Cross-Continental Promises: From Hawaii to the Czech Republic and Beyond

5 years ago, I was a sophomore in high school, a volunteer working with exchange students studying abroad in Hawaii, and a dreamer yearning to see all of the places that the people I met had traveled from. Among the friends I had made, there was Rostislav, a cheerful 17 year-old from the Czech Republic that I hadn’t had the opportunity to really meet until shortly before he left the islands. I promised to visit him the next time I ventured to Europe, and 5 years later, I found myself booking an overnight train to Vienna to see my old friend.

I will never recommend an overnight train, as it was quite probably the worst experience of my life. What I will recommend is where that nasty train took me–the medieval and Baroque city of Vienna, Austria. Rosti and I spent the morning wandering the streets of the city center, buying street food (the most amazing cinnamon hazelnut croissant of my life), and immersing ourselves in the “park-” and “coffee-culture” of this quiet but entrancing city.

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Vienna, Austria

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Schönbrunn Palace, Vienna

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Schönbrunn Palace, Vienna

But we didn’t linger for too long, and three hours later we were on our way to Brno, the lesser-known but second-largest city in the Czech Republic. Unlike Prague, Brno is off the beaten path in terms of tourism, and its charms aren’t as readily apparent. But after a few hours and a warm welcome from Rosti’s family and friends, the undoubtedly Czech ambiance and authentic, tourist-free atmosphere won me over. Bustling with university students, conventions, traditional Czech restaurants, and of course beer pubs (the country’s national beverage–cheaper than water, might I add), this college town has a lot to offer if you know where to look! Head into any bakery for some apfelstrudel, and into any pub for some really good and really cheap pints of beer!

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The view from Rosti’s house overlooking Brno

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Villa Tugendhat, a UNESCO site in Brno

Sleep obviously wasn’t a priority this weekend, because early the next day we found ourselves on yet another bus to Prague, the city I’d dreamed of seeing for so, so long. As charming and revealing of typical Czech life as Brno is, Prague is teeming with rich culture in such a different sense of the word as we know it in Western Europe. Prague is the historical capital of Bohemia, and has been the political, cultural, and economic hub for central Europe. That being said, Prague is a visual symphony of sights, and a historical mecca of architectural styles and buildings. From Romanesque, to Gothic, to Cubism and everything in between, I was completely blown away by it all. We sat down for coffee in a Cubist masterpiece of a building, and then slowly made our way to the Prague Castle after that, stopping along the way at the Old Town Square, Charles Bridge, and a Gingerbread Museum of all things. Apparently, gingerbread is a thing in Prague all year-long, not just at Christmas. I’m decidedly going to move here one day for this reason.

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Prague, Czech Republic

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Me and my hot wine

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Rosti and me!

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The famous Dancing House in Prague

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Of course it’s not a real cultural experience unless you try the local food. The entire day in Prague was therefore spent sampling fried cheese (not a huge fan but it had to be done), schnitzel, potato dumplings, hot wine (SO good), gingerbread, and trdelník (a type of cake cooked around a wooden rod that is spun over an open flame. My FAVORITE, even though I could not pronounce it for the life of me). Overall, the day in Prague was a huge success and the city lived up to my highest expectations! We went back to Brno that night to experience some Brno nightlife by heading to the Aloha Bar and Metro nightclub.

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A night out in Brno!

The next morning, my last day with Rosti, we discovered that trains back to Vienna from Brno were pretty pricey. Before I knew it we were on our way to Bratislava, Slovakia instead for the morning, since tickets to Vienna from Bratislava were much cheaper. I mean, new country for breakfast… why the heck not!?!? Bratislava was surprisingly charming, albeit lacking in extensive tourism and things to see. We wandered around the streets and made our way up to the Bratislava Castle, where we got a lovely view of the quaint city. I was pleasantly surprised, and how many times can you actually say you decided last minute to have breakfast in another country!?

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Some interesting statues in downtown Bratislava

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Downtown Bratislava, Slovakia

My time in these amazing countries had to eventually come to an end. But, as I found with Croatia, I really fell in love with and was pleasantly amazed with these countries that I had never previously known anything about. The beautiful simplicity of Vienna, the Bohemian charm and bustling nature of Prague, the authenticity of Brno, and the charming ambiance of Bratislava really made for an amazing weekend, and I owe it all to my long-distance study abroad friend Rosti for making it happen! I promised to visit again in the future to learn how to ski, and I fully intend to make that promise a reality.

