weakness. I'm talking about literal coffee, not to be confused since we are talking about Amsterdam.

However we did not stay in the area I described above. We stayed in the red light district. It was cheap. And now I know why. The manager of the hostel loved us though, really loved us. Because we were a breath of fresh air in comparison to the quality of teenage boys that normally stay there...

The first night I was paranoid out of my mind walking down the street in our area. There were so many guys, almost all guys. And the smell of weed and the sight of mostly naked girls really freaked me out. But then I realized that these areas exist in every city, I just don't stay in them. And this area in Amsterdam is actually safe. Our tourguide told us there are security cameras everywhere, two police stations, a church, and a kindergarden (go figure). 


Some interesting moments:

- Watching a Christmas parade in Amsterdam that includes Santa followed by his African slaves... We are talking black paint, wigs, the whole deal. We were completely shocked. Weed, prostitution, ok I can handle it. But borderline racism/cultural insensitivity... no, just no.

- Listening to our hostel manager complain to us. In one of his many rants, he mentioned that he killed Chinese when he was in the Taiwanese Army, and that he stayed up til 6am drinking Tequila because he was so annoyed with the stoned Belgian boys in our hostel. A very fascinating man.

- Eating stroopwafels. Those things are good. And addicting.

- Taking the Red Light District tour. I learned many things, including not to take pictures of prostitutes because they will throw pee on you. Also who knew it only cost 50 euro for 15 min?

- Going to a bar/slash club one night when we weren't planning on going out. Some of us were wearing multiple layers of sweaters... sexy.

We also did some touristy things in Amsterdam as well: two tours, the Rembrandt house, the Anne Frank house, the Heineken factory, a sex museum, the "I Amsterdam" letters, and a Christmas parade.

I would definitely go back to Amsterdam! But maybe stay in a different area...


Post title from Morning Song by The Lumineers. One of my favorite songs by them and one of the best concerts I've been too.

And the way you move, I won't close my eyes

Life is good.

Yesterday One Direction released a new album. Be still my heart.

This morning I had breakfast with my dad. We had a real breakfast at an American diner, eggs bacon pancakes.

Tomorrow night I will see The Lumineers in Paris. And I will probably cry.

Thursday I will leave for Amsterdam. I have always wanted to visit Amsterdam, I've heard it is beautiful, among other things.

I don't think this is real life.

Tell me what's so easy about coming to say goodbye

I survived a trip to Berlin and Prague! My friend and I had a several panic attacks throughout the trip including one before we even left Paris. Sometimes traveling by yourself is hard.



I loved Berlin. Really loved it. We were only there for a day and a half, and we did a four hour walking tour and learned more than I ever did in history class. I loved how there were modern coffeeshops everywhere. Like legit coffeeshops. None of this old fashioned café nonsense like Paris (just kidding, those are great too). Apparently Berlin is known as "poor but sexy." I was not there long enough to really experience the city, but what I observed rings true.

Prague was beautiful. We were there for four days and did another four hour walking tour which covered several historical and touristy sites. Who knew they had a mini eiffel tower? It was endearing... The only problem I had with Prague was the sheer number of tourists. Oh and the lovers. Like seriously? And this is coming from a girl who is used to seeing people in Paris making out on the metro or at various historical sites. But Prague was worse. And to make it even more annoying, these lovers were not half as attractive or as well-dressed as Parisians, so I couldn't even be jealous. But this speaks only for the tourists in Prague, because I'm not really sure I saw a legit person from Prague between the hostel and the touristy historical sites. But I don't blame all those lovers for coming to Prague, because the Charles Bridge and the river pretty much kills you. 

Some highlights:

- Withdrawing a 1000 Czech bill. I felt rich for five seconds.

- Getting caught by the German police for not having metro tickets. Too much money was lost paying for that ticket.

- Meeting someone from my college town at a bar crawl. So so random!

- Avoiding various creepy men. By the end of the trip, I was paranoid of everyone. Talk to me, and I will cut you.

- Plotting ways to kill pretty much most of the people in our hostel room... if you see someone sleeping at oh say 3 in the morning, its best not to talk loudly, just sayin.

- Going to the sketchiest club ever in Prague. It was pretty much a four story frat house with old creepy men. Yeah, we didn't stay too long.

- Losing my camera in Berlin :( I bought a disposable camera in Prague. Someone asked me if I was a hipster. Nope, just really needed a camera...

Last week was great, but one thing I realized is that it is so much scarier traveling to new cities with one other person rather than a group. And I also realized, I really want to return to Berlin someday, longer than 36 hours I hope. The photo is from this really cute coffeeshop near our hostel in Berlin. Unfortunately I never went in, because I had given all my extra money to the German police.

