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My Mexican Apartment

So, I’ve moved-finally! I have officially graduated from dorm life once and for all and now living in an apartment. It’s strange because this is the first time I’ve lived off-campus. The fact that I’m renting my first apartment and doing it in a foreign country makes me realize how independent I have become. Oh, the rewards of living abroad.

While I enjoyed my experience for the most part at the dorms in UDLA and partially at Valpo, I have missed my privacy. Also, I’m a student on a budget and let’s just stay dorms aren’t the cheapest way of living. Anyways, when I made plans to go live off-semester, I teamed up with my friend (and current roommate) Martina and she discovered a nice apartment. Basically, it’s a huge building that looks like a house but isn’t but technically not an apartment complex but it has apartments. Don’t worry, these kinds of technicalities aren’t important.

Our apartment is located about 5 minutes from campus on a quiet road. Martina and I live in the upper apartment. It’s simple, small, cozy and I love it. The interior is covered in brick just like the outside of my house in the USA so I always keep a piece of my home in my heart. My room is tiny but for whatever reason, it’s perfect.

Although it does get chilly in the apartment, the window that faces the street always embraces the sunlight throughout the day and cheers up the place. Our neighbors are from Mexico, France, Austria, Germany and other places. We’re a rather multicultural group. Our couch is yellow and comfortable and my new favorite place for writing. The internet is being stubborn today, but pics will come soon!

Being an Indiana girl, I love the simple things in life and this apartment for just starting out on my own, is perfect. Perhaps the fact that I’m starting another semester in a new place (my own place) makes the semester that more exciting. Whatever the reason, I’m happy in my simple, small, lovely apartment on a quiet street in Mexico. They say you gotta start somewhere. Well, this is the somewhere that I feel called to be.

Saludos xoxo

This can’t be real life!

I got over the whole “What the Hell was I thinking” phase pretty quick.  Pretty much the second after we touched down in Munich, I entered the “O.M.G!” phase, and I think this phase is going to last a bit longer than the last one.  Germany is could quite possibly be the coolest place on earth!  After everything we see, I am like “O.M.G!”  Not literally, only newbs and divas actually talk like that, but figuratively.  I don’t sleep much anymore because I am too excited about what the next day will bring! So, if my eyes look bloodshot in the pictures I post, it’s due to lack of sleep; I haven’t been to Amsterdam yet…

We took Mercedes Benz bus to the University after we arrived in Stuggart.  Crazy right?! Mercedes is to Germans like McDonalds in the US; they are everywhere.  I’ll tell you more about it later on in the blog. Get excited!

Once we arrived on campus, Suszanna took us on a walk through town.  That’s when the “O.M.G’s!” really started to roll off my tongue.  (remember, figuratively, not literally) Reutlingen is what one would think of as the quintessential German town.  Google “German houses” and you will see what I am talking about.  As we walked through the town that night on the cobble stone streets with the Christmas lights were hanging above us; I turned to Veronica and was like “This can’t be real life!”  Except it is! Life couldn’t really get any better than this!

We stopped and ate dinner at Piatzo, which is like a fancy Italian fast-food restaurant, kind of like Noodles in Valpo.  I had the Salami Pizza and a Heferweizen; it was delicious! I have discovered a newfound love for pizza and beer, and that I am a lightweight.  Now Mom, I didn’t get drunk the first night, not even close, it was just one of my many discoveries thanks to magnificent Germany! 

The Land of Fairytales

Cambridge from Castle Hill

When I was little, I used to read a lot, like a lot, a lot. The majority was on my own, books I’d picked out from the small school library or books I convinced my parents to get me at the store. But what sticks with me most were the ones my mom and I read together every single night before bed. All the way through fifth grade I would curl up next to her in my parents’ big bed and she would read to me. I only read on my own because it was impossible for her to read to me as much as I wanted to hear, but if I could choose I always preferred her voice over that of the one in my own head.

My mother’s absolute favorite genre, so then of course mine as well, was historical fiction. We read about all sorts of people from princesses in Hawaii at the turn of the century to poor girls in England during the First World War. My favorite series were the American girl books and the Royal Diaries. The one book from the hundreds that I read that comes to mind during my travels thus far is the one about Queen Elizabeth I. Here I am, living in the country she ruled. I used to dream of being royalty, having no idea of the price that that would entail. Then, during the first week of my travels, I got the amazing opportunity to go to the Tower of London and walk around the streets that she lived in. All the names and the stories came rushing back to me, Queen Mary, King Henry the VII, Jane Grey, and there I was. I intensely studied the crowns they wore, the armor they fought in, and the stones upon which they died. It’s definitely hard to wrap your head around, but it is also one of the coolest things I’ve ever done in my entire life.

