A road trip is a journey: one step-forward, two steps back. But somehow anyway you end up at your destination.
Picking up the ace flag and sticking it in my ponytail, it felt right.
Early this past summer, I went on a three-week study abroad program with my university to Berlin. There, we studied at a language school in the mornings and went on educational excursions in the afternoon and on the weekends (along with an unexpected amount of free time).
London was similar, but it didn’t hold up.