Baci,

Rachele

Sicilian Getaway

Finally taking the time to explore Southern Italy, my friends and I ventured down to Palermo on the island of Sicily last weekend. With no souvenirs but some extreme tan lines, a tummy full of gelato, a taste of The Godfather trilogy, and some awesome memories, here are some pictures from our trip!

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ImageImageImageImageImageImageWe spent most of our time taking advantage of the beautiful beaches and warm water Palermo has to offer, namely Mondello, which was a short bus ride away from the city center. We ate lots of gelato, and noticed that Sicilian fast food simply means putting french fries on everything (french fry sandwich, anyone?) and eating gelato out of a brioche roll, and got the worst sunburns of our lives but it was all worth it. I tried cannoli, tiramisu, and buffalo meat for the first time too! The things they say about regional differences in Italy–every region is basically its own country–are very true too. Not only was the food different, but Sicilians even have their own dialect and accent! It was a pretty great weekend, and I’m glad we got to see the other side of this beautiful country.

Just under one month left in Europe, and I have no idea how I’m going to be able to leave.

Baci,

Rachele

Left my Heart in Hrvatska Republica

“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. the great affair is to move” (Robert Louis Stevenson)

Have you ever done something or gone somewhere, not knowing what to expect, and then walked away with the realization that that was one of the best moments of your life?

Well, Eastern Europe is starting to have that effect on me.

Last weekend, my best friend and I went to Split, Croatia for a weekend, and–I know I’ve said this in several past blog posts, but I swear this time I mean it–it was the most spectacular experience of my life. When you travel around Europe, you’re typically inclined to see things like monuments, museums, etc.–which I highly concur that you do. However, a weekend in Croatia means a weekend of adventure. A weekend of white water rafting, island hopping, swimming in the most transparent light teal water and the largest waterfall I’ve ever seen, beaches, and wandering the streets without a care in the world or a specific destination to find. I don’t believe in tour groups, guides, and sheltered travel; I believe in experience. Almost missing a ferry but making it on board at the last second, getting lost in a city you’ve never heard of, trying food you’d never have thought to eat, making friends in different countries by chance. You find yourself when you lose yourself. I feel like this is one of the most humbling and exhilarating things about travel.

Here’s What We Did:

Thursday: We arrived in Split, Croatia at 8 in the morning by ferry. At 11am, we were on our way to the Cetina River for a day of white water rafting and cliff jumping. White water rafting is a widely popular thing to do when in Croatia.

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That night we ate at Fife Buffet, and got pounds and pounds of calamari and fish for less than 15 euro each. Another big bonus? We had a SUPER cute waiter.

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Friday: Croatia has over a thousand islands along its coast. On Friday we did a boat day trip to Brač, the largest island in Dalmatia and the third largest in the Adriatic Sea. We went to both the town and the uninhabited beach areas of the island, and spent the afternoon jumping off the roof of our boat and swimming in the most amazing cerulean (and freezing) water in the world.

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We ate at Konoba Varos that night. This place had really good grilled squid, breaded Croatian cheese, salmon pasta, and a Croatian pasta dish that consists of gnocchi and tender beef marinated in red wine and a variety of spices. After, we went to Figa, one of the “places to see and be seen” in the old castle area of Split.

Saturday: Following the directions we got from our hostel receptionist, we got on a bus to Šibenik, Croatia to see the Krka National Park, famous for its magnificent waterfalls and flora. We didn’t really know what public transit was going to be like in Croatia, nor did we know what Šibenik was like, but it all turned out okay. In Šibenik we had 2 hours to kill before our bus to Krka, so we walked around and found an outdoor market where we bought “bombalone con cioccolato” and some bread that resembled a cinnamon roll but had fruit filling instead of cinnamon and cream cheese. With these along with 2 cappuccinos, our breakfast cost us a little under 80 cents each.

When we got to the National Park, it was POURING nonstop. We bought icky ponchos and carried on, making our way to the one area in the park where you’re allowed to swim. Naturally, we swam. Our clothes were soaked by this point anyway so there were no more inhibitions. It was so beautiful and the falls themselves were unreal. We had to ride the bus home for two hours after soaking wet, but it was worth it.

