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Thanksgiving break

While most of students here went back home for Thanksgiving break, some of my friends and I just stayed on campus. I was planning to go to New York City or Boston to meet up my friends, but it just…didn’t happen.

It is pretty convenient to go to Boston or NYC. Colby Students usually take Concord Coach line to Portland Airport, Boston, or any places in Maine. It is around $40 to get to Boston.

Staying on campus for Thanksgiving wasn’t a really bad idea. On the thanksgiving day, my friend, Sohee and I went to our host family’s home for thanksgiving. There were two other families joining us. In total, there were around 14 people. We played card games and had tons of games. Haha, we had two types of turkey: Roasted Turkey, and Fried Turkey. The food was amazing! 

 

I am extremely thankful for the Host family that Colby College arranged. I feel loved and cared. My host family really treats me as part of their family, which makes my Colby experience more meaningful and blessed. On that thanksgiving day, I shout out for my host family, for always supporting me in every way. 

 

 

About Stephanie

I am a freshman at Colby College, originally from Hong Kong. For the last two years of high school, I studied at Li Po Chun United World College (LPCUWC). I am very interested in economics and economic policy. Presumably, it will be my major. Living in a business hub since I was born, I am always very curious about how international and local businesses find opportunities in a tiny city. Music is very important in my life, too. I have been playing piano since I was four and I also play the clarinet. I wish to learn Jazz piano at Colby and the professors here are amazing.
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23 days to go~~~Hong Kong!!!

The closing of spring selection course and Jan Plan course indicates that this semester is going to end very soon. Even though I feel like I have come to Colby for more than half a year, I still can’t believe I’m done with one semester!! And there are 7 more to go~~~

Not that I don’t like Colby, but I really do miss home. I miss my friends, I miss asian food, I miss the busy streets and shopping malls in Hong Kong. I literally have a list of food and places that I want to eat and go when I go back to Hong Kong. As many of you might not know, there was a huge protest in Hong Kong since August. People are fighting for a real universal suffrage, in which the candidates should not be filtered by the Beijing Government. The tension between Government and citizens in Hong Kong is unprecedentedly high.

I wonder how Hong Kong looks like now, I wonder how Hong Kong has changed in these 3 months. I wonder if I still keep the same feeling towards my hometown when I go back.

Here are some photos of my beautiful city: HONG KONG.

Some information:

The size of Hong Kong is 426 square miles while the size of Maine is 35385 square miles. However, the population is 7.188 million in Hong Kong while the population in Maine is 1.3258 million. Such a contrast!! Maine is around 8 times bigger than Hong Kong, but the population size is 5 times smaller than Hong Kong. Ohh, my city~~ so populated.

But I still miss Hong Kong.

About Stephanie

I am a freshman at Colby College, originally from Hong Kong. For the last two years of high school, I studied at Li Po Chun United World College (LPCUWC). I am very interested in economics and economic policy. Presumably, it will be my major. Living in a business hub since I was born, I am always very curious about how international and local businesses find opportunities in a tiny city. Music is very important in my life, too. I have been playing piano since I was four and I also play the clarinet. I wish to learn Jazz piano at Colby and the professors here are amazing.
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Countless blessing:)

I love receiving emails from the post office, because I know I am going to receive a gift (I treat the package as a gift :) )

There are 2 post offices in Colby College. One is Cotter Union and another one is Eustis. Large package or packages that require signatures will go to Eustis while your books or your clothes you ordered online will probably go to Cotter Union. Last week, I received 2 emails simultaneously, both are from Eustis Post Office.  I am extremely happy, because I knew it would be a big one. I know one of them is my Iphone, and I was guessing the other one would be my package from my family. However, not until I tried to open the package did I realize it wasn’t from my family but my friends.

It is a huge surprise to me, because I really didn’t expect my friends in Hong Kong will send package. They will always say “I’m gonna send you a lot of stuff.” But actually no one really did it, because it’s annoying to send packages overseas. Therefore, I never have any expectations. As you can see from the photos, they spent me tons of snacks from Hong Kong, a scarf, and even a small doll!!! It is my birthday present from them <3 So impressed and unexpected!! Also, on the same day, I checked my mail box and I saw the birthday card that my family sent me.

