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It’s People Not Places

Edinburgh from bridge

Their thick Scottish accent only allowed me to understand about every other word that they were saying, but I didn’t much mind because they were just so nice. You could feel the exuberance flowing off of them, as if telling us about their beautiful place of worship helped them feel closer to it. Only about halfway through their introduction to the Cathedral did they even tell us that they were married, but it made sense. This couple was by far the kindest people I’d met since my flight over the pond almost three weeks ago.
We only ended up in Glasgow because when we told our history professor that we were going to Scotland he told us that we won’t have seen Scotland without seeing Glasgow. After he said that, we altered our plans (which were for Edinburgh all weekend) and fit in Glasgow on Sunday. When we told Professor Murphy our good news, he asked us why on earth we were going to Glasgow on a Sunday because everyone there will just be hung over or maybe in church. Awesome. Well, against Murphy’s “better” judgment we made plans to go to Edinburgh on Thursday after class and stay there until Sunday when we would go to Glasgow.

Right after class on Thursday we took a taxi to the train station and hopped on the first of our three trains to Edinburgh. The first two trains were pretty quick but the last one took an entire four hours. The time went relatively quickly and before we knew it we were getting off the train and searching for a taxi. We quickly found the queue for a taxi and found a large taxi that would accommodate us all, but the bigger problem came when we told the taxi driver where we wanted to go. “High Street Hostel, please.” To which the taxi driver responded, “Grapwoi knsdnf oiwndn owei ponf?” At least that’s what it sounded like to us. “High Street Hostel? 8 Blackfriar’s Street?” Repeating those words over and over we eventually ended up at our hostel.
It was perfect! Our hostel was right in the middle of everything and it was truly amazing. Right off the bat, we were amazed at the beauty of the city and the architecture of Edinburgh. After a cheap dinner at a wonderful pub, we walked the (VERY cold) streets before we went back to our hostel and settled down for the night.

Edinburgh Castle

The next morning we walked the very short distance from our hostel to the castle, stopping along the way for some delicious breakfast at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant. The stone castle towers over the city with volcanic cliffs plunging down from either side. The tickets to the castle may have been the most expensive thing we paid for all weekend, but it was so incredibly worth it. With cannons protruding from the walls from 360 degrees and buildings dating back to many various eras, the castle just oozed character. In addition, since the castle was built on the top of a dormant volcano, every way you looked off of its defensive walls you saw picturesque Edinburgh cascading down below.
After the castle, we went to Scotland’s National Gallery. Now maybe I’ve just never been to any real art museums, but this was amazing. There is something about seeing Van Gogh’s name by a canvas covered in his brush strokes that left me in awe. In addition to Van Gogh, I saw works by Rembrandt, Monet, Raphael, Botticelli, and by far my favorite were the works by Degas. I grew up seeing copies of his paintings of ballerinas in every studio I ever danced in, so seeing one in real life was really fantastic for me. Plus it was free!

Me, Cliffs, Edinburgh, Canadian

The next day we did something truly awesome which none of the guidebooks recommended. Close to town were two hills, one boasting multiple monuments and the city’s observatory. The other hill was much higher with sheer cliffs on one side. We walked them both and they both offered superb picture taking opportunities. The city was bathed in the glowing light of midday sun and it was just perfect. Not to mention we did all of this with our fun Canadian friend that we had met in the hostel. Hostel folk are just fantastic; you can meet interesting people from all stages in life who are trying to see the world, just like you.

That night we took a tour of the cavernous rooms lurking below the Scottish streets of Edinburgh. They were spooky for sure, but definitely had a dark and interesting path. With each new turn, a story was told showing some dark aspect of that room or corridor’s past. Not for people who are easily spooked, but definitely an interesting stop on our journey. However, no thanks to the complimentary whiskey that tasted like death itself.
After the short train ride the following morning we stepped out of the train station and into a Glasgow town square, abandoned by everyone but Santa. Yes, you read that correctly. Every direction there were clusters of people dressed like Santa. Within the walking of the first block we found there source with a big sign that said “Glasgow Santa Dash 2010”. Maybe it got delayed or maybe Glasgow doesn’t realize that Santa is usually reserved for December and that it is no longer 2010, who knows? Almost as entertaining as the “art” we found at the free Modern Art Museum we went to next…

Modern Art? Ok...