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That night we checked out some of Split’s nightlife, and we went to O’Hara and Tropic Club. The only place we originally knew about was O’Hara, and we found the other place by recommendations by locals, and by literally running into a group of locals who invited us to come with them to Tropic. The club ended up being a two-story, seriously packed discoteca located right next to the ocean. Amazing!!!

Sunday: On our last day in Croatia, we spent it walking around Split, eating street food and pizza, and laying out at one of Split’s many beaches. I can’t get enough of Pizza Cut and Creme de la Creme. Some of the best pizza I’ve ever had and some of the best cake I could’ve ever dreamed of. I got a pizza with thin strips of zucchini and a Croatian variety of feta cheese and it was ridiculous. Ugh, I want another slice right now just thinking about it.

Before we had to get on our ferry, we walked up to the highest point of Split overlooking the entire city, and we soaked up our last moments in Croatia playing music, singing like fools, and watching the sun set. These are the moments that really get to me. The ones where I remember that I am so lucky to live in Europe, and I am so lucky to have seen what I’ve seen and have done what I’ve done. Words cannot express how much this entire semester has taught be about the world, and more importantly, about myself. ImageImage

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Croatia is beautiful. The people are friendly, the food is delicious and cheap, and the country itself is breathtaking. I am determined to return to Croatia, and to hopefully see more of Eastern Europe in the future. Hvala Croatia, for an awesome, awesome weekend.

Baci,

Rachele

Spring Flowers in Florence

Over the past two weeks, I finished a portrait photography project for my Digital Photography class. Taking advantage of the beautiful weather Florence has been experiencing lately, and using the Giardino di Boboli as a backdrop, here’s what we came up with. Enjoy! The Boboli Gardens are lovely and the perfect place to sunbathe and have a picnic. I might just have to do that with my friends before we all leave.

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Models: Rachel-Jean F., Melanie A.Y., and a flower.

Baci,

Rachele

The Amalfi Coast: Pompeii, Sorrento, and Capri

Once again, it never ceases to amaze me just how much you can possibly squeeze into less than 48 hours. This past Saturday and Sunday, we went on a school trip to the Pompeii, Sorrento, and Capri–three towns that are part of the region known as the Amalfi Coast.

After a 6 hour bus ride, we wound up in Pompeii, a city in the Campania region of Italy that is famous for the ancient ruins of the Roman city that were destroyed and buried by the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius in 79 AD. The ruins of the city encompass an enormous amount of land, and we spent about 3 hours exploring and imagining what it must have been like for these ancient citizens to have lived and died within those walls. Along the way, we saw various in-tact houses, local “bars,” a famous ancient brothel, a stadium, and the city’s main forum. It was indescribable how breathtaking and tragic it was to see such ruins with the shadow of Mt. Vesuvius looming off in the distance.

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We spent the night in Sorrento tasting Limoncello and exploring the town. The streets of Sorrento are adorably lined with lemon and orange trees in every direction, and at night they were filled with the livelihood of adults and children alike. Under our professor’s recommendation, we got some delicious margherita pizza and checked out a local bar. I wish we had more time to explore this quaint coastal town, but at 8am the next morning, we were on our way to the island of Capri by ferry.

Capri might be one of the most beautiful places I have ever witnessed in my entire life. The grand cliffs and transparent blue water, coupled with the magnificent caves and bright red coral–everything about it was as picturesque as you could possibly imagine. We took a boat tour around the island to see it all. Sadly, we could not go into the Blue Cave due to weather conditions, but it was still well worth it to see the entire island by boat! The rest of the afternoon was spent eating gelato (and I mean, lots of gelato), shopping, exploring the views and the gardens of the town of Capri, and eating at Villa Verde, a famous restaurant frequented by a plethora of A-List celebrities and VIPs. This was followed, of course, by more gelato.

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Without a doubt, I recommend the Amalfi Coast to anyone traveling to Italy. In less than 48 hours, we saw a lot, but I would’ve loved to spend many more hours getting lost in the beauty of it all. Capri was stunning, and it was nice to spend the weekend in Italy for once.

