The grandpa at Starbucks happily announced for everyone who was wondering,“¡Es americana!” (“She’s American!”).
But when I arrived at my new home I was met with a much different type of Paris than the liberal, trendy one in my mind.
I wake up Saturday morning after a relaxed Friday night of tortilla espanola and sangria with friends and realize I have exactly 0 things that need to be done for the day.
The whole point of the activity was that you had to ask Chinese people for directions and had to use public transportation at least once.
There’s something about the Mayan ruins of Caracol—located in southwestern Belize—that seems to exude a sense of profound awareness.
When I was a junior in high school my family spent a year living in Oxford, England. I went to an international boarding school where most of the other students were wealthy jet-setters;
This month, The 195 teamed up with Northwestern University Radio Drama, a weekly storytelling show on WNUR 89.3, for a live performance of stories from our contributors, past and present.
This podcast features a story by Beau Garret, a contributor in Chile during summer 2010.
In a place where civilians are subject to military rule and forced to live under two separate laws, it is the residents and the soldiers themselves who bear the clearest markings of occupation.