Post title from Three White Horses by Andrew Bird.

All the things that make you lighter

This week, I am so lucky to be visiting Berlin and Prague with my friend from Northwestern. I cannot wait! This is my first time leaving Paris since arriving. This is kinda odd, but I am actually really looking forward to feeling no pressure to speak the language. Because I know no German or Czech. In Paris, I try to speak French, and I just get frustrated. For example, my host dad went on an hour long rant during dinner last week about the differences between the US and France. Clearly he liked one country better than the other. I had so many things to say; it reminded me of dinners at home, when my parents and I would talk for a long time after dinner. The only problem is that in this case, I couldn't form any sentences. By the time I had a thought and simplified my thought so I could find words to say it in French, my host dad had moved on to a new topic. So many struggles. All over the place.

Something I have officially realized. I can never fit in here. Not only for the above scenario  but also because there is no direct translation for the phrases, "I am confused," and "This is awkward." These two phrases define pretty much every moment of my life.  The closest French phrases literally translate to "I am embarrassed," and "I am not comfortable," which just doesn't cut it for me. I guess Parisians never really feel confused or awkward. Ugh of course they don't.

Anywho, please enjoy this pretty picture of Prague I found off of pinterest. I'm excited to take my own soon. My best friend from high school studied abroad in Prague this summer, so I've been reading up on all her notes! 

Post title from Girls Like You by The Naked and Famous. I love this song.

Tame the ghosts in my head

I was at dinner last weekend with some Northwestern students, talking about the joys of our university. And I realized something. Studying abroad in Paris is pretty great. A few weeks ago, I was feeling slightly lonely in Paris, annoyed with my inability to speak French and unsure what to do with this weird amount of free time I have. I kept thinking that I had to find activities and be busy all the time. But after rehashing about what life will be like when we return to real life, I got out of that kind of thinking real fast. I am quite enjoying this change of pace in Paris. Most definitely, I want to see my friends and family again, I really miss them. But the constant busyness, stress over internship applications, hours at the library, guilt after going out because you didn’t use that time to study, subconscious competition with your friends, waking up early on Saturday and Sunday to get homework done, freezing in that Chicago wind… I can do without.


When am I going to be in this situation where my grades don’t count, and I am in a beautiful city and close to so many other amazing cities? Probably never again. So I booked tickets to visit Berlin, Prague, and Amsterdam for two extended weekends in November. I CANNOT WAIT. I am excited to stay in hostels again, meet random people, drink a healthy amount of course, and be a tourist :)


Post title from Lover's Eyes by Mumford & Sons.

Shadows of the mess you made

Let's hope I've made it to Mykonos at this point. Post title from Mykonos by Fleet Foxes. Yeah I did that :)

Don't you worry 'bout me

Happy weekend :) I should be traveling from Rome to Athens today! Photo from pinterest and post title from Lost in My Mind by The Head and the Heart.

We know that we want more

In less than 2 weeks I will be flying into Paris and traveling to Barcelona, Rome, Naples, Athens, Mykonos, and a few smaller cities during 20 days. With three of my close friends. And then after that spending three months in Paris. What the what.

I still have several questions and details that I'm attempting to work out before I leave:
Where does one store luggage for 20 days in Paris? Where does one buy a phone? How many shoes can one fit in a backpack for 20 days? (That last question is most likely not of dire importance.) What if we arrive too late in a city and the hostel is closed? I have already planned out a scenario where we take shifts staying awake outside so none of our bags get stolen. At least the weather will be warm. I worry.

I can't wait!

Post title from Disparate Youth by Santigold. Photos from Karla's Closet. This is Santorini, Greece. We are hoping to fit it in! Yes this is also where Lena meets Kostos in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.



I never did grow up, feels like I never will

This weekend I went camping at the Warren Dunes in Michigan. I actually liked it. We ended up sleeping up on top of the Dunes rather than at the camp site. Other than the tiring hike up and the sand in the mouth situation I woke up to, the experience was worth it. I wouldn't have minded if we never returned to school :)

Post title from Same Mistakes by The Echo Friendly. I love this song passionately. Photos from Everyday Musings and Flickr.




I got nothing left inside of my chest, but it's all alright.

Having spent 9 years in the Northeast, 9 years in the South, and 1.5 years in the Midwest, I cannot quite understand being connected to one region with pride. I do not even identify with one race, let alone one place. There are so many people and places in the US, let alone in the world, that it seems so limiting to stay or live in one place. To explain... I am awaiting word from my study abroad application status, so I cannot get this out of my mind. But really I think about it all the time. Post title from All Alright by Fun.


Niigata Prefecture, Japan
Northern Lapland, Sweden 
Upstate New York