Farewell, Europe!

When I returned from Prague for the second time, I dedicated my weekdays to rest and productivity. I maxed out on the work I could get done without tiring myself out too much. I really didn’t want to be stressed in Dublin and the following week. I unlocked a new coffee shop in Marylebone called WatchHouse and had the best avocado toast of my life while I worked. I’ve found that my mood improves immensely if I don’t have to walk home in the dark alone after working in a cafe all day. I got my work done for the day and was able to catch some pink clouds from my window when I got home. 

The week in London went by in a flash — I was in Dublin before I knew it. Max didn’t get to Dublin until way after me, so I had just about the whole day to explore on my own. I walked around the Temple Bar area and did a few laps around where we were staying, and then I parked myself in a pub for a few hours. My first authentic Irish Guinness did not disappoint. Everyone in the pub was so kind, a much-needed change from Londoners. Once Max arrived, we went out for one Guinness and headed to bed early so we could seize the day on Saturday. 

Our plan of going to bed early did not work. We still woke up pretty late. But we had enough time to walk around and explore the area since Max hadn’t seen any of it yet. We walked around during the day before it was time for our time slot at the Guinness storehouse. This was genuinely the most fun I had abroad, I think. We were both in such funny moods, bopping around the different floors and learning fun facts about Guinness. We got a little sample in one room and learned how to taste the beer’s different notes properly. There were big pillars that pumped out the smell of the flavours we were supposed to notice. On another floor, we got our picture taken and then somehow printed (I still don’t understand how it works) onto the foam of a pint. I perfectly split the G. Max was pretty close, but it wasn’t perfect, so his pint isn’t included in the photos. We ended our tour on the top floor, where you could view the city from all angles. 

After our tour, we met Darragh and some of his family for dinner. It was such a great time. We spent hours at our table just talking and laughing. Darragh’s family recommended a good, non-touristy bar nearby. We checked it out, but then we remembered who we were. Tourists. So, we walked on down to the Temple Bar, where we snagged a table and made friends with the staff while listening to the live music. This must be the place!

We didn’t seize the day on Sunday either. But it was okay; we explored a different area and had a big late lunch at the Little Pyg. The food was amazing. We did some shopping and explored a different area than we had the day before. On our final night, we wanted one last Guinness. The pints are smiling, but it’s not funny. I was devastated the trip was coming to an end. Of course, one last Guinness turned into two last Guinnesses when we saw the Temple Bar wasn’t super crowded. 

Sunday morning was very depressing. I said goodbye to Max at the Dublin airport, then spiraled on the flight back to London, worrying about finding time to finish my finals by Friday. During the week, I put my head down and wrote my essays. Every once in a while, I would change the scenery and go to the Marylebone Corner or Chiltern Street Deli to continue working. My bosses, Claudia and Gaurav, took me to lunch on the last day of my in-person internship. 

I’m super proud of all the work I have completed in the few months I worked at Circe. My favourite thing I worked on was my blog posts. My two favourite pieces are linked here and here

My time management during the week worked out! I finished all my papers by Thursday evening. I submitted my last final and went straight to dinner with my dorm friends for the last time. At the final Gaz’s Rockin Blues, my friends and I danced until we couldn’t anymore. I think the underground St. Moritz club will be one of the places I miss most. 

The next three weeks were full of travel. I met up with my friends in Paris for a few nights and travelled with them to Amsterdam for the rest of the week. 

After my girl’s trip, I spent the holidays with my family in London, Paris, and Barcelona. 

The last few months have been full of the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. I am incredibly proud of myself for taking this leap. Now, my time abroad is just memories that I will cherish forever. I am so very thankful for this experience. Thank you for reading!  

Move over Scarlet Letter, there is a new challenger

The Scarlet Letter

When reading the title of this post, you may ask what I am referring to. The Scarlet Letter is by far the hardest piece of literature that I have ever read. I dreaded reading it every day for my AP English class my sophomore year of high school. It was deep, dark, and just had too much wording to explain something so simple (a few sentences vs. a few pages). I thought nothing would ever top that piece of literature. That is, until I first got to Maastricht. When I first started by EU Law class, I was given a textbook and a reading list for when I needed to have certain chapter done by. I didn’t think of it much because every textbook that I have read in the past has been pretty straightforward. That is, until I started reading this particular textbook.

When first reading this textbook, I was flabbergasted at how complex EU law was and the history behind the EU. I thought US law and its processes was complex enough, but EU law was something else. That is what made the textbook so in-depth and complicated. I would spend hours sometimes just reading a chapter and it did not help that I had to read two chapters (ranging from 80-100 pages) a week. This actually had an impact on my schedule, particularly with the gym and frisbee practice. I had to skip most of my sessions just to finish reading these chapters. The note taking was not far behind. Every time I would take notes, I would get excited to turn a page only to dread when it was my notebook page and not a page in the book. I would be up until at least 1 am finishing the chapter depending on how much I procrastinated, or just took a break because that book exhausted me. I needed a lot of Starbucks to help me finish certain chapters of the book (the store nearby sold cartons of Iced Carmel Macchiatos).

Despite how tough the readings were, they helped out a lot and I was able to do very well on my midterm exam. After the exam, I thought the amount of reading I had to do would die down; I was so wrong. For the next 3 weeks, it was two chapters a class for two days a week. In addition, the second half of the class was all cases and application of what we learned in the first part to the second part of the class. In other words, the readings were longer and more complex, so that means more note taking and longer periods of time to finish the chapters. This part of the class was one of the hardest stretches of schooling that I have ever had. I had to put all of the non-schooling aspects of my life beside just to focus on the readings and to finish them on time. This included restructuring my gym plan and having to do full body workouts any time I could go to the gym (about two times a week during this stretch). It was a tough crunch, but I was able to make it work. However, at the end of every week, I was exhausted, too exhausted to even go out and let off some steam. I needed sleep, and because I only averaged about 5 hours every day, I often went to bed early on the weekends.

I just recently finished the textbook and I was overjoyed. The pain and stress were over. I was able to learn a great deal from it and now I have knowledge on the inter-mechanisms of the EU. Anyway, is this book my hardest read ever? Yes it is. Sorry Scarlet Letter, but there is a new holder of the hardest piece of literature I have ever read.