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Month: October 2010 (page 1 of 4)

Experiencing Istanbul

The one place I really wanted to go to in Europe was Istanbul, and I’m so glad I made it there. The city and culture is so unique compared to anyplace in Western Europe. While at first I was cautious about our safety, we had no problems and enjoyed a great experience. The Turkish people are known for their hospitality, and there was plenty of it!

The people at our hostel were so friendly and inviting. They showed us the meaning of true hospitality in giving us great information, treating us to apple tea and a water pipe, and even driving us personally to the airport when our shuttle didn’t show up. While enjoying our free water pipe outside, they all came and sat with us and talked. We talked about where they were from, Turkey in general, and what we were doing there. I even got a free birthday shot for my birthday

The German President outside the Blue Mosque

… yay 21! This initial experience just added to the overall atmosphere of the country.

Our first destination was the Blue Mosque, which was conveniently located a few blocks from our hostel. When we arrived, there were TV crews and a crowd of people gathering around the entrance. This would usually be a time that our adviser would tell us to quickly leave the area, but we decided to check it out anyways. And I’m so glad we did. We got to see none other than Christian Wulff, the President of Germany… in Turkey! It was probably the most random and most exciting thing to happen to us thus far in Europe. Happy birthday to me!

Me standing in the Hagia Sophia

After all of the hoopla died down, we were able to go into the mosque. Cate, Brenna and I all had to cover our hair with scarves and everyone had to take off their shoes. It was so beautifully decorated on the inside, and the atmosphere was entirely different than a church. We also went into the Hagia Sophia (20 Lira later) and saw the most beautiful architecture. The cultural experience gained from just entering these places of worship was fascinating to me.

Overall, I am so glad we were able to go to this enticing country. We were so well blessed to have safe travels especially since a terrorist attack happened only a few days ago at the National Monument in th

e New District. We were standing in Taksim Square where this occurred only one week ago. It is a blessing that no one was seriously injured, thus reported, in the suicide bomber’s attack. This attack has only made me count my blessings for our safety in our travels, but in no way would I not recommend going to Istanbul. The city is too beautiful to miss, and the atmosphere too rare to find elsewhere.

The group overlooking the Bosphorus Strait in Istanbul

Road Trip: Africa!

For our Fall Break, five friends and I chose to go to on vacation to Livingstone, Zambia. We spent 8 days taking a break from the hectic nature of classes and guest speakers and simply did whatever we wanted. We had an adventure planned for nearly every day.

On Monday, we experienced the gorgeous sunset on the Zambezi during a relaxing sunset cruise. We saw a TON of hippos and even an elephant hanging out by the side of the riverbank!

Sitting right on the edge of the Falls. One misstep & it would have been “Bye bye, Christiana”!

On Tuesday, we ventured just up the road to the Zambia side of Victoria Falls. Victoria Falls is the largest waterfall in the world & revered as one of the world’s Seven Natural Wonders. It is so large that it is located in two countries – Zambia and Zimbabwe. This particular event quickly got to be more thrilling than we anticipated – a private guide took us to a place where we could sit on the very edge of the Falls, lean over the edge and look down, and swim in a natural pool about a meter from the edge of the Falls!

We decided to take it easy on Wednesday, so we spent the day catching rays and reading by the side of the pool at our backpackers’ hostel.

Lizz Mook (Valpo) & Kayla Griffin (Pacific Lutheran) free-falling down the gorge on the gorge swing.

Thursday was definitely the scariest of our adventures. We spent the entire day at a gorge near Victoria Falls doing all sorts of ropes activities – including the gorge swing. For the gorge swing, you get strapped into not one, but two, harnesses, take a giant step off of the edge of the gorge, and free-fall 53 meters in 3 ½ seconds until you begin swinging at the end of the rope until they let you down. It is gut-wrenchingly terrifying, but the view was great!

The majestic “Main Falls” on the Zimbabwe side of Victoria Falls.

