Sometimes, getting lost is the best thing you can do. Without a 4G-enabled phone (and, thus, Google Maps), getting around can be a bit tricky. Especially if all the street signs are in French and your French is just about as good as you imagine Christopher Walken’s is. But, it means that, along the way,
You know that feeling you get when you’re overwhelmed and you don’t quite know where to start with something because it all just seems like too much? Welcome to the Louvre. Seriously, the place is so big that I was terrified I was going to miss something. Here’s what I learned: Taking deep breaths helps.
For someone who isn’t at all a morning person, I’ve sure been doing my fair share of waking up early. And, as a result, I’ve been falling asleep everywhere. On the Chunnel, on the Metro, on the train, etc. The worst part is that it’s happened in the middle of conversations. On the train to
Know what sucks when you have a bum knee? Stairs. Know what has a whole ton of stairs? The London Underground. Suffice it to say, my injured knee does make getting around London a bit difficult. I can only walk so fast, which can be hard since Clare’s “slow” pace is pretty much my normal
I’m convinced God invented the iPhone sleep timer just for this stay in the hostel. My sleep playlist has certainly come in handy; I managed to sleep through the snoring, through the warmth, through the people coming into the room at late hours — and through my alarm. Oops-a-daisy. Clare tapped me to wake up
So, remember that grand plan of going to Wimbledon to see some tennis (and Nadal’s abs)? Yeah, that didn’t exactly happen the way we wanted it to… Before things devolved, the day started on schedule. Well, minus the fact that I’m a bit sleep-deprived because, yes, my worst nightmare has come true: we have a
Hallelujah! After a delayed flight, a lost phone and a bumpy plane ride, after 10 hours we finally arrived in London. The plane itself was a bit cramped, and my carry-on was too big to fit under the seat, so I had to straddle it the whole way, using my maxi dress to hide that
Missy Franklin always has a smile dancing at the edge of her mouth. Even when she’s just talking, she looks like she’s smiling, ready to burst out into a laugh. When she laughs — which is often — she doesn’t sound like Tinkerbell, as the name Missy might suggest. She has a hearty laugh, and
Seventy-seven-year-old “Dog” Turner already knows how he is going to die: Cal’s football team will be beating USC by 30 points at Memorial Stadium. He’ll go down. The band will play the California Fight Song, and his ashes will be shot from the cannons. For Dog, who has had a position with the team since 1969
Now that Bud Selig is finally stepping down as commissioner of Major League Baseball, he’s leaving behind a sport that is being watched less than football and even basketball. It’s time to find an innovative and forceful replacement. That would be me. First of all, it’s time a woman held the job — and a
When I tell a guy I know a lot about sports, I get the same amused look just about every time. It’s as if he’s thinking, “Nice try, sweetheart. Why don’t you run along now and paint your nails?” I hate that look, and I don’t deserve it. The first thing I purchased with my
For many college students, a Skype call to family is an hourlong respite from the work and stress of school, but for Aisha, it was a moment of shock and silence. The UC Berkeley junior, whose name has been changed to protect her family in Syria, found out via Skype that her cousin’s son had
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