Paris, France

When I was ten, I presented a speech to my class on Impressionist painter Claude Monet, obviously. I had a book about him and for some reason, being a terribly sentimental kid, was very moved by his story (the part about how he kept painting through blindness; I was a little too young to comprehend… Continue reading Paris, France

Havana, Cuba

Our day in Havana began in the way that most days begin, in the regular touristic sense, with being picked up from our resort in Varadero by a french tour bus, then subsequently spending two hours learning all about a country in a language of which we spoke practically none. While soaking in the rich… Continue reading Havana, Cuba