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I cannot remember all the restaurants I’ve dined at while abroad, but there is one lunch experience during my time in Budapest, Hungary that I do remember quite vividly. A group of my choir friends and I took the train to the Central Market Hall for some shopping. We split up, girls with girls and boys with boys. I trailed around with my friends for about an hour, looking at all the trinkets and wishing I had exchanged some money to Hungarian forints. After a while, we wandered around the food market, taking care to gawk at the various animal heads that hung from the stalls. We rounded a corner and saw my boyfriend, just wandering on his own. We stopped him and asked where the rest of the guys went. It turns out they all decided to go to Burger King for lunch. It was a proud moment for me when I learned Boyfriend had abstained from this abhorrent act, and had decided to stay behind and wander the market. +10 points, Boyfriend. We met up with the rest of the group and gave them a m...

When I was in high school, my friend and I filmed these short YouTube videos we creatively named The Brianna and Hannah Show. Basically, we obnoxiously discussed various topics in our lives for about 5 minutes and would end with a freestyle rap of some sort. Note: I use the term “freestyle rap” very, very loosely. During our choir trip to Europe, we decided that we needed to film a special episode while in Italy. We chose St. Mark’s Square in Venice to be the backdrop of our shenanigans. With our dear friend, Katie, behind the camera, we opened with the topic of Italian men. We assumed we’d be able to catch one on camera and possibly strike up a conversation. We spent about a whole minute of film time searching for some Italian Stallion to focus in on. Nope. Only tourists. Mediocre-looking ones at that. So then we moved on to talk about some interesting facts we had learned about a building in St. Mark’s Square. The whole video is probably only 6 minutes long. We closed with our...

When I travel, one of my top priorities is to find local bakeries. My sister and I have even done a few self-designed tours hopping around to different bakeries and places with great dessert. Almond croissants are my absolute favorite treats to find, but I am open to other goodies as well. I don’t hate. Thus brings me to the story of the mysterious disappearing bakery. It was just another day hanging out in the Chinatown of Sydney, New South Wales before my voice lesson. I had made a habit of arriving an hour early each week so I would have time to explore. On this day, I turned onto a few streets I’d never explored before. I rounded a corner and was face to face with a glass wall lined with wooden shelves and pastries galore. Of course, I went in. I was greeted by a smile from the Asian woman behind the counter. It was a very small shop with sunny yellow walls and wooden shelves. I looked over all the shelves, noticing the egg-wash sheen and the crusty edges browned so...