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Year: 2010 (page 13 of 13)

Hello Cambridge!

It may have been raining cats and dogs, and I may have only been in Cambridge for a couple of hours, but one thing was for certain, I was already in love with my new home. My semester abroad in England was already off to a smashing start, as my new friends here would say.

My fears of living in an entirely new country were overshadowed by the excitement and thrill of being in such a beautiful place. As I rode on the bus from Heathrow Airport to Cambridge, I was in awe of the vast countryside on each side of the highway. After arriving in Cambridge and hauling all my luggage into a taxi, I couldn’t help but stare in amazement at all the beautiful buildings and cathedrals as we drove towards the Valparaiso University Study Abroad Center – my home for the next four and a half months. I had been told Cambridge was a gorgeous city, but I couldn’t have even imagined it being this nice.

I’ve now been in Cambridge for a week and a half. Since then, I’ve managed to get a good feel for the city and learn my way around a good percentage of the area. With the Sir Isaac Newton’s pub just down the street from our house, I’m only a two minute walk away from being able to go buy a meal or a drink while conversing with the locals, or even being able to watch a football (or soccer as it’s known on our side of the pond) match in an enjoyable setting. Cambridge is host to countless other historic pubs, as well. And with the biggest grocery store in the area – Tesco’s – only being a ten minute bus ride away, it’s easy to find food and other necessities for reasonable prices. Also, our class schedule provides us with plenty of time to explore the city and travel around Europe on weekends. Classes start at around 9:15 every day and run until noon on Tuesday through Thursday, and 3:00 on Monday’s. I couldn’t pick a better schedule if I tried.

I wouldn’t have guessed that I would already feel so at home here just a week and a half into my stay, but so far I love it. I’ve already been around the city center of Cambridge countless times and even been to London for a weekend, all this is in just nine days. I can’t wait to see what I can do in four months!

Cheers!

Life Across the Atlantic

Leaving is never an easy concept. No matter where you’re coming from or headed to, the thought of leaving what you’re familiar with behind is always a little scary. For the ten months leading up to my trip, the fact that I would actually be in England for four months seemed surreal. But last Wednesday, when boarding for my plane was called, everything hit me. In eight hours, I would be landing in London, and as of right now, there was absolutely no turning back.

Thankfully, the crazy emotions that I was feeling about leaving the United States have subsided. I love it here. The moment our bus from the airport arrived in Cambridge, I knew it would become a place I would grow to adore. Everything and everywhere, from the gorgeous old cathedrals and brick buildings, to the cobblestone streets is something that fascinates me. Our house is situated in easy walking distance from anything that you could possibly need, and we have been lucky enough to have great weather in the mid-60’s for the past week and a half.

We took our first group trip to London last weekend, and although we were still jet-lagged and exhausted, we still managed to have a great time. I wasn’t too impressed by London at first, but once a group of us went on a double-decker bus tour, I finally noticed the beauty and charm that London has that sets it apart from cities like Chicago and New York. We were able to go see The 39 Steps, a play that has been voted London’s Best Comedy for several years in a row, watch a soccer (or football, as it is called here) match in a sports pub, and attend the infamous Notting Hill Carnival, which is England’s largest carnival, held in celebration of London’s multi-cultural diversity. We also had quite the adventure with the London “tube” (underground subway) system, and ended up taking a two-hour trip to get where we needed to go, although it was only a 30 minute walk.

The weekend has already begun for me, since we fortunately have no classes on Fridays. Tonight we have plans to go to a karaoke bar, and tomorrow we are going to our first ever English football game, which should end up being an event to remember.

Cheers!

Julie

La familia-the Definition

Vero’s grandfather drinks his two servings of tequila.

As I mentioned previously, Mexican families offer the best hospitality. As I entered Vero’s house, her father told me, “Bienvenidos a tu casa”- “Welcome to your home” and I had only known them for only forty-five minutes! During the rest of the weekend, I met the other members of Vero’s family: grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins as we celebrated the cumpleanos (birthday) of her grandpa and cousin amidst piles and piles of tortillas, lengua, chorizo, pollo (chicken) and the tastiest cakes ever.

I knew family was important in the culture before coming to Mexico.  After being immersed in the activities of Vero’s family, I realized the strength and importance of la familia. Even at the party of Vero’s counsin (who turned nine years old), all generations were present. Here, family defines a person.