Then we walked to the Glasgow Cathedral which was just getting out of church. Before we could go into the main part of the church, the nicest couple ever met us and started telling us all about the cathedral, what was there, when it was built, how beautiful it was, everything. They were just so nice and happy to share with us. It really touched my heart, reminding me of the warmth of my own grandparents and my own church and even home. As abandoned and hung over as Glasgow, Scotland may have been that chilly Sunday morning in January, I found there a little piece of home. My dad always says, “It’s people not places,” I just know how amazing it is to experience a weekend where I get the best of both.

Goodnight, Scotland

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The more, the merrier.

This sentiment was shared with me during a one-year-old’s birthday party with at least 100 people.  However, this concept has definitely applied to a lot more than people in the past week.  Such as:

The More…

Talking

Food

Information

Music

Soccer (There are so many fields and signs and statues and decorations EVERYWHERE)

All of these things have come together in multiple forms to provide a wonderful start to these next 4 months.  The places we visited and speakers we heard from last week provided us with so much to think about that we often have trouble straightening out our own opinions in our heads.  This weekend we did our first homestay with families in Soweto and I know that even though we were separated from each other, we all gained valuable insight into the lives of South Africans.

It’s hard to know where to start, but since the homestay was the highlight so far, I’ll just give a brief overview of the places we’ve been since I wrote the first time.

Wednesday we started the morning out with two speakers at the Khotso House in downtown Johannesburg.  We first heard from Eddie Mikue who is the Secretary General of the South African Council of Churches.  Afterwards we heard from multiple members of the Khulumani Support Group.  In the afternoon we headed to the Apartheid Museum.  The museum takes patrons through the apartheid struggle from the time whites landed in the cape to present day.

On Thursday we heard from 2 representatives of the African National Congress (ANC), a member of the Democratic Alliance (DA), and a researcher on Nuclear issues in South Africa.  The ANC is currently the ruling party in South Africa and has overwhelming majority support because they were the organization that led the freedom movement.  The Democratic Alliance is the closest opposition party, but they only had about 20% of the vote in the last election.  Finally, David Fig discussed with us the downside of using more nuclear energy in this country.

Friday, we heard from the Treatment Action Campaign which focuses on support and treatment of HIV and AIDS.  We also visited Constitution Hill which holds an old jail, an old fort, and the new Constitutional Court.  It is an important landmark for South Africans as it brings together the troubled past of the country and the new freedoms of today.  After lunch at one of the biggest and nicest malls I’ve ever seen, we headed for our first homestay…

Claire, me, and my host family!

For this stay, we were paired with one other student and lived in a house in Soweto for about 2 ½ days.  Fellow Valpo student Claire Simonpetri and I stayed with our host mother, Thandi, her 22-year-old son, Karabo, and her 12-year-old daughter, Kayise.  From the moment we arrived, the family was sweet and welcoming.  While Thandi was preparing dinner, Kayise took us around the neighborhood…or she was supposed to.  We only go to the second house because the neighbor invited us in and we ended up talking for over an hour!  We watched some cricket, too, so Claire and I think we’ve got the basics down.  Hopefully there will be some more cricket-watching in the future.  We just spent the rest of the night talking with our family and watching a movie with Karabo.  Saturday we sat around for a little (because timing hardly ever matters, really) before heading to a mall. (Our fourth of the week, there’s lots of malls in Jo’burg)  We walked around with Kayise while Thandi shopped at the grocery store which was in the mall!  We stopped at McDonald’s on the way home where they had cream soda and it was green!  After a stop at home, we eventually headed to the previously mentioned birthday party which was packed.  I was told this is because when there is a party, the whole street is invited, and when you invite one person, you should really consider it as 10 people.  There is no such thing as not being invited.  And of course, a party with that many people needs plenty of food.  About a half hour in was when they started serving the meal, and then food continued to be served for remaining 3 hours we were there.  After dinner (which we were forced to eat despite being full) came a custard/ice cream/jello dessert followed by juice followed by cookies followed by alcohol.  Once we hit cookies and juice, though, they were just continually served and replenished.  Just when I was getting pretty tired and ready to go, the best part of the party occurred.  Shakira’s Waka Waka began playing and the whole party went crazy.  All of the little kids lined up and started doing the dance from the video and then continued to dance the rest of the time we were there.  All of their moves were better than I could ever imagine and it was crazy and awesome.  Our friends Helen and Lee showed up with their family and we all ended up attempting to dance for a little while.  Saturday night wound down like Friday night and we headed to bed exhausted.

