More than just tulips and windmills: Musings from my time in the Netherlands
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Six months ago, I found myself in a cold country, surrounded by some of the warmest people and stroopwafels I’ve ever met in my life.
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Making the most out of 48 short hours in Amsterdam
Seeing that my study abroad program was in the U.K., I was very excited for the opportunity to explore other parts of Europe. Here’s a look at what I did during my 48-hour stay in Amsterdam!
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Five stories of lovers on the road in Europe: What do we see when we see love?
The few people on board included a young couple sitting across the aisle from me. They were whispering in a language that I failed to identify.
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Literary legends: Magical bookshops around the world
This list certainly doesn’t capture all the amazing bookstores around the world, so we encourage you to make a list of your own findings, too.
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A day at Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam: 17th-century Dutch master painters
It is the lack of formality that makes us traverse through time and become personally touched by sacred moments of love and commitment from 400 years ago.
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The beginner’s guide to Berkeley street art
Street art has a paramount role in the history and culture of Berkeley. Once disregarded as mere vandalism, street art is now a prestigious field of art.
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Why I don’t smoke weed
I walked in. The shabby decor contrasted with neon figurines of aliens and bongs mounted over the walls. This wasn’t my scene.
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Amsterdam and Paris: a tale of two cities
The first thing I noticed about Amsterdam was that our cab was a Tesla. Your taxi’s make and model aren’t things you think about, like, ever. But when your first experience in a new place involves a (pretty attractive) driver in a suave gray suit and tie whisking you away to your
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Seeking the voices of the past
Last year while studying abroad, I met an elderly man in Amsterdam named Rolf. He and his wife, who have both since died, were Holocaust survivors. I mentioned to him that I was staying near the apartment where Anne Frank had been hidden.
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Cycling through barriers
Tales of Two Cities
On Monday night, I stood in Downtown San Francisco, staring at Violetta. My heart swelled with sadness over her broken state. All I wanted was to find out who did this to her and make that person pay. Violetta is the name of my violet bike (also, my gray backpack
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