Tower of London

I’ve had a lot of those coolest-in-my-entire-life moments since I have been here. I landed six days ago. The first drop jaw moment I had was when I was waiting in the New York airport for my flight and realized that everyone around me had this lovely British accent and they were all so interesting. A man two rows behind me had broken out his guitar, yea, his guitar, in an airport, and was just rocking out. The lady who needed by me said “Cheers” instead of “Thank-you,” and I was just elated. Then I got on the plane and found my seat. I didn’t get a wink of sleep the entire flight, maybe I was too excited or maybe it was the awkward German man who kept falling asleep in my lap, or maybe it was a combination of the two. Either way, when we approached London and I saw the pretty lights in the shallow darkness of morning twinkling back at me, I couldn’t wipe the ridiculous smile off of my excited face. I watched the cars driving the opposite way on the roads and even from thousands of feet above them, I found it hard to comprehend all the differences that I was so excited to experience.

The ADORABLE British Taxis

St. Stephen's Tower (holds Big Ben)

The next couple days flew by in a blur of jet-lagged bouts of tiredness, squeals of “that _______ (insert anything here) is so adorable and British!!”, and long walks around Cambridge. Before I knew it, I was on my way with my thirteen other comrades into the big city of London! The arrival into King’s Cross Station was exciting, but nothing compared to the moment we came around the corner and spotted the tower housing the most famous bell in history (Big Ben is the name of the bell, not the tower!). At that very moment, the clouds that had been hovering over us all day separated into lovely bunches allowing the sunlight to stream down and send lens flares into all of my shots. The blue sky made its appearance and it was like London, with Big Ben and Parliament, were just begging to be photographed, and I happily obliged.

The next day we went to the London tower, the castle of England’s monarchs, and there I was, walking the streets remembering all those stories my mom read to me. I felt like I was cheating her, going there without her, she would love to see this so much. So I tried to take in as much as I could, for her sake. I have so many memories of her wandering around in museums reading every single sign, moving at snail’s pace trying to comprehend every little bit. I did my best to walk in her footsteps that day and I hope one day I can take her there, to the place of our fairytales. I am so blessed to have the chance to come to a place that can make history come alive for me. And I’ve been here less than a week, I cannot wait to see what else Europe has in store for me!

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Week One, No Sweat.

So I’ve been in Mexico for a few days now, but it still feels somewhat surreal. Traveling to Mexico was not as big of a deal as I thought it would have been. We had a little trouble finding the Amigos Internacionales from the university who were supposed to meet us at the gate, but we found them before we bought our bus tickets to go to Puebla.

The bus dropped us off at a station from where we then had to take a cab to get to UDLAP. The cab driver dropped us each off at our dorms, which were in all different spots of course. I went into the reception area of the dorm and they asked me for my student ID number, which of course I didn’t have. Luckily they were able to look up my name and give it to me. My RA, Pepe, showed me where my suite was and then helped me and some other international students go to the International Office to find out what was on the agenda for Orientation Week.

After that, some other Valpo students and I went hunting for someplace to eat. We stumbled upon this little restaurant that sold “oriental tacos,” which are just like tacos in the United States except the tortilla is a little thicker. The people at the restaurants probably thought we were idiots because we tried to order a “for here” order at the “to go” register. But they were nice and told us to sit down and brought us menus. So it all worked out. After that we wondered around campus, which was completely deserted for an hour or so and then went around and saw each other’s suites. No one else had moved in yet because classes still didn’t start for a week, so we had the suites all to ourselves.

For our first few days here, we had orientation type events. It felt like freshmen year all over again. I met so many people and probably forgot their names like two minutes later. There are people from all over the world here, which has been really interesting. The only problem is that everyone speaks English. Most of the international students from Europe and from other places abroad find it easier to speak English than Spanish. So it is going to be very easy to use English instead of Spanish, which is rather frustrating considering I’m here to improve my Spanish speaking abilities. I’ve been trying to make an effort. Hopefully that will persist. I found out today that my roommate doesn’t speak English, so hopefully that will help me out a bit.

On Tuesday a bunch of the International students and some of the Amigos Internacionales went out to a Karaoke bar. It was a fun place, but the drinks were kind of watered down. We went out every night after that, which made me feel burned out by the end of the week. The Mexicans told us that students at UDLAP usually go out every night of the week with the exception of Sunday. I know that I won’t be able to keep up with them, especially because I want to maintain a high GPA this semester.