Friday’s adventure was going back to Victoria Falls, but this time we went to the Zimbabwe side. To me it seemed like the Zimbabwe side was more of the touristy side, and the Zambia side was more for the adventure activities. Both sides are absolutely breath-taking!

Our final adventure was our Chobe Safari Day in Botswana on Saturday. In the morning we went on a boat safari on the Chobe River. On that safari we saw lots of elephants, hippos, birds, lizards, and crocodiles. The afternoon game drive in Chobe National Park showed us hippos and elephants out of

Our safari adventure through Chobe National Park was a success!

the water. The hippos are massive creatures – its mind-blowing! Our day in Botswana was definitely a day to remember.

We made it home to Windhoek the morning of Monday, October 24th. Now we’re getting back into the swing of classes and moving right along. I can’t believe there is only just over a month left of my time here!

Connecting with Culture

Three Himba boys just hanging out on the fence in the village

The first part of our second week in northern Namibia was spent getting in touch with the people of the indigenous people of the Himba culture. The Himba are well-known for their distinctive appearance, which includes a reddish skin tone achieved by applying a mixture of red ochre and cow butter to their bodies, along with clay and elaborate hairpieces on top of their heads. The Himba have thus far avoided (or refused) assimilation into mainstream Namibian culture, and as such have managed to preserve traditional cultural beliefs and lifestyle.

We camped about 200 feet outside a traditional Himba village. We visited the village to learn about Himba traditions and clothing, and also to attend the market they held for us. We enjoyed being able to support the Himba through purchasing jewelry from the market. However, we also felt very torn because our village guide told us earlier in the day that the two things would wipe out the Himba culture in the next 25 years – money and education.

We thought about the effects of education on the Himba culture when we visited a mobile school. The Himba are a nomadic tribe based on cattle herding, so they have created schools that travel with them throughout the seasons.

One of the students at the mobile school working on his studies

The mobile school we visited was little more than two classes sitting under a tree for shade, but we were told that the school had hosted 80 learners in the last year. That is a drastic improvement over the early 2000s, when no children were attending school.

After our visit with the Himba, we drove to Etosha National Park where we spent the next couple of days. We camped in the park, and had a pretty

A herd of elephants quenching their thirst in the watering hole!

relaxing couple of days. We made use of the gigantic swimming pool, went on a couple game drives, and spent some time watching animals drinking from the watering hole that was just up the path. What an astonishing experience it is to have an elephant or a rhino drinking water right in front of you!

After a great week in the North, complete with many questions, sunburns, and photos, we were ready to head off to Fall Break!

Traditional Living in Modern Times

I’m back in Windhoek and ready to swamp you with all of the wonderful experiences I have had! Just kidding. I’ll try to keep it brief, but still give you the gist of everything I have experienced these last couple weeks.

When we were picked up for our Rural Homestays in northern Namibia, we were greeted with all of the families singing a song that, translated, means “We are happy to be together”. It was absolutely amazing to see them all so overjoyed to welcome us into their homes. Their happiness made meeting them one of the most memorable parts of my semester so far. Over the course of the week, I even got to learn the song.

For the week, I lived with Tate (Father) Jeremia, Meme (Mother) Opuwo, Magy (age 18, the daughter of Tate Jeremia’s cousin), and my host brother Inekele (age 1 ½, pronounced in-eh-KAY-lah). Just down the path, about a 20 minute walk away, lived Tate Joseph and Meme Fina. They are the parents of Tate Jeremia.

The view from my front gate at Tate Jeremia’s house.

Tate Jeremia & Meme Opuwo’s house was a neat blend of modern and traditional. There was a large concrete structurehe  in the center of the property where we all slept, kept a lot of the food, and ate dinner. The perimeter of the property was fenced off by both metal fences and walls made of sticks. Several rooms outside were made of sticks and used for things such as a kitchen, a laundry area, bucket bath area, and storage. We used a gas-powered generator to watch the news each night, but used a fire to make the dinner.

