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We landed in Singapore and took a Grab (Singapore equivalent and cheaper version of Uber) to our "hotel." Good thing we stayed in a "hotel" because we soon found out that AirBnb is illegal in Singapore and that the housing authorities sometimes raid suspect AirBnb residences. If we had stayed in an AirBnb, the host probably would have told us not to open the door for anyone and to keep a low profile. All hypothetical of course. In December 2017, two AirBnb hosts were arrested and if convicted would face fines of $200,000 Sinagporean dollars, about USD$140,000. Despite it being illegal though, AirBnb still has 8,000 listings in Singapore and you wouldn't know it is illegal based on the AirBnb website. I'm sure buried in the terms and conditions of AirBnb it says that I am responsible for understanding the local laws blah blah blah. Here's a BBC article on it:  http://www.bbc.com/news/business-42247968 Anyway, here's a picture of Singapore: Ju...

The fall of 2017 was one of the busier times of my life. Working a full-time job in Washington, DC while also a full-time student in Chicago. TV was almost out (Sandra and I were able to watch 5 episodes of Narcos in 3 months) and gym was substantially reduced. Nevertheless, I made it. Despite going to Chicago for 10 straight weeks, I barely saw the place. I would fly in on Friday afternoons (leaving work around 2 pm) for a 6-9 pm class. I would go to an AirBnB to sleep, and then go back to campus for classes from 9 am - 4 pm. Then head straight to the airport for a 7:30 pm flight and get home around 11 pm. Sunday was for homework although I was usually so tired from the week I would procrastinate. Here are some of the photos I was able to take despite the chaos:  Sunset cruise From Roosevelt station as I transfer to airport train from my classes Taboo airplane photo Graffiti on train overpass taken while on a moving train Our flight to Bali had a layover in Qatar ("kutu...

After a very pleasant Christmas in Seattle and New Year in Salamanca, I arrived to Fontainebleau ("fon-ton-blow") at 11 pm the day before orientation. Didn't exactly leave buffer time, but that seems to be my style. Luckily my new French host "mom" picked me up from the train station unannounced. I had been planning on walking 40 minutes with my suitcases at night as there were no taxis, so a ride was much appreciated. The next day orientation began and 532 caffeine fueled MBA students from all over the world began exuberantly networking their hearts out. It was truly a sight to see and I was doing the same. Everyone is keen to be accepted to the group and show that they should be here. At this point, I have probably introduced myself to about 100 people and had very similar conversations kind of like when you first check into a hostel. What's your name? Where are you from? It's extremely exhausting to be firing at 100% for an entire day of orientation...