
Winter in July
Stepping off the plane in Sydney, I was greeted with a blast of unexpectedly cold air. I knew that the seasons were flipped in the Southern Hemisphere, but wearing a coat in July just felt fundamentally wrong. This moment was…
Inspiring Longhorns to Explore the World
Inspiring Longhorns to Explore the World
All our stories from Education Abroad students participating in degree programs from UT Austin’s many colleges and schools.

Stepping off the plane in Sydney, I was greeted with a blast of unexpectedly cold air. I knew that the seasons were flipped in the Southern Hemisphere, but wearing a coat in July just felt fundamentally wrong. This moment was…

Walking through the legendary streets of Oxford, England, I could not wipe the smile from my face. This university is home to significant history, amazing architecture, and gorgeous libraries. If you had told me when I got to UT that…

The plane doors had just closed, and it hit me — this was the first time I’d ever traveled alone. No family, no friends, just me and a plane ticket to Santander, Spain. I’d finished my first year at UT…

My first week in Japan, I lived alone in an office building that looked like a spaceship on top of a hill in a forest. I arrived as an intern for the Institute for Global Environmental Strategies (IGES), an environmental…

I’m staring outside at a lifted Chevy Silverado 4×4 truck baking in the steaming Texas sun. It’s 6:16 p.m. and feels like 100 degrees outside. Everyone in this Starbucks works silently on their devices, occasionally looking up into the abyss…

Rome, the city that saw empires rise and fall, the city that bore monuments for millennia, never rushed me. The days went fast, the sun burned hard, but the dinners were long, the movies plentiful, and the rounds of Uno…

As I sat in Changi Airport in Singapore waiting for my flight back home, the words “I can’t believe it” echoed in my head. I relived the past few weeks in my mind, scrolling through my camera roll: the busy…

It’s funny how your perception of a place can feel so solid and real, yet be turned on its head so quickly. I visited Florence, Italy, for the first time the summer after fourth grade, and I returned this summer…

Why? For as long as I can remember, I have had dreams of leaving. I have always romanticized the idea of packing my life into boxes and introducing myself to the world. I wanted streets in different languages to know…