Summer in London

Story by Max Read A couple weeks into my first co-op at an intergovernmental organization in Greece, I decided to apply to the London School of Economics and Political Science’s summer program. When I was accepted, the “Brexit” vote was still half a year away, and campaigning hadn’t started in earnest yet. By the first day…

Jetting off to London Alone

Story by Alyssa Bilotta, bilotta.a@husky.neu.edu I stood alone at the American Airlines terminal of Miami International Airport. Watching my dad drive away, I strongly considered abandoning my luggage and sprinting after him. How did I think that I could just move to another country for three months without knowing anyone?  This plane ride was going to…

Ten Countries, Six Months

Story by Lindsay Marum, marum.l@husky.neu.edu If someone had told me last year that I would be living in Europe for over six months, that I would get the opportunity to travel to ten different countries and work in one of the most prestigious offices in the Netherlands, I would have thought they were crazy. But here…

Paraguay: The Little Country That Changed My Life

Story by Daniella Emami | emami.d@husky.neu.edu In the summer of 2011, when I was 16 years old, I had the privilege to live and work in the small town of Itapevy, Paraguay. When I first found out that I would be living in Paraguay, I honestly had no idea where the country was, let alone what…

Entrepreneurship in Spain

Story by Pavit Arora | arora.pa@husky.neu.edu My passion for traveling brought me to the vibrant city of Madrid; however it was my passion for business that brought me to Universidad Francisco de Vitoria. This past summer, as part of a freshman study abroad program, I studied international business and entrepreneurship in Spain’s capital. Learning about business…

Hidden Beauties of Prague

Story by Vonnie Tull | tulldevon@gmail.com Photo by Madlen Gubernick | gubernick.ma@husky.neu.edu When I told people I was going to be studying abroad in Prague in Spring 2014, most responses from my friends and family were along the lines of “Where is Pray-g?”  During my first conversation with my parents about the trip, my dad still thought Prague…