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I’ve grown up, adopted a dog and started a new photography blog called Cookie and Kate. Please come check out my latest work!
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These photos were published in an online Berlin guide. Click on the pictures to see them in the Schmapp guide!
This picture got published in an online London guide. See it here!
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I miss watching French people walk around with baguettes sticking out of their bags.
At the same time, there’s something strangely comforting about looking down at the ground beneath me and spying richly red Oklahoma dirt.
Land of the free, home of the brave, where the free refills flow like water and customer service reigns supreme. Where everyone speaks my native language, where the time is given in 12-hour format, where the first floor button on the elevator actually takes me to the ground floor. Land of the half-gallon cups of iced coffee, home of the malt ball, the country in which I don’t have to beg for more ketchup.
I’m not quite home yet, but I’m thoroughly enjoying being in the same time zone as my family and spending dollars instead of euros (and especially instead of pounds).
Oh it’s good to be back in this glorious country!
I’m tired of being by myself in France. I’m in Paris, and I’m bored. One should never be bored while in Paris, nosirree. Not too much longer til I meet up with my dad in the homeland…
According to the Californians, I don’t have an Oklahoman accent at all. I could easily pass for a Californian.
According to my French phonetics teacher, I have a “très fort accent americain” (a very strong American accent).
According to my Dutch friend Sitske, I say the word “humongous” a lot. To the point that when she thinks of a word to represent me, the word is humungous. It’s kind of funny, because I don’t think “humungous” is a very fitting representation.
Sidenote: I finally talked to the two Dutch girls who’ve been in my classes. It turned out that they’re not Dutch, though, they’re Swedish. They thought I was Canadian instead of American. I don’t know why I thought they were Dutch or why they thought I was Canadian… but hey, at least we all guessed countries pretty close to our own, right? It’s going to be weird to go home—where everyone’s from Oklahoma or Texas, where everyone has the same accent, where there’s no guessing where so-and-so’s from. Hm.