It’s like a painting, the family is the frame of a person and the painting is the individual. Without the frame, the picture is not complete, thus, the individual is not complete without their family. La familia is there during the good and bad times, during celebrations and times of mourning. Its importance is difficult to comprehend for the American but its strength is undeniable. Before Vero and I boarded the bus on Sunday evening to return to the university, her family told me “Nos vemos el proximo vez”-“We’ll see each other next time.” Being a stranger, I was blown away with their kindness and hospitality. Although I am extremely close with my parents, I felt some jealousy because this close-knit family feeling with cousin, uncles, aunts, grandparents and such was new to me but something I had always wanted. After spending a weekend with a Mexican family, I have learned that while the landscape and architecture define a place, its people make it unforgettable.

Saludos,

Lydia

Welcome to Windhoek!

This week is our first week in Windhoek. We flew in and moved in on Wednesday, August 25th. Moving in was a very chaotic, but very fun ordeal. I have never lived with 22 other people in one house before, so that was definitely something to get used to. I have 5 roommates, which seems like a lot (especially as a person going from no roommates to this many) but it isn’t bad. Most of the time we’re not in our room anyway.

On our first day, we got a tour of Windhoek. The next day we took a tour of Katatura in small groups with a guide who was from Katatura. Katatura means “the place where we don’t want to live”. Although it isn’t like the shantytowns in Soweto, it is by no means great. The meaning of the name describes it pretty accurately. It isn’t a place you’d want to spend your life, but that is what happens to many people there.

This past weekend was the first time where we had nothing pre-planned for us. We were able to relax and get a feel for the city. We spent some time by the pool that is in our backyard, spent a few evenings enjoying some “Cokes” up the road at the local backpacker’s hostel, and just get to know each other better. It was great to be able to just have some down-time and finally be able to settle in to our home for the next three months.

Passing Through Pretoria

Our trip to Pretoria was quick – only one full day. On our first night in, we had a braai (a South African barbeque) at the hotel. The next morning we had a gigantic breakfast buffet. There are so many foods that South Africans have for breakfast that we would only find on a lunch or dinner menu, like baked beans, fish, and vegetables. At first I was thrown off, but I have really started to enjoy eating those things in the morning…After all, isn’t breakfast the meal that is supposed to get your engine revved for the day? That doesn’t always happen for me with french toast and sausage.

On the full day we had in Pretoria, we went to the Voortrekker Monument. The Voortrekker Monument was built to commemorate the Afrikaners who left the Cape Colony to find other places in South Africa to colonize and raise their families. Unfortunately, their decisions involved encroaching on the land of African natives. It is a controversial monument because of the history of the Afrikaner tyranny, but I am glad we got to get both sides of the story by going to visit it.

We ended our stay with a delicious buffet at a restaurant in town. There were all types of African food, as well as some food that was influenced by Western culture. They had salads, main dishes, meat, desserts, and everything in between.

One thing I don’t want to forget to mention is the ice cream (the had plenty of it at the buffet). If you love ice cream, you belong in South Africa. I thought Europe had it all, but in all honesty, I have to say South Africa is a strong contender. It is just so delicious and creamy and wonderful. You can’t go wrong, even with a plain vanilla cone (which says a lot, coming from a chocolate lover like me!).

That night, most of us hit the hay pretty early because of our early flight into Windhoek the next day!

A Fantastic First Week

Way back on August 14th the seven of us from Valpo embarked on what would be a long adventure. Not only long in the sense that we were going to be in Africa for nearly four months, but also because our flight to Johannesburg was going to be 17 hours long!

Our first few days in Johannesburg were jam packed with fun, but still taught us about the history of South Africa. We toured several places in Soweto, which is the historically black impoverished southwest township that began as part of Apartheid in the 1960s.

One that was particularly moving was the tour we took of Kliptown, one of the many shantytowns in Soweto. I had never seen some place so poor, so destroyed. There was trash and sewage in the streets, shacks packed together like

sardines, unemployment. I wondered to myself just how people could possibly live this way. They don’t choose to; nobody would. The government seems to have turned a blind eye to them and ignores the fact that so much work needs to be done there. There is so much to reform and the people who live there have no power to change their situation. The government uses that to their advantage and walks all over them. It is truly heartbreaking.

Throughout the week we heard from different presenters who spoke about the South African political parties, their experiences with Apartheid, and organizations that are working to help change South Africa’s government. Some of these organizations are referred to in links at the end of this post.

We also visited several museums. One of my favorites was the Hector Pieterson Museum. Hector Pieterson was a young boy who was killed during the student uprisings on June 16, 1976. They were peacefully protesting the use of Afrikaans (the language of the white elite) as the language of instruction in schools. At the museum, we were lucky enough to have a meeting with Hector Pieterson’s sister, Antoinette Sithole. It was very interesting to hear her first-hand account, since she was right there when Hector was shot and killed. There is a very famous picture of Hector’s dead body being carried by a man and Antoinette running behind them. The other museums we visited are referred to in links at the end of this post.

