Photoessay: Albania Blooms
I have yet to write about Albania, but it was one of the countries that stuck with me most. While I loved the friendly people, little bits of chaos that infiltrated everyday life and the gorgeous Adriatic sea on my doorstep, the flowers are what immediately come to mind when I picture the country. It seemed like everywhere I looked, another new kind of flower peeked out between a fence or two…
Photoessay: Ugly Beautiful Zagreb
I’m back home now and beginning the immense project of processing my photographs from a long five months of travel through Europe. I visited what felt like city after city, and while many were somewhat like the others, blending into the background of extended travel, Zagreb, Croatia is one city that really stood out to me. I liked the contrasts of Upper and Lower Zagreb; the lower area felt like…
Displaced, But at Home
It’s always an interesting feeling to come home when you’ve been gone for several months, and one I’m not all too unfamiliar with. I’ve come home from five months in Austria, five months in Argentina and eighteen months in South Korea and while each homecoming was not quite the same, they all had one factor in common: I had a place that was my own, no matter how much time had passed.
-2 of those tomatoes the shape of olives but bigger
-High quality pasta
-Anchovies (or anchovy paste)
Sauté the tiny-ly cut up garlic and one anchovy in the olive oil for about ten minutes in a frying pan
Add cut up tomato pieces the size of a quarter to the olive oil and sauté for another 5 minutes
Cook the pasta until it’s pretty al dente and then add the pasta to the frying pan and mix with the ingredients for about three minutes
Om nom nom
June Reading Roundup
Most of June was spent sunbathing in Albania, followed by swimming in Albania’s sea (the Adriatic), accompanied by work and cleaning at the hostel, and all of those lovely moments sprinkled with time to read some of those 130+ books on my Amazon Wishlist. A kind of heaven. During the last week of June, I spent a few days in Italy and finally ended the month in Germany, with my parents. So suffice…
iPhone Photoessay: Giovanni’s Mother’s Cooking
Somehow, someway, I ended up on the fourth floor of an old European apartment, walls clad with twenty year old wallpaper and the living room desk covered in small, framed family photographs. An older Italian lady stood in the kitchen, preparing pasta for me and my Couchsurfing host. I was at Giovanni’s mother’s home, in Rome, Italy, and she was cooking us lunch.
I guess I’m the kind of girl you…
My Austrian Homecoming
Some readers may already know this, but when I was seventeen, I moved abroad for the first time. It was in Austria, as an exchange student (through AFS, a fantastic organization, might I add!), that I first got a taste of a world outside of my own. I lived with a family who, ironically, was Croatian in origin but spoke German while I was around and went to a Gymnasium (high school) during the day.
The Truth About Couchsurfing
Does the thought of contacting a stranger to sleep on their couch or spare bed freak you out? You’re not the only one. That’s about how most of my relatives react, with a bit of fear in their voice, when they hear I’ve been Couchsurfing. The first time I used it, traveling through Argentina three years ago, I didn’t even tell my parents what I was doing until after the fact. It sounds scary, and…
IMPORTANT! I’ve Switched to Wordpress.org!
If you tried to look at abreathofforeignair.com recently, then you probably noticed that things were a little… weird. To say the least. Because I was in the middle of a transition from WordPress.com to a self-hosted site on WordPress.org. It was messy. My blog disappeared off the earth for a moment. One of my friends sent me a message in worry – “Did someone kidnap you and delete your blog? ARE…
True Life: My Parents Are Expats
There they stood, lurking in their small town’s daily market, among stalls of horse sausage, cheese-galore and asparagus, acting like they fit in. They walked like the others, but they did not talk like the others. These two adults were different. They were expats.
And so might begin the saga of my parents, who’ve just begun a brand new chapter in their married lives: expating. In Germany. I…