While I’m away from home 12,489 km (7760 miles), I still feel the love from home. What can I ask for more?

35 days to go~ I’m coming back!!

About Stephanie

I am a freshman at Colby College, originally from Hong Kong. For the last two years of high school, I studied at Li Po Chun United World College (LPCUWC). I am very interested in economics and economic policy. Presumably, it will be my major. Living in a business hub since I was born, I am always very curious about how international and local businesses find opportunities in a tiny city. Music is very important in my life, too. I have been playing piano since I was four and I also play the clarinet. I wish to learn Jazz piano at Colby and the professors here are amazing.
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International Food Festival

Isn’t it great to have a taste of different food from different countries? Yesterday, which is a Sunday, we had International Food Festival presented by the International Club in Foss Dining Hall from 12pm to 2pm.

Curry Fish balls

Everyone was very busy with cooking since Friday. For my Hong Kong group, we bought ingredients in Portland, and we started cooking on Saturday afternoon. We reheated the food and prepared the fishball and Hong Kong style egg waffles on Sunday morning. You wouldn’t believe it! The Pugh kitchen was populated by 4 different cultural groups on Sunday morning. Anyways, we still manage to present pork (chasiu), hong kong style waffles, and fishball to the students and faculty members.

Chinese Hotpot!International Food Festival

As you can see from the photo, Foss Dining Hall was super crowded. Great food were gone in a second. The Hong Kong style pork were gone in 30 minutes and our fishballs were very popular as well. The outlet near our table was not working, so we can’t make any waffles in the beginning. We started serving people at around 1:30pm.

 

Onigiri (おにぎり)

Since I was serving the students and faculty members for the whole time, I didn’t have chance to try other groups’ food. I only tried the Japanese’s Onigiri. They are right next to us so I can grab one haha!!! It is extremely delicious and I wish I could have one more!

When I was making the egg waffles in Pugh Kitchen, Dalia, a student from Jordan, was baking. I was watching her for the entire process but I didn’t even have a chance to try her food :(

The International Food Festival was so successful, and it really makes me proud of my identity as a Hongkonger/Hongkongese. I am definitely gonna join next year! <3

About Stephanie

I am a freshman at Colby College, originally from Hong Kong. For the last two years of high school, I studied at Li Po Chun United World College (LPCUWC). I am very interested in economics and economic policy. Presumably, it will be my major. Living in a business hub since I was born, I am always very curious about how international and local businesses find opportunities in a tiny city. Music is very important in my life, too. I have been playing piano since I was four and I also play the clarinet. I wish to learn Jazz piano at Colby and the professors here are amazing.
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Nice break: Millet House

Weekends are never boring. Weekends are nice breaks. Weekends motivate me to work more during the school days.

This week, I joined the Asian Students Association Retreat. We went to Millet House, which is around 10 minutes walk away from the main campus. As you can see from the picture, it is not a huge one, but definitely it is a place where we can hangout, chill, and meet new people.

 

Though the school said that the international student:domestic student ratio is high here, as a current international student here in Colby, I can tell you that there isn’t a big population of international students. However, also because of that, we are very close to each other, and we are also very proud of being an international student here. We discussed the history of Asian Student Association, Racism, stereotypes, community building, etc. Coming from a UWC, I find these topics very familiar. However, what makes me more involved in this discussion is the stronger sense of identity as an Asian in Colby. When I was in Li Po Chun UWC, I wasn’t the minority. There were around 40% of students from HK, and for international students (those who are not from HK), we have a nearly equal population of students coming from different continents. When I came to Colby, I became part of the minority. Facing more Caucasian, I feel like my identity as an Asian, as a HongKonger is so much stronger, especially when I see the cultural differences. Not only did I meet new friends in this retreat, but I also feel ‘home’ when I met people who share similar views and values. Amazing trip!