During the day, we had class and then the nights were spent with our families. Throughout the course of the week, I got to experience several new things with my family. Meme Fina, my host grandmother, taught me how to pound mahangu (pearl millet) using holes in a concrete slab and a huge pole with a weight on the end. Pounding the mahangu enough turns it into flour, which is then used to make mahangu porridge, a traditional drink, and a type of traditional bread.

Meme Fina also taught me how to weave a basket out of reeds. I did pretty well, although my basket looks like it could be a resting place for an ant. It was a busy week, so my basket weaving had to take a back seat to other things.

As I mentioned in another post, it has been fun teaching my host families how to cook American foods. Since I’m no expert at cooking anything real over a fire, I taught my family how to make s’mores! They loved it & told me they would do it again for Christmas.

The Valpo girls decked out in traditional celebration clothing. A few siblings jumped in the shot too!

We even had a huge party at the end of the week for all of the families where we did traditional dances, sang songs, and ate some great food!

I had a really great week with my host family. I couldn’t have asked for more. They were so wonderfully welcoming, enjoyed talking to me about their culture, showed me some of they ways they do things, and gave me opportunities to learn things I would have never learned outside of northern Namibia. The rural homestay was definitely a highlight of my trip.

You can check out more photos of my homestay on my Picasa site!

La Uascezze in Bari

After a long, yet entirely fulfilling three days in Rome, A.J. and I traveled to the coast of Italy in Bari.  Anxious to spend the next two days in a city neither of us knew much about, we settled in quickly, courtesy of a phenomenal accommodation and an even more phenomenal dinner on the evening of our arrival.

After lugging around our suitcases for nearly forty minutes, we finally reached a quaint looking area of Bari that we hoped we would be able to call “home” for the next few days.  Upon arriving at the restaurant where we were to check in, genuine happiness began to radiate throughout our faces.  For, the enticing atmosphere begged for our eager and hungry presence.  We told the refined Italian man who owned both the bed and breakfast and the restaurant that we would see him in a few minutes to dine after we were settled.

He walked us to the room where we would be staying with such poise. Treating us as if we were far more than two seemingly young people in love, he made sure to walk us through the room, turning on every light as if to show us his respect and confidence in the bed and breakfast.  After shaking hands, we bid him farewell.  Well, at least for a couple of minutes.

A.J. and I then headed to his restaurant to indulge in a delicious meal with him not only because we were so pleased with his bed and breakfast, but because we were such a state of desire for a good, hearty Italian meal.  It was refreshing to see that he was just as happy to see us again as we were happy to see him.  He sat us at an elegant table for two as he lit a candle and placed it in the center.  After choosing a bottle of wine, he poured it with such elegance and ease, allowing A.J. to have a sip of satisfaction before pouring the rest.  After he was done with his artistic presentation of the wine, he told us that he wanted to treat us to his favorite hors d’oeuvres while our only job would be to tell him when we were pleasantly fulfilled.

Starting off with a bowl of fresh, pitted olives, it didn’t take long before we realized what a perfect pairing it was with the wine.  Following the olives came homemade breadsticks, a delicious and flavorful plate of antipasta, fresh bruschetta, a perfectly designed cheese and meat platter, and a well-seasoned bowl of Italian nuts.  After most every plate was devoid of most all food remnants, dessert was soon to be on its way.  The warm, rich molten cake combined with the cold, creamy hazelnut cake ultimately resulted in the best combination of a dessert delicacy.

Even after five years, A.J. and I agree that that very evening marked one of the best we’ve shared together thus far.  Although several years have come and gone, it is encouraging to know that it is the simple things that allow such a unique happiness to occur.  The most memorable life moments don’t always have to be characterized by romantic,

elegant evenings in Paris or Rome, they can exist in a small, nostalgically attractive place where it seems that nobody else in the world exists but the two of you.

