​Came across a quote that I really liked in an article I read at work today. 

"These are by no means perfect people. Rather, they’re flawed people whose personal circumstances served as a match to light the kindling of talent." Pierluigi Serraino 


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So I started my internship on Monday and I've already been assigned to do some pretty cool things. As a PR firm with some big name clients, it's been great to see stuff that I've been working on already in the media. Yesterday, I was asked to do some research for one of our clients, AirBnB. I had to find AirBnB hosts with famous instagram accounts, which sounds easier than it actually was. Suprisingly there aren't many hosts who have their own instagram accounts for their BnB's. After doing a whole bunch of instagram stalking, I was able to compile a list of some cool locations. Not expecting much to come from my work yesterday, I was surprised by an email this morning with a link to W magazine's website. The link was of an article that was written using the instagrams that I sent in. SO COOL! Also I had another assignment yesterday that was pretty fun. Part of our website has an "intelligence" page, which is basically a blog for employees to post about cool places that they've gone to in the city. I was asked to go to a mustard shop over on Broadway, which turned out to be a lot cooler than it sounded. Not only did it have these awesome mustard taps behind a bar, but I was even allowed to sample all of the unique mustards in the store. After eating my weight in mustard and snapping a few pictures of the boutique, I went back to the office to write my blog post about it (after getting lost trying to find the subway back downtown twice). I also got to try out Whole Foods for the first time, and unfortunately for my bank account, it did not disappoint. Today I'm going to try out a cool SoHo restaurant I found on one of the million food instagrams I follow. I'm thinking of either "Spaghetti Incident," because I'm missing Italy big time and the takeout spaghetti is served in a cone, or Chobani SoHo, because I need to get back on my diet that I've kind of been blowing off the past two weeks...pics to come. 

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​So classic me decided to wait until the day before my last final to make a blog. Since my memory of the semester is as good as it will ever be, I guess I'll just do a synopsis of it now. 

I flew out of Newark airport with my roommates, Dana and Tory, on January 5th, 2016 and arrived in Florence the next morning after a layover in Paris. The travel was anything but smooth. First I was questioned at security for having "bomb tracings" on my bag. You can't make this stuff up. Then we landed in Paris with a little more than an hour to get to our connecting flight's terminal but of course we took the air train to the terminal to find out that it was closed because of an unclaimed sketchy looking bag. After getting yelled at in French for about 15 minutes we finally figured out where to go, but when we got there we were greeted by a tremendous customs line. And then another one. Once we finally jumped through all of these hoops we had about 10 minutes until our plane was supposed to stop boarding. Naturally our gate was the last one in the terminal, so we sprinted there for about 10 minutes before arriving and finding out that the plane wasn't even there yet. I thought my luck had turned around when I had an aisle seat, but instead a woman with a pea sized bladder was next to me, and got up to use the bathroom 3 times within the first 30 minutes of the flight. At least the look I gave her for the third bathroom trip got her to offer me her seat. About two hours later we finally make it to Florence, where my luggage was nowhere to found. At this point I wasn't even surprised anymore. I wasted 30 minutes in line at baggage claim to report my missing suitcase, which took all of three minutes once I finally got to the front, and was told it was still in Paris. Perfect. After dealing with that fun, we found the staff from our program and were told that none of us were in the same apartment. Classic. They still put us all in the cab which took us to our alleged different apartments together though, and once we arrived at the apartment building we found out that we were in fact roommates. So long story short, a day that should have been easy enough was ruined by idiots in three different countries. 

Luckily my abroad experience only went up from there. I became closer with friends that I already had, like Lauren, Ryan, Molly, Arissa, Eric, Sian and Kelly, and made lots of new friends like the Kappa girls, the DTD guys, the Lambda guys (kind of?), Catherine, Meg, and Gracie. I made it to 13 different countries (Italy, Switzerland, Czech Republic, Germany, the Netherlands, France, Spain, Hungary, Vienna, England, Croatia, Slovenia, Ireland) and about a billion different cities: (Pisa, Chianti, Venice, Rome, Cinque Terre, Interlaken, Bern, Prague, Berlin, Amsterdam, Paris, Versaille, Barcelona, Budapest, Vienna, Salzburg, London, Split, Ljubljana, Dublin and Munich). Of course the entire semester was one big jumble of savagery which included underwear models, locals, FFF, Space, Red Garter, BHC, Pinos, MWXC, falling asleep at the bar and eating my weight in every country I visited. I might have come out of Italy with a liver problem and a larger pant size, but I wouldn't do anything differently. Except for change my class schedule. Because that shit sucked. I take my last final in Italian tomorrow and the plan of the day is to eat the last Pino's sandwich on the menu that I haven't tried yet (#26), make the Italian exam my bitch, day drink at beer house, go to the farewell reception lit, get dinner at dantes with the plump jug squad, do a bar crawl, go to full up, and then watch the sunrise with everyone at Piazzale Michelangelo. Pretty subpar way to end this boring semester. Most of my friends are leaving Saturday morning, which is when my parents get here. We're doing 3 days in Florence, 4 in Amafi, and 2 days in Rome, and then I return to the homeland 21 and ready to get my drink on!! Until I start work 2 weeks later and slave away until senior year... :) 

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