About Stephanie

I am a freshman at Colby College, originally from Hong Kong. For the last two years of high school, I studied at Li Po Chun United World College (LPCUWC). I am very interested in economics and economic policy. Presumably, it will be my major. Living in a business hub since I was born, I am always very curious about how international and local businesses find opportunities in a tiny city. Music is very important in my life, too. I have been playing piano since I was four and I also play the clarinet. I wish to learn Jazz piano at Colby and the professors here are amazing.
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An Oak Fellow Lecture

There are many cliché phrases about college and this is one of them: “I wish I had attended more lectures when I was still in school.” And like many cliché conversations about clichés, it happens to be true. While I heard this phrase from someone who’s son went somewhere long before I came to school, I unfortunately forgot it until the other night. My girlfriend’s professor had said it to her in class, and as I was not planning on going to a lecture, but instead to pub night, my girlfriend used the phrase convincingly enough that I realized she was right.

While I may have gone a bit begrudgingly, like many things in life, once I heard the talk, I was glad I went. The speaker was a lady from Uganda named Clare Byarugaba. Her speech, which follows from her line of work was Combating Homophobia: The Struggle Against Uganda’s Anti-Gay Law. During her talk, she discussed what it is like to be LGBT in Uganda and how homophobia has become an institutionalized aspect of Uganda itself. Her story was pretty incredible. Besides facing discrimination for being homosexual, she has faced scrutiny, violence and outright rejection.

However, she is now at Colby as the 2014 Oak Fellow for Human Rights, so the attendees of her talk were able to hear her story. Each year, Colby has one person who is doing unbelievable good in the world for human rights and this year, Clare was named the fellow. The Oak Fellow teaches, gives talks and does research during his or her time at Colby. And luckily, I got to see Clare talk about her story and the work she is doing. I’m happy I didn’t pass up the chance to see her speak.

About Jeb Waters

I'm a philosophy major and administrative science minor from Hancock, Maine. I play on the varsity lacrosse team, am the director of operations of the student-run investment fund Mayflower Hill Capital, and I run the school's satire paper. This summer, I worked in business development for my family's artisan jam company, Blueberet.
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I didn’t choose the co-op life, the co-op life chose me

I live in the Marylow co-op, a happy little island in the ocean of, well,  other happy islands (?). This analogy is really falling apart.

Marylow is a Colby dorm that is a little removed from the buzz of the academic buildings, but still close to important places such as Dana (f00d), Foss (food), the Marylow coffee house(food and chill and performances), Runnals (performances), and Cotter Union (food and chill; occasional entertainment). In the big happy family of Marylow, there is a small wing where students like me live the to-op lifestyle.

Co-op is the option that we do not want to meal plans offered by Colby (3 meals a day in the dinning halls), and instead opt to take the 2000 cash and cook for ourselves. Of course, if you are paying tuition that is more than 2000 dollars, then the school just deduct the total tuition that you need to pay. I am in co-op mostly because I never go for the three meals in the dining halls, and it is just a lot cheaper to cook for myself. Some people do it due to dietary restrictions. As a foodie who grew up in Hong Kong, I will eat anything delicious. Once I had turtle soup, and I eat snakes every winter back at home. So, the dietary thing  is clearly not applicable to me.

I really enjoy the co-op, mostly because of the community. The kitchen can be a social hub, and you definitely know everyone who lives around you; you will be bumping into each other constantly. There are many international students living there, so it is pretty cool to know what people in different cultures eat. Food is the glue to relationships, and there is nothing more beautiful than sharing a meal with friends, or making friends by sharing meals. There is just something about making food together that bonds people; it has the same effect of going to a battle together and less death and blood and gore. I mean, the last part probably depends on what you are cooking.

Of course there are also downsides. The kitchen is not the cleanest place you will find on Earth, and much of the appliances are fairly dated (wink wink, Colby, wink wink). The students in the co-op do a very good job in cleaning up the place, but there are instances where a pot with congealed mystery goo is left sitting in the counter for weeks before someone has the courage to clean it. There is also this beautiful tradition of passing utensils and appliances from generation of Colby students to the next. Whenever you visit co-op and pick up a fork, remember that it embodies many good times of ghosts of Colby past; it puts a smile to my face.

Here are some pictures of my friends Jasmine and me cooking. We had a jolly good time.

Skillfully cutting up kale.

Jasmine taking a picture with kale.

Attempting to take a selfie with Jasmine and kale. If you haven’t noticed, we really like kale.