We took a tour of Cholula and Puebla during this week as well. The pyramid in Cholula was pretty awesome. When the amigos told us that we were going to see the pyramid, I immediately thought of the pyramids in Egypt. So it was quite a surprise when the bus dropped us off at the pyramid and it looked like there was nothing there except a hill. We went into a tiny museum that showed a miniature model of the entire pyramid. It looked a lot cooler from this view. The pyramid was built on three levels. We had the opportunity to climb this giant staircase that led to one level. It didn’t look like it would be that hard, but it was very easy to get dizzy very quickly. They amigos told us to walk up and down the stairs in a zigzag formation to avoid the dizziness. It seemed to help a bit. At the top of the pyramid was a church that had been built by the Spanish. It was highly ornate and there were statues and paintings everywhere. It was a little strange for me to be snapping pictures while I was there though because they were people worshipping within the space. It just didn’t feel right to be treating this sacred space like a tourist attraction.

The following day we went on a tour of the center of Puebla. We toured more churches that were decorated in the Baroque style. The architecture and the decoration within the church clearly showed a European influence. Our tour guide, who is an UDLAP history student, told us that when we walked through the door of the large cathedral, our sins would be forgiven. Several students on the tour walked through the door a bunch of times just to make absolutely sure that all of their sins wouldbe absolved. Haha. By Saturday, all of the planned orientation eventswere over.After meeting

up with some other Valpo students and some new friends we made from Austrailia, we ran into one of the amigos internacionales, Pedro, and he took us on an impromptu tour of Cholula, which was rather helpful. We foundout about a lot more bars, clubs, and restaurants that we didn’t know existed. There was this one place that the Mexicans call “Container City.” It’s basically a bunch of shops, bars, and nightclubs that are housed in these old giant storage containers. Apparently it’s a very hipster-ish place. I’m not really sure if I’m hipster enough to be there, but I’ll probably end up making a trip over there at some point.

On Sunday we made another impromtu trip to the pyramid in Cholula. We got a little lazy and decided to take a bus back to campus. At first public transportation was a bit scary, but all you have to do is ask the bus driver if they stop at the place you are headed to. After that, we met up with some other people and went to a place called Rok Pub to watch the Packers game. I’m not really that into football, but it was stillfun chatting with all the people who came with.

Classes are already starting this coming week, and I’m a bit nervous about them. I’m sure they’ll be fine and I’m just having those before school jeeters. Hopefully the rest of this semester will be as fun as this first week has been!

It Ain’t Easy….

Being abroad. Yes, it’s exciting learning about new cultures and discovering and exploring.

It’s ain’t easy though. You get hit with problems that make you want to pull your hair out and cry out s.o.s.

Let’s face it. Life is hard enough as it is. Being abroad can just make it ten times harder. I don’t believe in sharing my deepest problems on the internet but let’s just say right now, it ain’t easy being abroad for me.

Reaching your dream and living it aren’t easy and sometimes the hardest thing you will ever do. Thankfully, life experiences have prepared me for this. It’s just hard to keep your faith alive when life is hard and you’re miles away from home.

Hopefully meditating on this quote will help:

“Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted in spite of your changing moods.”
~C.S. Lewis~

Saludos

“What the Hell was I thinking?!”

The whole Reutlingen Crew. See you in May!

The whole Reutlingen Crew. See you in May!

For the past 48 hours I have had only one recurring thought going through my head: “What the Hell was I thinking?!!!”

Here’s how it all went down: I had my last dinner with the family the night before I was going to leave for Germany.  During dinner, I kept thinking about was how I was nowhere near ready to leave the country! I hadn’t even really started packing!! eeekkk What was I thinking? What were my parents thinking? I am a disorganized, irresponsible, self-centered, and not to mention accident prone, 20 year-old.  I mean, really, who in their right mind would allow me to leave the country??

Luckily, Eric my ex-boyfriend who was just in Germany this past semester was on Skype that night to aid me in the packing process. He also calmed me down after every single freak out, and there were a lot. (We are still on good terms…Obviously.) I didn’t finish packing until around 3:30 in the AM… Go me!  After finally falling asleep my mom walked in the room singing a little tune about how it was time to get up and get my butt out of the country.  I don’t really remember the words because I had my head buried in my pillow.  However, once she saw all the crap that I had packed, her sweet little tune turned into more of a rage as she flipped-out about how it would be impossible for me to cram it all on the plane. We had a little knock-down-drag-out about the whole packing situation, but we resolved in the end with minimal tears. I can’t really blame her for being angry; there was a lot. Although in my defense, I only brought the bare necessities in my two oversized rolling duffel bags, my medium sized purple carryon, my camera bag, and of course my backpack.  And you wouldn’t believe it, but I got it all on the plane! Win!!! Not to toot my own horn, but…. “TOOT!”