On Sunday we woke up around 8 because we were told that they usually leave for church around 8:40…but of course no one is ever really on time so we left for church at 9 when the service was supposed to start at 9.  Thandi’s church is Roman Catholic where they only speak Sotho and Zulu, but she had gone to the 7 a.m. service so Karabo took us to Grace Bible Church where they speak English.  It was quite an experience.  I’ve only been to one semi-mega church in the United States, but this was definitely a full blown mega church.  In fact, the pastor’s sermon was actually titled “Becoming a Mega Church.”  We were actually seated in the overflow building which was a regular sized gymnasium with bleachers around the top which was also full.  We watched the pastor from the screens on the front.  It was a bit overwhelming, but also interesting to see so many people together worshiping at the same time.  And everyone sang loudly and proudly and often danced as well.  It was especially cool when the pastor invited people to pray with him and everyone was praying in their mother tongue. (side note: children are actually expected to learn the father’s tribal language, not the mother’s!)  It was certainly an experience I’ll never forget.  Sunday afternoon, we visited Thandi’s sister for lunch, then stopped by a friend’s house.  Later that evening, a girl we had met at the party named Hope who is our age came over to say good-bye to us.  Somehow she and Claire ended up talking about running through these fountains in front of Maponya Mall, and what do you know, 20 minutes later we went to the mall and did it!  It was silly and spur of the moment, but so fun.

I learned so much over this weekend, but I was definitely impressed with how friendly everyone we met was.  South Africans are very talkative, which was totally fine with us because there was so much to talk about!  Even though almost every house is surrounded by outer walls and locked gates, the community ties around Soweto are very strong.  There are always people in the streets during the day just playing or talking or working.

I know this was a long one, but I should be able to depend on more consistent internet connections in the near future.  We are now in Pretoria, South Africa, until we leave for Namibia early Wednesday morning!

How to Really Learn Spanish

Learning to speak Spanish. So, you can take a class. Read a book. Do your homework, blah, blah, blah. How do you really learn a language though? Having had a semester in Mexico under my belt, I’ve picked up a few methods that really speed up the learning process. Obviously classes are necessary but these tools have helped me to learn this beautiful language.

1. Listening to Music
Any kind of music that features Spanish is excellent. My friend Ryan suggest listening to reggaeton (artists such as Daddy Yankee) because of its rapid tempo which aids in understanding the high speed in which Spanish speakers talk. You don’t have to understand every word but little bits and pieces is perfect. Reggaeton is amazing!

2. YouTube
Again with the music deal, I love YouTube because you can look up lyrics of the songs and learn new words that way.

3. Reading News

In general, I’m trying to read the news more but especially in Spanish because of the vocabulary build-up. Every time, I read CNN.com in Spanish, I always learn a new word.

4. Facebook/MSN chat

Whatever kind of chat system you use, you can learn so much! Usually, I’m chatting with a Spanish-speaking friend from Mexico and this helps with writing skills. Oftentimes, I’ll ask them a grammar question or they will teach me a new word. It’s a great way to create friendships (perhaps because you’re at the safety of your computer.)