Baci,

Rachele

Fall in Love with your own Backyard

Florence, as many of you know, is located in the Tuscan region of Italy. Toscania, as the Italians say. Though Florence may be the hub of Tuscany and the most famous city, just beyond the city center lies everything that Tuscany is world-renowned for: rolling hills, vineyards, medieval architecture, and natural beauty as far as the eye can see.

Up at 7 AM and ready to go explore the beautiful region of Tuscany…. I somehow ended up losing and eventually missing my group and the buses. No Pisa, Sienna, and San Gimignano? Quite the contrary! Despite my bad luck, I was able to get on another tour of Tuscany that toured Montereggioni, Sienna, San Gimignano, and a Tuscan villa for a special wine tasting. Perhaps I’ll start missing buses more often?

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One could spend hours getting lost in the vastness and beauty of the rolling, winding hills and valleys of Tuscany. Monteriggioni is a medieval town in the region of Sienna that was built in the 1200′s and was originally used as a protective fort to shield conflicts between the Sienese and the Florentine people. Today its quaint walls serve as a lookout point with astounding views of Tuscany.

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Sienna-by far my favorite town in Tuscany-was next. Walking around the town was crazy! The streets were bustling with people-locals and tour groups alike. In the main piazza, Piazza il Campo, hundreds of people had converged to lay out on the ground that, twice a year, turns into a stadium for Sienna’s infamous horse races. The town is divided into 7 main districts, each of which is territorially marked by its own animal symbol. You are born into a district, identify with that district, but can choose which district you’d like your children to later be born into and identify with. The rules with this aren’t strict, but it’s fascinating to see such an old tradition still carried out in essence in today’s society (Think Capulet and Montague in Romeo and Juliet, and the divisions in Verona, for example).

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The “rhinoceros district” of Sienna is marked by symbols such as this one.

San Gimignano is the home of a world champion gelateria, and it was TRULY worth the wait. Blueberry and ricotta cheese gelato, saffron and pine nut gelato, and tutto bosco gelato would most certainly not beg to differ. YUM!!!

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My day ended with a sunset in a Tuscan villa overlooking Tuscan hills and vineyards as far as the eye could see. We sampled white wine, chianti, and fresh olive oil to end what truly was a magnificent day. You know what they say about making mistakes? After what resulted from missing my own tour, I might just have to make mistakes more often.

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Baci,

Rachele

Where Has the Time Gone?

Today is April 18. Today, it dawned on me that in exactly one month, we will be checking out of our apartments in my beloved Florence. Thankfully, I will be staying in Europe with my parents for 2 and a half weeks after the 18th, but the unsettling feeling remains all the same.

By this point in the semester, there is an unspoken agreement between all of the study abroad students that it is both bitter and exciting to be going back to America in a month. Some of us are overjoyed, homesick, and counting down the days. Others are holding on to every moment, booking more trips than we can afford, eating at more restaurants than we can stomach, and staying up late and waking up early so that not a single hour slips away from our fingers. As for me, I’ve found a love for this place so much stronger than I thought I would. Just two months ago, I was struggling to adjust.  Today, I walk around Florence with confidence, respect, and an appreciation for the people, the culture, and the area. Two months ago, Florence was boring, small, and rainy. Today, Florence feels so much like home, and the sun is shining brighter than ever before. I shop at the local market, I have an Italian gym membership, I know how to get almost everywhere in the city, and I know just enough Italian to get by. I don’t know how it’s possible for someone to EVER leave Europe. It’s an affinity that I might not ever be able to break.

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One of our favorite restaurants – Il Gatto e la Volpe

Yes, there are some cultural differences that set Italy and America apart that I do miss. As the weather gets warmer, it is increasingly apparent that Italians dress for the season, not for the weather. In 70′s and 80′s, Italians still wear coats and boots. Why? Because it is Spring, and Spring is not Summer or Fall. Therefore, the appropriate dress is still to keep covered. Now, it’s more obvious than ever who is American and who is not, because it is the Americans (me included. Guilty!) who are now walking around in short shorts, sundresses, and sandals. Also, it is silently taboo to walk to and from the gym in your gym clothes. Regardless, I continue to do this and get weird looks every morning, as the expectation is to change in the gym and shower in the gym. I commend Italians on their loyalty to appearance and seasonal style.