When we finally made it to the airport where LaDonna gave me my Eurail pass; then, I proceeded to go and check my luggage for the first time in my life.  A few choice words went through my head, but I won’t disclose them here.  Email me if you want to know.  Even with those PG13 thoughts rolling through my head, I did it! I actually put on my “Big-girl Panties,” and successfully checked my luggage on my own. Double win!!  We grabbed some pictures of the Reutlingen and Cambridge groups then we were off to security, which I also cleared!  I was on a roll!

While we were waiting to board flight 907 destination Munich I had my last meal, a Big Mac with large fries and a large Diet Coke, an American Classic.  As I was sitting there enjoying my scrumptiously greasy treat, the only thought running through my head was once again, “Good Golly Molly! I am going to Germany! What the Hell was I thinking….”

Holidays in Mexico V: A Peaceful Christmas and New Year

“Tranquila” my Mexican friends always tell me….take it easy, embrace tranquility.

Let’s face it: everybody wants tranquility but never seems to get it-especially during the holiday season. Is it because of our extremely ambitious culture? Maybe it is the desire to get more? Perhaps we allow our troubled pasts to hinder our present and blacken our future? Also, I believe the US culture encourages this type of lifestyle. Stress and over ambition makes the world go round it seems. Isn’t the constant overworking and worrying to be more and more successful the way of life? I mean the Jones’ family and all their stuff is looking better and better every day. A Christmas and New Year’s in Mexico taught me an important lesson in that.

Casandra preparing the dressing for the turkey we all made for our New Year's dinner.

My holidays were spent in the sunny state of Oaxaca located in the south of Mexico in the capital city (also named Oaxaca). During a total of two weeks, I stayed with two dear friends and their families. We often went to the center of Oaxaca city. The center was always dressed up in golden lights with loads of poinsettias everywhere you could imagine. Musicians played lively music while tourists and Mexicans sat in the cafes conversing or walking around the center soaking up the peaceful beauty of Christmas.

Without a doubt, it was the most relaxing Christmas ever. Although we did many activities such as putting up decorations, preparing food and going to dinners, I found myself taking time and doing things slower and actually enjoying the activity. It was a change from the usually rushed way of doing things in the US. On Christmas Day, when I spoke to my parents, I mentioned that although I am proud to be an American, it bothers me how competitive and over-ambitious we are with our celebration of the holidays. It’s like we have to have the best light decorations on the street, the best and most expensive gifts-it all becomes a competition and a sad one at that.

In the center of Oaxaca city...a peaceful beauty.

It is true that materialism is strong in Mexico like it is in any country but there’s more of simplicity and tranquility here. It was a good lesson for me not only during the holiday season but for the normal days as well. Being ambitious is good and needed for success. However, when we start overworking and being too ambitious with ourselves, it kills our inner serenity and hope for the world. Our inner light (or the presence of God or however you wish to think of it as) is crushed and demolished and we get blandness for life like a box of rocks.

Basically, it’s time we take a breather. Like the people in Oaxaca, enjoy your holidays and the normal days too. Be ambitious and be competitive-just not to excess. Tranquility is possible in this world if we allow ourselves to embrace it-even the Jones’ can’t compare to that.

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This is the final blog post on the “Holidays in Mexico” series. More posts coming soon on my second semester here in Mexico. Here’s wishing the best to you and your loves ones.

Saludos!

Holidays in Mexico IV: Grateful for 2010

Ok, so this is a quick post. I’m at Casandra’s house right now and we are getting ready to welcome 2011 with friends of her family. We’ve been cooking a delicious turkey all afternoon and am ready to eat. However, first I want to share some reasons why 2010 has made me so grateful. Being grateful in the present seems to create a foundation for abundance in the future…what better time to do this than on New Year’s Eve?

1. MEXICO!! (ok, yeah, that’s an obvious one)

2. God: no longer the jerk I thought he was but rather the light and love that is the center of my life. I learned that at a Valpo spiritual retreat back in March.

3. Friends: such a variety of friends! Some are just like me others are international, gay, different religions, etc….it’s beautiful!

4. Food: it has never tasted better here than in Mexico!

5. Spanish: it has caused me much stress, frustration but has opened my world as well.

6. Family: especially parents….we have been through so much hardship together but they still support my dreams and always inspire me to keep working hard and to never give up.