5. Get lunch, go to a salsa club, do SOMETHING!

Getting to know somebody who speaks Spanish via chat is a good start but go plan something. Whether it’s getting a coffee at Starbucks or making plans for a group to go to a salsa club, do it! It’s fun and chill and a great way to meet people. Plus, Mexicans are fun to hang out with and many are very patient with people learning Spanish.

6. Visit a Family

One of the most overwhelming and beautiful ways to learn a language. I’ve visited about 6 or 7 families here in Mexico and every visit involves some kind of frustration because families talk very, very fast but that’s where you really learn your Spanish. My Spanish really improved when I went to visit my ex-boyfriend’s family even though I had trouble understanding them. Either way, you’ll learn a lot and get the chance to experience a very personal and beautiful side of a culture especially in Mexico where family is everything.

7. Throw yourself in and just do it!

Yeah, follow the Nike slogan. Make mistakes and ask questions. Yeah, there’s going to be times that you mess up but the important thing is that you keep trying. Don’t give up on yourself even though a basic conversation is frustrating and you want to quit. Little by little, it’ll get better.

Learning a language is a hair-pulling but exciting experience. I don’t know how else to say it-it’s super cool and a beautiful experience. Good luck and don’t give up!

Ruins, Ruins, and More Ruins: My Weekend in Oaxaca

So this past weekend my roommate Leo asked me if I wanted to go home with him for the weekend. He lives in the state of Oaxaca. Just in case you’re geographically illiterate like myself (I still have no idea how to read a map), Oaxaca is located about 4 hours south of Puebla where the University of the Americas is located. At first I was a bit hesitant because I had kind of made plans with the other international students to do stuff over the weekend. But I figured that I would probably have tons of boring weekends to hang out with them. I mean how often was I going to be able to stay with a Mexican family. So I told Leo that of course I’d love to go.

After my classes were done on Friday, I quickly packed because Leo said we would be leaving at 1.30p. Of course, I should have realized that this was 1.30 Mexican time, which really meant more like 3p. At about 3.30 we finally made it to the bus station. It was really busy and kind of like an airport. They frisked me and used a metal detector wand on my backpack before I boarded the bus. It made me feel safe, but at the same time it was slightly scary to think that they would need to take precautions like this. The bus ride was 4 hours long! I brought homework with. After about 10 minutes of reading short stories by the Mexican author Juan Rulfo for my Mexican literature class, I gave up. I watched just watched the movie that was playing on the bus, which was The Little Mermaid in Spanish…Yep, this was indeed real life.

By the time Leo’s mom picked us up from the bus station, it was about 8.30p. I was really tired and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. Leo had other plans though. He decided to take me on a two and half hour walking tour of Oaxaca! It was a really pretty city, kind of artsy and bohemian. It really reminded me a lot of the place I stayed at in Chile this summer. There were lot of gringos there, a term Latin Americans use to refer to people from North America, Europe, and Australia. We went down a street with bars and nightclubs that looked pretty awesome. My roommate’s not really into partying, so we just walked past those.

Before we took a colectivo, a cab you share with a bunch of people, back to Leo’s house in the suburbs, he bought me this Mexican hot chocolate stuff made out of corn and chocolate and an empanada. I had had empanadas in Chile and they were fried and doughy. Mexican empanadas were basically just quesadillas with a little bit of sauce added.

At like 11p we made it back to Leo’s. His house was pretty typical for the area. He lived across the street from a convenience store. There was a cement façade in front of his house that led to a carport. In his front yard, his family raised chickens, had a lime tree, and kept a pet parrot that they brought inside at night. I was rather taken aback by this because I had never seen anyone really do this before. Inside his house, there was a large nativity scene still set up from Christmas. It was filled with several baby Jesus statues/dolls, a random assortment of Wisemen, and other decorative odds and ends. If you know a thing or two about art, then you might have referred to it as kitsch. If you’re art-phobic, you might have called it tacky. Leo gave me his room to sleep in while he slept on the living room floor. I felt a little awkward about this, but he insisted.

