Travel and travel | Days and nights on the other side of the Pacific~

7.23~7.27

7.30~8.3

8.6~8.10

@UCB

Each of those three weeks I lead a regular life from Monday to Friday. I get up at 7:30 every morning, prepare breakfast for my roommates, go out, head towards the southeast corner of the house, and walk to the north gate of Berkeley.

Then entering the campus, you can walk to Haas along a different road every day.

Sometimes you can pass by the sculpture of a prehistoric giant tiger, sometimes you can walk under the Sasha Tower, sometimes you can pass by the door of the main library.

Turn into the Doris & Babbage Fisher Gate, go to the classroom to browse the readings to be discussed, and then listen to Spanish professor Mario's vivid corporate competitive strategies. At noon, we went to Bancroft Way (we jokingly call it Berkeley’s “Degenerate Street”) south of the school to look for food.

In the afternoon, I wandered around the campus, sometimes looking for a reading room suitable for studying, sometimes chatting in the college's cafe, and sometimes taking photos and checking in with the young ladies on campus.

During the first week, I always came home very late, looking for food in the east. I sneaked to Jack London's Square in Auckland. Later, I would cook dinner at home and do the reading assigned in the morning class after eating.

It’s fully arranged!