This week was my crazy week. I had papers and creative writing portfolios due. Now I have a calm week before finals and then the semester is over. How did the semester go by so fast? What do you mean I only have two weeks left? It has come as a bit of a shock, but I'm not freaking out the way I was at the end of last semester when I was preparing to leave Spain, because while I'll be very sad to say goodbye to my housemates, :( at least I'm not leaving England. I'll be here (or in Europe) until Aug. 11.

The Greek Orthodox Easter is very different from the Western Catholic Easter celebrations. There are some similarities, like the selling of chocolate-shaped bunnies and the dying of hard boiled eggs, but when you break it down there are far more differences.

This is a story I wrote in my Writing From the Self course. Since it is a true account of something that happened to me this past February in Bath, I thought it would be something to post here in the blog.

Even though I have been in Copenhagen for nearly four months and feel very much at home here, I'm getting to learn the city all over again now that the weather is gorgeous. Everywhere I go people are sprawled out sunbathing in parks, most of which I had never even realized existed. The sun rises around 5 a.m. (or so I hear, you can be quite sure I have yet to experience this firsthand), and it's light until at least 9 p.m. Instead of hurrying around or avoiding the wind and rain of the outdoors, we now walk around all the streets with shops, sit outside cafes, and barbecue.

So today is officially my last day a Roma... my last day in Rome. Which means that this semester is over and summer vacation has begun. And that I am actually leaving Europe tomorrow to return to the (good ol') US of A. What a strange and wonderful/disconcerting concept. But, as they say, tempus fugit.