Awesome South Indian Food In A Tiny Virginia Town!

C1Hi, people! I hope you’re doing well and have had great success over the past years. As for me, I graduated from the MU J-School, spent some interesting months at a job in San Francisco, and am now in the DC area (woohoo!).

Let me tell you, if you’ve never been — the city of DC feels like a spa compared to other urban areas. Super clean and green, plus it’s full of museums and Trader Joe’s. But I don’t live in the city. Instead, I am based in the tiny town of Chantilly, pop. 23,039.



Making Shebbakiah in Tangier: Because during Ramadan, everything is zero calories


About a month after finishing my year in Ifrane, I returned to Morocco for a Critical Languages Scholarship in Tangier. Dear readers, it is such an experience: I’m living with an impossibly wonderful host family and roommate now, and speaking Arabic all the time. I’m also taking part in an almost brutally intensive language program. Free time is therefore spent studying, talking to the family and, because of the recent Ramadan holiday (Eid Mubarak, dear readers!), eating.

So much.


Leipzig, Germany: Graffiti, J-School and Drinking Chocolate


The day before saying goodbye to one of the best countries in the world, I traveled to Leipzig to meet Mira at McDonald’s, the premier hangout spot for Americans abroad. (A la 90s, I had been forced by circumstance and stinginess adventurously decided to visit Germany without a working cellphone.)

This almost backfired when I failed to consider the possibility that Germans “just couldn’t even” with two separate McDonald’s within a few blocks of each other. No, they needed a third McDonald’s in the station to feed their gluttonous desires.


Leipzig Area, Germany: Sometimes, German men just have to get naked


I am soon welcomed into Mira’s arms – warm, familiar and forgiving of my inability to answer Facebook messages (incurable medical condition). We drink raspberry vanilla tea (Heiße Liebe), consume the cake Mira’s gentleman friend baked, talk for hours and make plans to eventually meet at the Leipzig train station’s McDonald’s (this is important later, for those of you taking notes).


Like us, Barbary Macaques prefer chocolate over that healthy s***


After the mountains, we visited a Barbary Macaque reserve filled with apes, stray dogs, horses for hire and excited children. Like most everyone, we bought peanuts for the macaques and chocolate cookies for ourselves from the roadside vendors.

We quickly learned that the apes are nefarious, calculating creatures. Feigning disinterest at first,