For more information on La Uascezze Bed and Breakfast in Bari, Italy visit: http://www.lauascezze.com/

English Pub Life: Something for Everybody

Whether you’re looking for some great English food, a satisfying drink, a place to watch football games or a few friendly faces to have a casual conversation with, English pubs are the place to go. Over the course of the past two months I’ve visited countless pubs in England and have enjoyed every one of my experiences. The people are always friendly and despite my friends and I being foreigners, we are always made to feel welcome – even the ones who know next to nothing about football. Pubs are a place people come to simply enjoy a drink and socialize with other locals or strangers from other places, like myself.

For a guy like me, there isn’t much better than watching football at the pubs in England. And for a guy like me, I was able to realize that during the first day I arrived in this country. In the United States, I had to wake up as early as 6:00 a.m., even 4:00 a.m. on one occasion, to watch my favorite football team play. Restaurants and bars are certainly not open at this time, although even if they were it wouldn’t make much of a difference for me. Most of the time I was forced to watch matches on the internet through live streaming as the English Premier League is rarely televised in North America. In other words, I was alone in my room celebrating whenever my team scored a goal. Apologies once again to all my past roommates!

Thankfully in Kenya the time difference ensured I only stayed up as late as 1:00 a.m. to watch a football match. And thankfully, more often than not I was able to watch most of the matches at a crowded restaurant or bar surrounded by other avid football fans. It was always a weekend tradition for my family. Whenever Saturday or Sunday afternoon arrived, my Dad and I would drive to a restaurant thirty minutes before kick-off in order to get a seat for the match. Occasionally we even managed to convince my Mom to come along. Regardless of who was playing, it was always destined to be an enjoyable time and capable of being the highlight of any weekend.

Several hours after arriving in Cambridge back in August I strolled down to a pub called Sir Isaac Newton’s which was located just two blocks away from my house. It was there that I watched my first football match in England and it was there that I received my first taste of English culture. The match on TV wasn’t even one I really cared too much about and more than anything it was just a chance to experience the pub life in England. I was not to be let down. Everyone in the pub had nothing but football coming from their lips and it was a warm welcoming to a brand new country to be able to talk to complete strangers about everything and anything pertaining to football. It was an easy common ground and it provided a platform to meet new people and served as an early indication of how friendly people in England are.

On some occasions and depending on the importance of the match, the pub can be filled with all types of people. Young, old, men, women, even children. A few nights ago I watched a Carling Cup match between Manchester United and Wolverhampton and sat next beside a table where an elderly couple who appeared to be in their 70’s was sitting. When it comes to people’s passion for football in this country, age really is just a number!

A few weeks ago I watched an England National team match at Sir Isaac Newton’s where the entire pub was packed from wall to wall. My odds of finding a seat that night were as good as my chances of winning the National Lottery. The atmosphere inside the place was incredible, however. Dozens of fans crowded around the TV’s in each corner of the room while people at the bar stood conversing and offering their two cents’ worth on the big match. And after England ended the match victorious, instead of filtering out of the pub and heading in separate directions, the majority of the people stayed to socialize and alternate buying rounds of drinks for each other.

Even if you’re not into football, pubs in England offer provide something for everybody. In fact, there are numerous pubs in the country that don’t televise football. In fact, many don’t even have TV’s. You can’t go wrong if you’re looking for a tasty plate of food that will fill your stomach. Fish n’ Chips are a favorite about anywhere and a lot of pubs pride themselves over their wide selection of drinks available.

So if you love football or if you can’t stand it, English pubs offer something for everyone and are one of many enjoyable aspects of English culture. Well, that is as long as you’re looking to eat delicious food, drink great beverages and converse with all sorts of friendly people.

