Blogs from Pullman, Washington, United States, North America

Had my last Sella's Calzone today which is kinda sad. Going to the pub tonight for a few quiets and then the Halloween Party tomorrow. Should be a good final weekend in the Palouse!!... read more

Home sweet home on the Palouse! It is so good to be back, living my amazing house with some of the best girls I know, seeing friends, a new set of classes, adventures, and new people to meet. It is going to be a great senior year. My housemates and I went to the Gorge for the Jack Johnson concert the weekend before classes started. I had never been there before and was totally floored by how amazing this venue is. Thousands of music fans poured into this natural amphitheatre, spreading blankets on the grass until it was a solid patchwork hillside overlooking the Columbia River. Spectacular. The Gorge is miles away from the next semblance of civilization, so that means no noise or lights, just music, hills, sky and water. The concert held another special ... read more

Figuring Things Out At the very moment I am contemplating what Italy will be like. Sure I have seen the movies and read the books on the country, but how much can you learn from observing rather than actually doing/being. When I was figuring out which place in the wide-open world I would want to travel to, I could have picked somewhere that spoke English as a first language. This however probably would have been selling myself short. So then I looked at France, where I would be able to communicate at an elementary level comfortably. I have never been outside of North America before so then why would I pick somewhere that would make things easier. I realize how cliché it is for American students to go to Italy to study abroad but it ... read more

"Roll on, Columbia, roll on Your power is turning our darkness to dawn So roll on, Columbia, roll on." - Woody Guthrie The lyrics of Washington State's official song came through my head this morning as I crossed the river on I-90, marvelling at it's scale. I'd just woken up after a long night spent curled-up in the bed of my truck at a truckers' pull-off. The sun had just reached a height where it's rays would hit the water, and the river sparkled like it might do in some great poetry. This all made me think quite a bit of Woody Guthrie and his song, but especially about his travels around the U.S.A., figuring out just what exaclty it was and just who exactly we it's people were. I felt especially close to Guthrie this ... read more