Author: Cassandra Goldman

  • Changing Together: Leaving a New Family

    Changing Together: Leaving a New Family

    “How has studying abroad changed me?” A hefty question if I’ve ever heard one. I have been racking my brain for a way to answer this for almost two weeks now—my roommates can attest to this. Currently, on a train back to Florence from Milan, I am thinking about how my time here is rapidly…

  • A 6 ft Hole to Mend: Death Abroad

    A 6 ft Hole to Mend: Death Abroad

    “I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine – I’m here. Is there something wrong with that?”   It’s easy to pretend that you’re in a fantasy when you’re abroad. It’s easy let communicating with your family slip and to temporarily forget. But reality is, life goes on. Your family laughs, your friends go out…and you miss…

  • The Other Train

    The Other Train

    Just back in Florence after a crazy week of a spring break, and I think I have finally earned the credentials to blog about major traveling in Europe. I’ll begin with my story: The day after St. Patrick’s Day, I eagerly packed my bags and left my apartment here in Florence for a fun-filled 10…

  • A Whole New World

    A Whole New World

    Celebrating my one-month anniversary of living in Italy! It’s weird to say that because I feel like my time here seems to have had flown and at the time it’s like I’ve been here for a year. The Italian culture has finally infiltrated my American ways, and I slowly see myself fitting in more and…

  • Home?

    Home?

    As the Italians put it, Mama Mia! What an eventful time we’ve had over here in Florence. Adjusting to the Italian life has been a surprisingly difficult process and there have already been a couple bumps in the road. Classes have begun, and it has become painfully obvious that the Italian language will not come…

  • One “Grazie” At a Time…

    One “Grazie” At a Time…

    Ciao, After almost missing the connecting flight in Paris, and being stopped and searched at customs, I finally have arrived and settled here in Florence. Four days have passed here and I’m still not convinced that I am on the European sleep schedule yet. All I know is between walking 20,000 steps a day and…

  • The Last Time

    The Last Time

    “Is this the last time I’ll see you?” This is all I’ve heard for the last month, and it seemed to be easy, until the last week arrived. Responses such as: “Yeah you’ll see me, I have a month!” and “Of course, I’ll stop by” have quickly morphed into, “Um…I guess it is” and “Well,…