When in Rome

It didn’t take long after setting foot in “Rome Termini” to grasp what lies beneath the famous saying, “When in Rome.”  From its history to its elegance to its profound spirituality, Rome has something to offer for the intellect, the disciple, and the sophisticated alike.  After arriving in Rome on the evening of October twenty-third, sipping on wine while overlooking the Colosseum was seemingly appropriate after a long day of travel.

The following day being Sunday, we had the opportunity to receive a blessing from the Pope.  Walking to Vatican City that Sunday morning with a pastry in hand,  I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.  As St. Peter’s Square was finally in sight, I was amazed at the number of people who were present for this spiritual occasion.

Not only was this presence encouraging, but the diversity yet unity among them was pleasantly refreshing.  For, despite the various nationalities, the Pope addressed each with the same grace as the next.

It is beautifully obvious that the spirituality of Rome is one of its most prominent characteristics.  Despite your religious beliefs, one cannot deny the serene presence that exists every Sunday at noon among St. Peter’s Square.

Yet, while Rome invites such a spiritual presence, it also begs for the intellect’s perception.  Our last day in Rome consisted of a walking tour of The Vatican City.  The walls of the Vatican are full of famous paintings, depicting both religious and pagan ideas.   In fact, some of the walls within the Vatican are covered with a dark cloth so as not to expose the sexually explicit nature of the paintings.  The intellect can embrace the insight, technique, and philosophy the painters used to depict such scenes, regardless of the religious intention behind it.

While these historical and spiritual themes in Rome remain her most prominent quality, the elegance and class that the city possesses is undeniably present.  For instance, my walking into a boutique for an effortless hair trim and eyebrow wax, ultimately ended in my walking out with slightly less hair and a lot less money.  Specifically, one hundred Euro less.

And now I see.  This is what they mean when they say “When in Rome.”

Old Trafford: The Theatre of Dreams

12 years is a long wait for anything. But for me, waiting 12 years to go to my first Manchester United match at Old Trafford felt like eternity. When you wait so long for something you wonder if it will be meet the expectations that have been built up over the last decade or so. But for me, there was no question that seeing my favorite football club in their famous stadium would not only meet my expectations, but surpass them.

Indeed it did.

I remember watching Manchester United when I was young. I remember my fascination and my immediate love for the club and all its players and most of all, I remember wishing that I would one day be able to witness them play. The years went by and my love for the club only intensified with every season and with every match, but my wish remained the same.

Recently I was finally able to accomplish my dream and make that wish come true. As soon as tickets had gone on sale for the Manchester United vs. West Bromwich Albion match on October 16th I purchased tickets and on day before the match I made the much-anticipated journey to Manchester, England. Less than an hour after arriving at the train station I arrived at Old Trafford – a Mecca for all United supporters. I stopped and admired the stadium I had seen hundreds of times on TV and for a moment, I even had to pinch myself. Being there simply seemed too good to be true.

Indeed it was.

Before I knew it, I was standing next to the pitch my heroes play on every week as part of a guided tour of the entire stadium. Minutes later I found myself sitting in the players’ dressing room where famous names such as George Best, Bryan Robson and David Beckham have sat… the same room where Sir Alex Ferguson gives his team talks and where the champagne is popped after a cup triumph. Some of the most famous athletes in the world occupied the same room on a frequent basis.

Following the tour of the stadium I walked through every room inside the museum, admiring all of the trophies and awards on display. With over 100 years of rich, unmatched history on show, I found it hard to make myself leave. Finally, after more than two hours inside the museum and an additional hour in the stadium’s Mega Store, I forced myself to move on. I suppose it helped that I would be back inside the stadium the following day as Manchester United hosted West Brom.

If I thought touring the stadium and its museum was something special, I was in for the experience of a lifetime on the day of the match. After bumping into a group of United fans who had made the journey down from Ireland, we hung out a supporters’ pub before the match as we counted down the hours until kick-off. We arrived at Bishops Plaize at 11:00, four and a half hours before kick-off, and astonishingly by this time the pub was already packed with supporters socializing and belting out chant after chant about their beloved club. It didn’t take long for me to join in.

