Cuba: Prohibida la entrada

The summer after my freshman year of college, I traveled to Cuba as a student in a course focusing on sustainable agricultural systems. Why? Well, for many reasons, really: to practice my Spanish, to learn something (anything) about agriculture, to see a new country. I’ll be honest, though. There was really only one reason I had for choosing Cuba.

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Florence, 15 Years Older

Florence is a city by which you measure your life every time you returnevery time you return.

On my first visit, the city made clear the tasks ahead in growing up. Not just becoming an adult, but a citizen of the world, as I so deeply wanted to be. And it sent me on my way with a parting kiss, a small souvenir of what was yet to come. Continue reading “Florence, 15 Years Older”

A Virgin in Florence

I was only 15 the first time I visited Florence, and I had traveled there with class of high schoolers (and their parents) on one of those fully supervised, completely American Grand Tours of Europe meant to turn us into cultured young ladies and gentlemen in 10 days or so. Florence, perhaps the grandest city on the Grand Tour, was one of the last stops.

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