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Meditating in the Boboli Gardens

Besides all these differences, I love all things Italian. I love traveling on the weekends and coming home to Florence every week and discovering new things. I’ve now eaten more Italian food than I can remember, seen the David statue, and explored the Boboli Gardens. I’ve fallen in love with wine, appertivo, and gelato. I’m already thinking about when I can possibly come back. I never want to leave!

In the coming weeks, I’m going to Pisa, Siena, San Gimignano, Sorrento, Capri, Pompeii, Naples, and Sicily in Italy. Then, Croatia, Vienna, and Prague. Finally, with my parents we are going to Venice, Rome, Paris, London, Brussels, and Zurich. I’m going to overload myself with all things Europe in a mad attempt to sustain my yearning until the next time I’m fortunate enough to return.

It really is la dolce vita. I am obsessed with this semester.

Baci,

Rachele

Ibiza loves you.

Yes, that’s right. Ibiza!

I’m not going to go into details about the things people do in Ibiza, however, I will say that it was one of the coolest trips I have taken so far. For all you study abroad hopefuls planning to study in the Spring semester in Europe, keep an eye out for an event called TRIPBIZA–it is one of the only ways, as a student, to go and experience Ibiza the way it should be experienced. Also, you’ll have one of the greatest weekends of your life!

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For those of you not familiar with Ibiza, it is an island off the coast of Spain. It is a choice destination for all those seeking some of the world’s best nightlife and electronic music. Further, it is an extremely expensive and luxurious destination, with club entrance fees beginning at around 30-50 euro minimum and VIP table service anywhere from 100-over 500 euro. For 165 euro and a 39 euro round-trip flight, I and over 300 other study abroad students had the opportunity of a lifetime to live the high life on a budget.

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We stayed at a very nice hotel, Hotel Algarb, in Ibiza Town. Included in our trip was accommodation in this hotel, scheduled beach parties with top-notch DJs, a cruise with free sangria (and another great DJ), and entrance to two of Ibiza’s most famous clubs: Es Paradis and Pacha.

The cruise was one of my FAVORITE parts of the trip. The beaches in Ibiza are beautiful, and that’s coming from a Hawaii-born girl! So, sailing off the coast and getting to see the beaches and all the rocks and mini-island surrounding Ibiza was beautiful. Also equally impressive, we had another amazing DJ on the ship and got to listen to some awesome EDM throughout the whole cruise!

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Es Paradis and Pacha were some of the most surreal experiences. Es Paradis is a club that literally turns into a pool, as giant fountains spray water into the dance floor, immediately turning the pit into a giant tank full of people. Risers, platforms, and ladders allow people who prefer not to get wet to continue dancing above the water pit. Pacha is a club that is world-famous and exists in many major cities in Europe and the US. As many people in Ibiza were chanting, “just look for the cherries”–Pacha’s infamous brand logo.

As much as Ibiza’s nightlife truly did live up to its reputation, I was also equally impressed by the relaxed vibe of the island and the stunning atmosphere of the beaches during the day. It truly felt like I was on my own luxury island in the middle of nowhere. How the island changes from serene during the daytime to euphoric and crazy at night is astounding, and I loved every minute of it.

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Maybe, one day when I’m rich, I’ll venture to this famous island again.

Baci,

Rachele

Spontaneous Travel is a Beautiful Thing

Whoever said spontaneity is the spice of life most certainly knew what he was talking about.

Two weeks ago, on a Tuesday evening, I decided that I didn’t want to stay home for the weekend. About an hour later, I had plane tickets to Lisbon, Portugal. By myself. No planning, no previous notions of ever going to Portugal, nothing.

So two days later, I was on a train to Rome and headed to Portugal for a weekend of surfing and exploration in the most literal sense of the word. It was one of the best last-minute decisions of my life!

The weekend consisted of a walking tour around Lisbon, bacalao (fresh codfish–if you go to Portugal in your lifetime, I highly recommend eating this here!), some Portuguese nightlife, surfing in Peniche, and experiencing Fado (traditional Portuguese music).

Lisbon was surprisingly beautiful, and the surfing–though ridiculously freezing–was one of the best things I’ve done abroad. Also, I learned one Portuguese word: Obrigado (“thank you”). Cheers to that!

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Pictured above: me before surfing (first time wearing a wetsuit and WOW did we need them. So cold!!), the girls I met on my trip, bacalao (codfish), the wall of a house–Lisbon is famous for its tiles, and the cityscape of Lisbon.