Our first full weekend in South Africa was spent staying with host families in Soweto. We stayed with middle-class families, not in the shantytowns (although I would have really liked getting to experience that). My host family were some of the most welcoming, wonderful people I have ever met.  At first I was a little nervous, but I was quickly feeling comfortable and “at home” in my host family’s house. During the weekend, I got to do so many things I would not have otherwise gotten to experience. I got to eat a TON of homemade delicious African food, try on some beautiful traditional dresses, and do many other things I hadn’t done before. I attended a traditional healer graduation ceremony, went to two different churches, and even got to pet a lion at the local Lion Park!

Groups/Organizations we heard from:

The Democratic Alliance
The African National Congress
Gender Links
Treatment Action Campaign
Khulumani Support Group
Dale McKinley

Some of the Museums we visited:

Freedom Charter Museum
Hector Pieterson Museum
Apartheid Museum

CGE & Me

Hi! I’m Christiana Redman and I will be taking you on a journey through southern Africa! I am a junior at Valpo and majoring in Social Work. I have minors in Psychology and French.

Right now I am in Namibia participating in Augsburg College’s semester-long program called “Nation Building, Globalization, and Decolonizing the Mind”. It is put on through their Center for Global Education (CGE). Valpo partners with Augsburg to send students on this abroad opportunity. CGE has permanent status in Namibia, with professors from the area who teach classes and a house where all of the students live, just down the road from our classroom.

Besides myself, there are 6 other students from Valpo. The rest of the students are from all over the country, but mostly the mid-west. There are 23 of us total. Many have majors focused on social justice or political science, but we also have math majors, biology majors, and Social Work majors like myself!

Let me share with you a little about the program. The semester in Namibia begins in with just over a week in Johannesburg, South Africa to learn about the history and politics about the area in order to form a firm foundation of knowledge. Then, upon arriving in Windhoek, things focus more on Namibia. The last week of the semester is spent in Cape Town, South Africa. During the semester, there are many program-planned and unplanned travel opportunities, such as trips to Etosha National Park, Swakopmund, and a week of fall break that is open for whatever plans you want to make!

I am excited to have you traveling with me through my experiences! If you ever have questions or are curious to learn more about something, please do not hesitate to shoot me an email at Christiana.Redman@valpo.edu. You can also follow me on Twitter. Look for @valpochristiana.

Looking forward to getting to know you!

Sorry, what’d You Say?

“Sorry, what’d You Say?” When studying abroad, be prepared to ask this question-a lot. Additionally, get used to these: “Sorry, sir/ma’am, I don’t understand.” “Can you repeat that please?” “Huh?”

Three out of my four classes here in the Universidad de las Americas are completely in Spanish. The other day in my Marketing class, we were discussing the various concepts of marketing techniques. Mind you, this is an introduction class but is completely in Spanish. As my professor was explaining a concept, he turned and asked me a simple question concerning the topic. Well, if it had been in English, no problem. However, his rapid Spanish made it, well, extremely difficult for me.

Whenever this happens, my face turns red, palms become sweaty, my stomach becomes engulfed with queasiness and every knowledge of Spanish I ever learned becomes an instant case of amnesia. I normally stumble out some kind of Spanish, hoping it makes sense to my professor and hoping he never calls on me again. However, this time I decided to do things different. I asked him to repeat the question, “Que es la pregunta tambien?” My voice trembled at first and he didn’t understand me. So, I asked him again, “Que es la pregunta tambien?” He proceeded to ask the question again and granted my answer was not perfect, but I learned a very valuable lesson that day.

Whenever in another country, it is within your right to ask, “What is the question again?” “What did you say? I don’t understand” in addition to other questions that may arise. You are not stupid and never allow anyone to make you feel inferior. You are new to the culture and language. For heaven’s sake, be patient and respect yourself and expect nothing else from others. Never hesitant to look the person in the eye and ask them to repeat what they just said. Yes, you may feel shy but keep on asking until you understand properly-because it IS your right.

Concerning the constant mistakes I make with the language, well, I have to embrace them with class and charm. Every day I seem to become a stronger person because of this. Granted, my imperfections are many, but to feel inferior because of them, certainly not. It’s my inspiration to keep learning this beautiful language and exploring this beautiful culture…it’s all a glorious challenge.

With warmth,
Lydia

Despite challenges in the classroom, my friends are very patient with my Spanish-there are always opportunities to make mistakes and learn from them.

Hola!

I’m in Mexico! More to come….

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