Steamed egg with shrimp and chousum (it’s a vegetable that Chinese eat more often than Americans), and rice.

 

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A Sad Post with a Happy Ending.

This post starts out sad (angry? angsty?) but it ends happy. Bear with me.

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It had been a difficult few months. I felt so exhausted at times, that I would like to just curl up like a cat, or ride into the sunset on a horse. In the second scenario, I would prefer to have a stalk of wheat in my mouth, and a pair of old blue jeans.

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It is very easy to pretend that life is going all right. You just have to put on a smile and talk to people, in a kinda sorta witty way. I like to think that even though I can blend in quite well with normal people when times call for it. Much like the Docotr, but in a way less intelligent, interesting way. I mean, not everyone’s lives can be filled with time travel and aliens and awesomely fun yet deep plot lines.

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If addicted to Doctor Who is wrong, I do not want to be right.

P.S.: Sorry for a really bad attempt of drawing Matt Smith.

Sometimes I get so scared to make new friends. New friendships are delicate, and nurturing one is much like that exercise where you need to carry around an egg for a week. It is delicate and weak, so easily broken by words and glances and shyness, and the cruelest of all, other people. At times when you are already down and weary, it seem impossible for me to keep up. So I keep things light and fluffy, talking about cat gifs and food.

Sometimes I miss my family, my old friends.

I have been on the road a lot, and it is something that makes me fairly proud. I like to think of myself as independent, strong, able to face the world, able to face myself, able to make right choices and hopefully, able to help others. “Not all those who wander are lost.” I know there are relatives that think that I am lost. Gone. I like to think that I am making mistakes and learning. You know, like when you are a kid, and you know that you should not ride the bike down a slope, but you did it anyway because you think you have a off change of flying into the moon, and hurt your ankle, but you are kind of glad you did it. Or in my case, how I ventured into anime and fantasy novels and Doctor Who; I know I would probably study more but these imaged worlds are too beautiful. I like to think of myself as having side adventures rather than lost.

But sometimes I get caught off guard, life snarls and slither in the corner and attack you when you are hiking. you get bitten, and you feel dizzy and have to sit for a while.

A friend of mine from middle school decided to walk off a platform, into a train. It happened in late March, but I still feel the heaviness in my heart. It is haunting to look through the photos, and see her smiling back at me, so happy, so innocent. We were friends back then, and frankly we hardly talked after we were 16, because life happened. I remembered that she had that perfect Christian school British accent, and that she was the one making decisions. She was a perfect, a much better student than I ever was.

My mind keep on playing her last moments like a silent movie, every moment magnified. How she walked up to the station, and the breeze made her hair dance. The people around her walked fast, but she was slow in pace, patting the last will tucked in her pocket. A step and another, she stood on the yellow line that painted near the gap. She might have muttered apologies, under her breath, to her parents. Her tears running down her cheeks, like pearls running loose, but no one could see because she was looking at her feet. How the light from the approaching train grew brighter, and she took that leap. How softly she fell.

I stayed up nights, when my mind rimmed these down my throat, like that scene from Clockwork Orange. I feel so stupid, that I know I have people who love me and care for me and there is work and finals and I should probably call my parents.

But that scene expand like a ballon, a hot air ballon, a zeppelin. Slowly it explodes and the smell of burnt past feel the air, until there is nothing but tongue of flame, sea of smoke. I know it is silly, and there are so many big problems out there that is bigger than my little problem, but that did not make it less scary, or less painful.

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Maybe I was just lonely.

Then one day, I sat up during the night, and I took a walk. In Copenhagen at night. Nyhavn,  where all the postcard photos were taken, is a magically place. There is something in the wind, maybe, or in the glittering water, or the swaying boats. The streetlights, the colorful houses. I started smiling, a small but quite genuine smile. Not the dime-a-dozen kind. I could felt my eye corners winkle (which might cause problems, namely crow’s feet, in my 40s), and I giggled. Then I teared up a little. I sat on the edge of the canal, cried and laughed. Much like a crazy person (sorry, good people of Copenhagen for being weird). I could feel the stone in my heart fidgeting uncomfortably. I walked back home and ate pasta. I slept.