Baci,

Rachele

Yamas to Greece!

Hi all! I apologize for not having posted anything in two weeks. While I was away, I spent my spring break in Greece, and it was the most exciting, most awesome, most incredible experience of my semester so far.

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I went on an island-hopping trip through the travel agency Bus2Alps (which I highly recommend by the way). We left from the port of Ancona, Italy and set off for Greece via 16-hour ferry. So many ferries were taken in the past 10 days. 6 to be exact.

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Pink togas!!!

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First ATV ride. Loooooved it.

First, we went to Corfu, an island off the western coast of mainland Greece. We stayed in the Pink Palace and I spent the weekend hanging out on the beach, touring Corfu, and ATV-ing throughout the entire island. On Sunday we had a pink toga party complete with plate smashing and traditional Greek dancing. It was so much fun and I highly recommend it!!

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The Acropolis in Athens–also the best panoramic view of the entire city of Athens.

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One of the many plates of chicken souvlaki purchased.

Next, we went to Athens for about 24 hours. We walked around and saw the original Olympic Stadium, the Acropolis, and spent the afternoon shopping and eating in Monastiraki Square. The food in Greece is SO good! In Athens I had gyros, greek yogurt (in a sort of Yogurtland-esque setting), souvlaki, lamb meatballs, baked feta cheese, and moussaka. I’m dying right now in Florence without gyros. After dinner we all went to a hookah bar to get a little taste of Athens at night. Even though we had to leave the next morning at 5 AM, my friends and I stayed out late and just took it all in. We were in Greece. It was amazing. If we never get to come back in our lifetimes, at least we can savor the moment now. And we did. I lost so much sleep in Greece, but I enjoyed every second of it.

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The famous landscape of Oia, Santorini. 

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Red Rocks Beach.

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Exploring Santorini in style.

The next day (or more like 3 hours later), we left for Santorini, the island of beautiful white buildings and churches with blue roofs, and also the island where the film Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants was filmed. That night we ate at an impeccable traditional Greek restaurant called Naoussa and went to a bar after called Highlanders. The next day, we took a tour of the island and saw a red rock beach, a black sand beach in Perissa, where we stayed to hang out on the beach, enjoy our first taste of actual sunlight since we left the states, and grab some food, and Oia, the most famous and most photographed town in Santorini. It was breathtaking, and the sunset was unlike anything I had ever seen anywhere else! We spent the last day in Santorini eating waffles at a killer place called Corner, and we rented a moped and explored the island and it’s beaches on our own.

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The view of Santorini at dusk.

The next day, after another ferry, we went back to Athens for a few hours to eat breakfast, sleep, and do last minute shopping. My bank account is currently in extremely feeble condition due to the amount of gyros and Greek jewelry I bought. After Athens, we made our way home on a 24 hour ferry. It was bittersweet, and I already miss Greece. The people there were some of the kindest, most welcoming people I’ve ever encountered in Europe. Greece’s economy may be faltering, but the place itself retains its beauty through the friendly people I’ve met that are still willing and happy as ever to share their food, culture, and knowledge with travelers like us. I’m so thankful and blessed for the experience.

CORFU:

If you’re ever in Corfu, and you’re about my age (it’s definitely a hostel for college kids), stay at the Pink Palace!!! The staff was cool, everything’s pink, and there are so many things like booze cruises, ATV rentals, Corfu Town tours, kayaks, and a beach bar and Palladium. In Corfu town, check out the Old Fortress or check out a fish spa.

ATHENS:

Obviously you’re going to have to see the Acropolis. But after that, Monastiraki Square is a really cool district with lots of shopping and delicious food. We got spanikopita (spinach pies) and greek yogurt, and there’s a store there where you can get custom-made sandals for as little as 28 euros.

SANTORINI:

My highest food recommendation for food in Santorini is Corner-a breakfast place with delicious Belgian waffles, crepes, Greek omelets, and more. For dinner go to Naoussa, a traditional Greek restaurant with extremely friendly service and even better food. During the day rent a moped and go to the beach or ride a donkey!

It’s all Greek to me:

Yasas = hello

Yamas = cheers!

Efharisto = thank you

Parakalo = you’re welcome

Gyro = the most important word in my Greek vocabulary

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Yamas to Greece. I hope to return one day.

Baci,

Rachele