One thing I learnt from the COY is that there is no better way to get people’s attention then suddenly running around, singing and dancing in a crowd of people doing nothing; because that’s exactly what we did. I have only ever been to a handful of conferences, none of them as big as the … Continue reading Between The Lines of COY12
On the morning of the 2016 US elections, I woke up to the sound of “Oh. My. God.” It was 2:30 AM EST, 7:30 AM here in Morocco. My roommate was hunched over her phone, head in her hands, repeating the words “oh my god” over and over again. She had been following the presidential … Continue reading Whether You Like It Or Not
It has been a crazy and fun week here in Morocco, as the COP 22 (Conference of the Parties) starts, all kinds of people have arrived and lots of activities have been going on. We have participated in many and have seen an amazing amount of cool and innovative things. We are all feeling inspired … Continue reading A Photographic Journey: COP22 Week One
Being in Italy was my dream come true. I personally had fallen in love with it. Filipo and Marisella (the owners of the farm where we stayed) owned about 100 acres of land. We had all of that space to roam and be free. They had dogs, a cat, horses, pigs, goats, sheep, ducks, chicken and … Continue reading Italy to Morocco: The Transition
Yesterday evening at 7:11 pm, we experienced the first of two earthquakes. We were having a pretty normal day when suddenly my dad ran into the room and asked if we had felt the earthquake. What!? There was an earthquake? I was so confused and I wondered why I had not felt it. I was … Continue reading The Earthquakes
Panting and sweaty, I try my hardest to refrain from collapsing upon the ancient marble of the Propylaea, a great marble gateway. I've climbed the steps to the Acropolis, the centre of Athens, and it's tallest point. My cheek resting on the marble stair, I look up and see the great Parthenon towering before me. I can … Continue reading History Alive
I cannot stand olives. I’ve managed to dodge them for most of my life, sticking them on my sister's plate if I was ever served them; the smell alone keeping them far from my mouth. But we are in Greece, and there is no escaping the olive here. In Athens, we were taught how much … Continue reading A Greek Standoff (of sorts)
