Money, or the eternal student struggle.  

As I first signed up for this hobo/wanderlust/artist kind of live when I left my little baguette country to study a few months in Vienna, I had no clue of how much of a struggle money would be. I’ve worked my way through it and have proudly eaten something else than pasta at least 3 times a month since then. So now I know… Or do I? No. Continue reading