Things gotten better. I talked to my professors who were simply the best. This month,  I started working for a really great professor who is beyond awesome. Also, the turbulence around that revealed the best in people. When the silent movie play in my head, I am there, and I tell her that she could see the greatness in people. I tell her that I miss her. I tell her that things are going to be fine.

The heroic mom who talked down the Woolwich, so calm and strong even when it was so dangerous. She taught me courage is to think logically and selflessly in bad times.

The people in Boston who stand strong even after such a traumatic event. They taught me to face difficult times with a smile, that a tiny pinch of humor can make a world of difference.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/summeranne/30-inspiring-portraits-of-the-people-of-boston

The students who fought for the first ever integrated prom in Wilcox, and won. They taught me that if something’s worth fighting for, I need to take charge, despite traditions, barriers. What is old is not always true.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/maxblau/the-fight-for-wilcox-countys-first-integrated-prom

All these bits and pieces washes over me like the warm bubbles of a hot tub, and my heart feels like it is illuminated by fireflies. Yes, I still feel down at times, and there are tears and laughters, but I know that I will be okay.

You know what, we are fantastic. I can definitely go through my little, tiny problems, we can all go through our problems because we are great.

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Thank you for your greatness, (insert your name).

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Irish Shenanigans

Spring break has officially begun! My first stop: Ireland.

My friend and I packed our carry-ons and headed to the airport at 5:30 am.  When you’re traveling on a student budget, you buy the cheapest flight possible–even if that means flying with the joy that is Ryan Air at absurd times in the morning.

When we left London, it was snowing, but when we arrived in Dublin an hour later, the sun was shining and the streets were much less crowded that we were used to. We spent the afternoon wandering around the city, before crashing early.  The next day was the start of our real adventure: a 3-day Ireland bus tour.

After a slight fiasco with finding the bus the next morning, we headed on the road, cameras at the ready.  Our tour guide was fantastic, filling us in on the local history of each area we went to. Our first stop was Cork, where we had lunch and explored Blarney Castle. I even kissed the famous Blarney Stone, which is said to give you the “gift of the gab.”  We headed to Killarney after Cork, where my friend and I took a horse and buggy around the National Park that boarded the town.  After spending the night hanging out with the locals, we got an early start on the road the next morning.  We spent our day in the adorable coastal town of Dingle, which reminded me a lot of the small coastal towns in Maine. After Dingle, we headed down to Ennis, where we spent our second night. Our last day consisted of the stunning Cliffs of Moher, the town of Galway for lunch, and the Burren, a vast lunar landscape-esque expanse.  Words can’t do any of these places justice, so I shall let my pictures speak for me.

Blarney Castle–where I kissed the Blarney Stone!

Taking a drive through the Killarney National Park.

Stunning views from our horse and buggy ride!

I touched the Atlantic Ocean… and felt a bit closer to home!

The tiny town of Dingle! Home of the best ice cream ever.

Breathtaking cliffs. See the cave? That’s the one in the Harry Potter movie!

This is the Burren… Apparently NASA has used it as a training location!

We arrived back in London on Sunday night. My friend and I flew back to London on Tuesday, so we spend Monday exploring the city. We spent four hours at the Guinness Factory (of course!), and then spent some time discovering the Book of Kells at Trinity College. After that, we headed over to St. Patrick’s Cathedral for Evensong before heading to the pub to find some traditional Irish music.

Tuesday morning on our way back to London, my friend and I both realized we had left a little bit of our hearts in Ireland. There was just something about that place!

Next stop: Marseille, France!

Until next time, Morgan

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My Walking Diaries

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Wow! I am in Denmark! Can you believe it? No? Me neither! I am so excited I could scream! You know what I am already shouting in my head! AHHHHH!

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So, I hope this gives you an idea about how ecstatic I am.

I love walking. I have always loved walking. Everywhere I went, I walk. Sometimes I go with a map; sometimes I just let my feet wander. There’s a certain charm about taking a stroll that no bus tour or ferry ride can replace; except maybe a trademark Copenhagen bike ride around the city. I chose walking since I aspire not to harm any innocent pedestrian with my truly “superior” cruising skills.