The time for the match finally arrived and by then I was already hoarse. My voice would suffer further impairment as I spent the entire 90 minutes of the match participating in the numerous chants that rang around the stadium. Never before in my life had I experienced such a remarkable atmosphere at a sporting event. This was an experience of a lifetime, not just for me, but for most of the 75,023 fans inside the stadium. Despite the match ending in a 2-2 draw, I was still incredibly satisfied with the experience of being at my first Manchester United match. More than anything though, I was already plotting my return to Manchester for another taste of one of the most incredible experiences the world has to offer me.

Footage of the pre-match traditions: Bishops Plaize Pub

Spain Excursions

A recap of my travels in Spain: Google maps

On our first free weekend we headed down to Salobreña, the closest beach to Granada, about 40 minutes via bus. After the first week of orientation it was really nice to lay out, relax, and swim. The Mediterranean ocean was very, very pure, and although I’ve heard that there are nicer beaches in Spain, the water made it a great afternoon.

At this point, I still had my cast from my karate incident prior to arriving in Spain, and so when I saw a Spaniard swimming with one arm above the water like myself, clearly, I had to go say hello.

After my trip to Morocoo, which I’ve already posted about, I had a short break before classes so I headed up to Valencia with some friends from our program. They knew a Spaniard named Miguel who came to the States last year to teach Spanish at their school, Central College. He just moved up to Valencia so we got to explore the city with him. Their science park has some of the coolest modern architecture I’ve seen here, take a look at my Picasa webalbum to see all the photos.

Two of my Valpo friends, Emily Bahr and Madeline Horvath, met me in Valencia and we headed to the Oceanografíc, the largest aquarium in Europe! Highlights were aquariums with hallways through the middle of them (so close to sharks!), an amazing dolphin show, and some really lively wetlands:

Before I headed back to Granada I decided to catch a Bullfight (corrida de toro) in Madrid. Whether you’re a fan of bull fighting or not (I’m still undecided), it’s a key part of Spanish culture that I don’t think will be going anywhere soon.

More recently still I headed up to Barcelona for a long weekend, Allie in Reutlingen has already written about our time there, check it out. One of my favorites, Mercat Boqueria, a bustling market over 400 years old. Amazing mangos:

Now, You’re Making Sense!

Ok, so my first blog post was about my frustration and struggle with Spanish.

Well, you should be proud to know that my Spanish has improved. The other day, I was eating dinner with my Mexican friends Cynthia and Angel and asked them if they thought my Spanish had progressed. The reaction I received was similar to if I just asked them if Mexicans like tequila and tacos. Even though I still make mistakes, hearing from a Mexican that my Spanish had improved muchísimo (very much) felt amazing!

My friend Cynthia-a friend who has been very patient with my Spanish!

Although my Spanish is better, what matters in my opinion is that I just don’t care about making mistakes as much as I used to. My inner perfectionist has lost a lot of her power in my life. A stronger sense of confidence has replaced the sweaty palms and feeling of shame when I’m confused. I’ve realized that making mistakes are a necessary part of life.

Additionally, I’ve also realized that if a person cannot handle my mistakes and acts rudely because of my lack of knowledge, then it is within my right to stand up for myself. Also, people like that have no business being in my life. Maybe that’s a rather harsh way but when abroad and learning a language, it is extremely important to seek friends who are will work with you and your struggle with the language. I have been blessed to find friends who are extremely patient and that despite my numerous mistakes, still talk to me and yes, even seek out my friendship!

So, while my Spanish has improved greatly, my attitude has as well. The number of errors and mistakes do not matter. What counts is being confident, classy, charming and always expecting nothing but respect from people. As the great Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent:” Wise words indeed. Stronger Spanish and a stronger sense of self…studying abroad is fantastic.

Saludos!

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