Naan Fiction

  I’ve successfully hit the point on campus where local students know my name. Walking to class this morning someone yelled my full name, not Maddie, not MadMay… Madeline. It was a relief that someone didn’t assume my name was Maddie. Although, I’m sure it’s not hard to identify who I am when I’m theContinueContinue reading “Naan Fiction”

This Bazaar Life

Studying in India reminds me a lot of my semester in Barcelona. In some places the architecture is very Arabic, the people are generally beautiful, and I am on a 50% rice consumption diet. The silliest difference I look at on a daily basis is how badly the girls in Spain dreamed of riding onContinueContinue reading “This Bazaar Life”