Tara and Me on the day of our departure
Stranded in the Rome Airport
The Facade of the Vatican Museum
The Holy Doors of the Jubillee
La Pieta by Michaelangelo
The facade of St. Peter's Basilica
Ian Williams, our Delegation Manager
Mark displaying the menu at our Tuscan cooking session.
Colin, Me, Amanda, Noah, and Oksana after making the Tiramisu.
Me with the Leaning Tower of Pisa
The Cinque Terra, or the Five Lands
Chinmayi, Whitney, Me, and Hannah in the streets of Nice.
Tara and Me in Nice, with the Mediterranean behind us.
Tara and her star shaped hamburger
Tara and Me with our Homestay Family, the Essirards.
Vous disez les tomates, I say tomatoes.
Amanda and Me in Le Castellet.
Will and Tara in front of Le Pont du Gard.
Inside the Cave of Tartavel.
Catherine, Me, and Ian in front of the 1992 Barcelona Olympic arena
Jennifer on her Sweet Sixteenth!
Amanda and Me on the top of Montjuic, overlooking the city of Barcelona.
Margaret being, well, Margaret.
The Birth of Christ, one of the facades of La Sagrada Familia.
Me and Gaudi's lizard in Parc Guelle.
The Illuminated Fountains of Barcelona
Me in front of the Illuminated Foutain of Barcelona.
Jennifer and Tara in the square of Zaragoza.
Mark being lifted up by the bull at the bull farm.
Parker was the first to successfully "fight" with the bull.
Amanda in front of the Royal Palace.
Me in front of the Royal Cathedral of Madrid.
Margaret and Me all dressed up for our last night.
Well, after spending nearly eight hours in the Rome Airport, we all kind of got bored
The Holy Doors are opened every Jubillee Year (every 50 years) by the Pope. Unfortunately, my prized photo spot was soon invaded by a woman's head.
Legend has it that if you toss one coin into the fountain, you will return to Rome. Well, being the typical tourist, I decided to toss in about three.
The Pantheon was the first building to have a domed top. Nowadays, it's used as a Catholic Church.
The Colesseum's interior has eroded away to reveal the many secrets of its underground chambers and mechanics.
The Porte Vecchio, or the Golden Bridge, was redesigned by the Medici family to house only gold shops back in the 1500's.
David, one of the best sculptures in the world, has some disproportionate sizes. For instance, Michaelangelo made his head and hands bigger to show that the Renaissance man thought first with his head, and then used his hands.
I don't think Ian knows that I have this picture of him. :)
This picture was taken after Jennifer and I repelled off of a 60 meter rock in Monaco.
Why my friends even ate at McDonald's in Europe, I don't know. However, Tara got a star shaped hamburger there!
Tara, Juliette, Anastasia, Me, and Valentin.
We played a game of Scrabble, and because Juliette was the only one who spoke English, half of the board was in French, and the other half was in French.
Jennifer, Roni, Anna, Margaret, Tara, Michelle, Amanda, and Me in the square of Carcassonne, France.
The guys after a "battle" in Carcassonne. May they rest in peace.
I enjoyed the Paella, except for the pieces of squid. Like I have said in the past, there is nothing quite as gross as eating your rice and seeing a tentacle looking up at you.
Lucky girl, Jennifer got to celebrate her Sixteenth birthday in Barcelona.
We really had no way to celebrate the Fourth of July, except for these decorative toothpicks that Margaret creatively stuck in her hair.
This is one of my favorite places in the world. It's all just so pretty. Jennifer and I were going to chain ourselves to the fountain so we wouldn't have to leave, but it didn't work out.
The last night was a reflection of all that we had done this entire trip, as well as distribution of superlatives. It was then that I found out that I was nominated as one of the candidates for the nomination of Student Ambassador of the Year for our group. And yes, Margaret and I were roomates in the last hotel. Good times!