7. Dance: freedom of movement has given me freedom in life…gives me so much confidence (now that is sexy right there).

8. This blog: I’ve been given the opportunity to reach a wide audience and combine two of my passions: writing and exploring other cultures.

Yeah, I could go on and on.

Thank you to all of my dear readers who support my passion for writing and read this blog.

I want to end by using a quote (because I’m sentimental like that). May we live our lives as such:

“We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Holidays in Mexico Part III: Homeless and No Family but Never Alone!

Another Christmas has passed. The night before on Christmas Eve, we ate at the house of our friend Josue and his family. My, what a delicious meal we had! The combination of family, laughter and warmth made me feel bittersweet about being away from home but happy to be joining together with this lively family as well. Christmas day didn’t go as glorious as I had hoped but was grateful for the quiet time that was spent with Cynthia and her family. We relaxed, ate (more) food and watched about four hours of “Glee” with Cynthia’s sister Rebecca. Relaxing at Cynthia’s house has been a needed break and I’m grateful for her family’s hospitality.

Now, plans have changed-again (I’m finding this to be very consistent here in Mexico). Cynthia and her boyfriend Martin on their way to the beautiful state of Chiapas. Due to financial circumstances (gotta pay the rent!), I wasn’t able to join them and had to plan my next phase of my “Holidays in Mexico” adventure. The past couple of days consisted of me calling, facebooking and texting friends in either the cities of Cholula (my “hometown” here in Mexico) or in Oaxaca (where I’m currently at).

This is where it’s nice to have friends-lots of kind and warm people. I contacted my friend Casandra and asked if I could stay at her place with her family this week. As I sat on the corner in Oaxaca city, I was homeless for about 10 minutes as Cynthia left and I waited for Casandra and her father to pick me up. It was another phase of my vacation about to begin. Driving to Casandra’s house reminded me so much of my beautiful state of Indiana. Yes, you can take the girl out of the country but can never take the country out of the girl!

Josue’s family Christmas tree…I love it!

Entering the house of Casandra, I met her family members. Note: when a Mexican tells you, mi casa es tu casa (my house is your house)-they literally mean it. Her mother introduced herself as “mama” and enforced the idea that this was my house too. For dinner, we ate rice with chicken in red mole sauce that made me so grateful to have a love for Mexican food. The family kept the conversation rolling as they asked me about more places to visit in Oaxaca, my studies, journeys in Mexico, friends, etc. To end the night, Casandra and her sister Natasha and I finished off the night watching TV-believe me, I was in need of a Will Ferrel comedy.

Technically speaking, during this season, I am homeless (as waiting to move into my apartament in January) and without any biological family members (I doubt I will ever find a long-lost Mexican cousin). It’s been weeks living out of a suitcase and in different homes. I love the anticipation of meeting a friend’s family and wondering what delicious food you’re going to eat or what you’re going to discover about their family and culture. Plus, my Spanish improves dramatically when with families.

However, let’s face it-they’re not your family and you’re not in your country. Despite that, it’s really difficult for me to feel alone here. When I walk into a home never visited and told during an introduction, “this is your home too, visit when you like” or a mother tells me, “my daughter, you are always welcome”, it’s a special thing.

Maybe they’re not my parents or brothers or aunts but I can’t help but feel a part of something and it inspires me to be a better daughter, sister, cousin, niece, granddaughter to my family. Call it an act of faith, but the technicalities of being homeless and without family are irrelevant here-because in fact, I am never alone…ever.

It’s not always greener on the other side (of the pond)

It’s December 26th and I still find myself saying “happy Christmas” here in Chicago. The cars are massive, people are less polite, and portions seem too much for any human. Being home for the holidays has been a mixed bag of nostalgic longing for the cobblestone culture of Cambridge, and the warm feeling of family and friends whom I’ve missed dearly.

I carried more than a few English phrases with me from Cambridge. It’s easy for travelers to develop a snobby Stockholm syndrome with their destinations; I cringe when I hear crass comparisons between stereotypes of cultures. “The way they it is so much better,” or “Wow, how American of you.”

Coming home, I’ve learned to define what it means to be culturally American. The idea of American culture as being vacuous and vapid is somewhat inaccurate. One professor of mine proclaimed the American four-way stop as a sign of the highly civilized nature of American driving (I laughed in his face).

The truth is, much of the pretentious attitude carried by study abroad students comes from a nasty case of “the grass is greener on the other side.” The great cities of the world – Paris, London, Rome – all have citizens who dream of visiting the great American cities – Chicago, New York, San Francisco.

I try not to be a travel snob, and occasionally it comes through. So forgive me, and forgive the rest of us.

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