My Favorites

Here are a few of my favorites in different categories from around the world:

Favorite café: “Snack Bar Snoopy” in Vicenza, Italy. It was my morning routine before school to stop in and drink my daily espresso with Dario the barista.

Favorite bookstore: “Shakespeare and Co.” in Paris, France. Formerly the meeting place of writers such as James Joyce and Ernest Hemingway, this bookstore is touristy, yet charming nonetheless.

Favorite street food: The stalls below the church in downtown Tapalpa, Mexico. Everything from tamales to corn in a cup to tacos al pastor, this location is unrivaled by anyplace I’ve seen.

Favorite restaurant: “Au Pied du Cochon” near Les Halles in Paris is absolutely exquisite. It’s expensive, but delicious. Good thing my grandfather was paying when we went.

Favorite beach: Punta Mita near Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.

Favorite city: This is impossible to decide, so I will list several.

One is Barcelona, Spain. I only spent 30 hours there, of which I slept only one. Barcelona is definitely somewhere I’d like to visit again.

Venice, Italy is unparalleled in sheer beauty. Living near La Serenissima, I had the opportunity to visit the city of canals about ten times, and each one showed me something new and spectacular.

Naples, Italy, though dirty and chaotic, has a charm of its own. Great food, friendly people, and a general happy feel make it one of my favorite places to spend time.

I spend almost a month out of every summer in Guadalajara, Mexico where my grandparents live. Though there’s nothing in particular about it that would make it appealing, for me it holds a special place.

Favorite country that is on nobody’s radar: Slovenia is a small country that is an interesting fusion of Italian, Slavic, and Austrian cultures. I spent less than a week there, yet it captivated me in ways that few other places have.

Favorite plaza to hang out in: Piazza della Signoria in Florence, Italy is where I have some of my best memories. Sitting beneath the statue of David, playing the guitar, and being way to loud at 2 a.m. with a bunch of newly-made friends from another part of Italy is just the best way to spend a summer’s night in Florence (or anywhere in the world, for that matter).


Any other categories you think I should have a favorite for? Let me know!

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