The next morning, Leo’s mom made us homemade quesdillas for breakfast. His dad then dropped us off at a youth hostel downtown from where we took a bus to the ancient ruins at Monte Albán where the ancient culture of the Zapotecs lived. There were pyramids, fortresses, and lots of staircases to climb. Looking at everything was really cool. It was especially interesting because Leo is an archaeology major, so he knew everything about everything at this site. His inner geek definitely came out that day. After we finished looking at the ruins, Leo took me back to all the sites we had gone to the night before so that I could see them in the daylight.

Monte Alabán

We went to a bunch of churches, heaps of them. The highlight of that visit was probably getting to see the photography studio of Manuel Álvarez Bravo, who is this really famous Mexican photographer. I had learned about him last semester in a Latin American art class I had taken. He was famous for taking pictures of Mexican intellectuals, artists, and other famous people in the 30s and 40s. It was really intense just being able to see the space in which he actually worked.

"Portrait of Frida Kahlo" (1931) by Manuel Álvarez Bravo

After that grand adventure, we returned to Leo’s house. Leo had come home that weekend because it was his sister’s 18th birthday and they were having a family party, which of course I was obligated to go to. Family parties are usually awkward. This one was especially bad because I didn’t know anyone there and everyone spoke Spanish. I tried making conversation with some people sitting at my table, but I ended up making a fool of myself. Oh well…C’est la vie. Anyway, it was an eye opening experience. At least now I know how much work I have to do with my conversational Spanish.

After surviving that horrendous experience, Leo took me to another set of ruins in Mitla the next morning. The ruins at Mitla were smaller and had been built by another ancient culture whose name escapes me at the moment (sorry, Leo told me about so many things about Mexican history this weekend that I had trouble remembering all of it). After the ruins, we went to see this tree located at a nearby church that was 2,000 years old and supposedly the widest tree in the world. We had some transportation issues getting there and back. The bus broke down on the way there and apparently didn’t go the other way back home. We had to take a taxi and another bus before finally getting back to Leo’s house.

I finally got back to UDLAP at 2am. I was really tired and had class the next day at 9a. I could barely stay awake in class on Monday, but it was seriously worth it. I was so glad I went!

Náhuatl, erotic literature & lots of free time. Yep, definitely not in Valpo anymore.

The random lake in the center of campus. A nice place to take a break in between classes.

Classes started a few days ago…They have certainly been an experience. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I have a Mexican culture class that seems like it will be really interesting. We’ll be learning about everything from the formation and influence of Náhuatl, which is the native language of the Aztecs, to the role of women in contemporary Mexican politics.

I’m also taking a class on Mexican literature that sounds right up my alley. On the first day of class, instead of telling us to just introduce ourselves with the standard name, major, country of origin, our professor asked us to tell about our life stories from birth until now. The prof is fascinating. She’s from Argentina and married a Mexican engineer. She has two master degrees and two doctorate degrees and her research focuses on the deconstruction of gender in Spanish erotic literature. Needless to say I had a total GEEK OUT moment when I heard all of this. The prof is your standard eccentric academic type who just does whatever and makes no apologies for it. I just love people like that.

One of the books I'm looking forward to reading in my Mexican literature class.

I’m supposed to be taking this nifty community service class where we get to work a few hours a week at an organization of our choosing. For the month of January, we are supposed to be meeting with the organizations and trying to figure out which will be the best fit for us. The class time block is supposed to be on Monday. Of course, the times the organizations are supposed to visit campus are scheduled on everyday except Monday and at times when most of the international students have class. Usually I would get frustrated by this, but now I’m just kind of like, “whatever, this is how things work in Mexico.” Who am I, as an outsider to this culture, to critique this.