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The first day in Copenhagen, I got hopelessly, wonderfully lost. I didn’t just string the words together because they sound cool. I really was hopelessly lost, I was trying to find the train station, and after walking for 45 minutes, I realized that I was walking in a circle, and back to my original spot; it really was wonderful, because the only way to know a city’s beauty is to stroll her secret alleys, her cobblestone roads, her little coffee shops. It’s almost like an awkward first date. I fell in love after hearing about Copenhagen from my advisor. In a pathetic attempt to understand her better, I turned to the Internet and friends, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I was charmed and mesmerized, my eyes filled with her lights and stars. I made a fool out of myself by turning into all the wrong streets and corners, making shy eye contacts and timid conversations with strangers, but the fear and worries were soft and clouded by a warm, fuzzy feeling. It was magical.

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famous postcard view.

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Rundetårn, the famous Round Tower, which is the oldest functioning observatory in Europe. It is special that it is attached to a church, showing the combination of science and faith in the Renaissance period.

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Apparently danishes are not called danishes in Denmark; it is called wienerbrød. By the way, this is not a danish but a cinnamon roll. Danishes here were amazing though.

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The Thai food here is AMAZING. Good ol’ comfort food for me.

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The Thai royal family with the Denmark royal family.

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beautiful fountains.

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Scientology; I wonder how it is received in Europe?

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Okay, I still can’t get over how pretty these colorful houses are; they are like those doll houses in storybooks! I wish I am a giant so that I can play with them!

The second time I roamed around, the city was even more beautiful, and this time we knew each other a little better. Just like any beautiful person, Copenhagen captivated you with even the smallest things; there were surprises everywhere. In the middle of the street, amidst busy Danes striding by, a musician played the violin. A man, carrying his guitar, hesitated and stopped, drunk in the swirling melody; he shook the musician’s hands after the performance and they shared a lovely conversation. I may not speak Danish, but that excited look on both men’s faces, as if they had found a long lost friend, spoke louder than any text that told me Danes are stereotypically cold.

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With music as their matchmaker, they turn from strangers to friends.

Another walk along the street during the day, a young guy approached and started a conversation …  in Chinese. I was so shocked that for a moment, I forgot that I spoke Chinese too; I just kind of stare back at him as he asked me questions with a keen smile. We talked and talked and we part ways. He somehow made me felt so very at home.

One time, I timidly asked a stern old lady for directions, prepared to be ignored; she immediately broke into a smile, lightening up her face like a ray of sunshine on a gray day. I couldn’t stop smiling myself.

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My heart is blooming. (Okay I am a hopeless romantic.)

It is very easy to feel like the outsider when studying abroad. You look different, you act different, and you talk different. A lot of times we just feel like sticking to the people we know and stay in our cozy little bubble. My advice is to think of the new place as someone you always wanted to get to know (I mean, if you are studying there you obviously are at least a little interested in her). For me that’s Amy Poehler. Get to know her work, read books about her, and talk to other people who have met her. Yes, it would be scary to approach her, but just imagine how great it would be to finally interact with her and bask in her endless awesomeness. I am screaming internally as I think about that; get psyched!

Don’t despair if you are not as outgoing as others, or as social as others; everyone has their own way to adjust to new surroundings, so just be yourself, and find people who like you as you are. Take your time to adjust, and then just walk out the doors and get lost!  (well, bring your GPS smart phone thingy. Or a map. Or a local phrase book with the sentences, “Where am I?” “How do I get back home.” Write down the address of where you are staying. Just… don’t turn off your brain.) Immerse yourself, take some risks, be safe but not too safe; life is short.

Yesterday when I was walking around, it suddenly dawned on me that I recognize that hot dog stand near my dorm. I can see, in my mind, Copenhagen and all her secret alleys, her cobblestone streets, her little coffee shops.

And that was the moment I felt my connection to the city. That was the moment Copenhagen starts becoming home.

P.S.: If you want a postcard, send me an email with your name and address and I will send my love and kisses from Copenhagen. If you are up to it, I can do a postcard chain, where I will send someone else’s name and address and you send them a postcard too. What do you think?

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Pretty, pretty please? My email is liang.is.my.lastname@gmail.com

P.P.S.: Next time on Josephine’s blog: what the hell am I doing in Denmark except getting lost? Stay tuned.

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