Finding a way to be agents of God
In college, I spent a semester studying in Paris at L’Institut d’Etudes Politique (Sciences-Po). For a history-loving, Francophile, it was among the best 5 months of my life. I struggled with a new language (although I considered myself relatively fluent before my trip, I rapidly realized I had overestimated my ability), a new culture, new transportation and, for reasons I still can’t fathom, a complete lack of ice in beverages. My first day was spent getting lost in the streets of Montmarte looking for the hostel I planned to stay in for a week or so until I found an Read More