I went to my first translation class yesterday and realized very quickly that it was just going to be way too difficult for me. The class was composed of both Mexican and International students, all of whom had a better control of both languages than I probably ever will. I decided right after class to drop it. UDLAP has this policy where you can only drop and add courses during the first three days of the semester. It was just my luck that I decided that I didn’t want to take this class on the last day that I had to drop it. I spent three hours trying to drop that class and get into a class about Mexican Civilization. It was a bit scary because I had to talk to all the administrative people in Spanish. Somehow I managed to communicate my ideas across to them. After volleying back and forth between the foreign language department chair and my international advisor, I finally got it all straightened out.

What I was not prepared for over these past few days is not having anything to do. I only have one or two classes a day and none of them have really assigned any time consuming homework. This has resulted in a lot of boredom, hours on Facebook, and reading the one or two books I brought with me. Most of the other international students are having similar troubles. I’m hoping that once more activities get going on campus and once my class workload starts to pick up.

Last night I also went to La Casa Verde, which is this campus ministry-type place that is located off campus. It was your standard, run of the mill campus ministry. The missionary discourse was a bit much for me. This business of “empowerment” really turns me off. It’s just really theologically problematic to me. But perhaps I’ll give it another chance before I totally write it off.

Other than that, things have been pretty calm around here. I’m starting to settle into my surroundings and get to know this place well. Yesterday I finally met all of my suitemates and they are a lot friendlier now that that initial ice has been broken. Overall my experiences in Mexico continue to be great. Cheers!

I still can't get over how beautiful the campus is here. This is what the anthropology building looks like.

I’m in Africa?!

Yes, I am!

We (myself and 22 other students from various universities across the U.S.) landed safely in Johannesburg, South Africa Sunday evening after nearly 17 hours on a plane.  It was a rather uncomfortable experience, but I’m pretty sure it will be completely worth it.  I keep wondering when it will really hit me that I am here, in a place so different from what I know, for four months.  However, I think it is more of a slowly sinking in process.

The past two days have been a bit of a whirlwind and our schedule for the rest of our time here in Johannesburg looks about the same, but that’s okay because we are learning and seeing so much!  Both today and yesterday we toured different parts of Soweto which is the historically black, impoverished part of Jo’burg.  It was eye-opening and overwhelming at times.  We stopped at Regina Mundi, the most influential catholic church in the city, as well as the Hector Pieterson Museum.  Both of these places are extremely important reminders of the black struggle for liberation.  Regina Mundi was the first church to be shot upon by police, which no one thought would ever happen.  Hector Pieterson turned into a national symbol when, at the age of 13, he was the first child to be killed by police fire.  The museum was all about the Soweto uprising which started in 1976.

Today, we started off at St. Martin’s School in Soweto.  It is a semi-private secondary school and is one of the best performing in the city.  The kids there were wonderful and welcoming and it was a pleasure to walk around to the classrooms talking to them.

My classmates and I with our St. Martin's student guides!

We were impressed to learn that the children are almost all fluent in at least 3 languages, if not more. (There are 11 official languages in South Africa)  They were all disappointed that most of us had not met any celebrities, especially Beyonce!  Everyone was having such a good time connecting with the kids that we were reluctant to leave.

Before lunch, we stopped by Kliptown which is one of the poorest areas in all of Johannesburg.  The people in this part of town still lack their own plumbing; they use communal toilets and water taps. We all agreed that it was difficult to realize that a town such as this existed 5 minutes down the road from a major mall.

We finished our day with a talk from Dale McKinley who discussed the political economy of South Africa.  He was very intriguing and helped us to understand more of the political problems the country has had since the ANC took over government in 1994.

I would love to talk in more detail about everything we’ve done, but if I started, this post would be 3 pages long!  So feel free to contact me with any questions or comments throughout the semester!

These past two days have been great and I cannot wait to keep learning.  Tomorrow, we head to downtown Jo’burg which we haven’t seen yet; we’ll also be going to the Apartheid Museum.  Can’t wait to see what the rest of our time here will bring…

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!

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