Blogger: Janelle Bouman
Location: Utrecht, Netherlands
Major: Biology with minors in Chemistry and Humanities
I chose to study abroad because I’m really passionate about traveling and experiencing other cultures. Studying abroad is the perfect opportunity to do this. I am really looking forward to expanding my horizons by immersing myself in another culture, and sharing my adventures through photos and writing!
Blogger: Rachel Silcox
Location: Utrecht, Netherlands
I chose to study abroad because I wanted to experience a small honors college in Europe. This program was organized through Christ College, so my studies there will be centered in the humanities and liberal arts. Normally at Valpo, I take many quantitative courses, and while I do enjoy these, in today’s society, quantitative solutions are not always the best ones. I am looking forward to taking many humanities courses to better comprehend and resolve misrepresentation, misunderstanding, and conflict. I am most excited to make new friends from many different cultures. University College Utrecht, where I am studying, is an international community focused in the liberal arts and sciences and I am excited to be part of such a place.
Blogger: Zoe Henkes
Location: San José, Costa Rica
Major: Biochemistry and a Spanish minor
Studying abroad in college is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I am eager to be immersed in the Costa Rican culture, improve on my Spanish-speaking skills, and take part in an amazing journey of learning and personal growth. I am most excited about meeting my host family. It is so cool to have a “second family” to get to know and love!
Author: Jessica Hanson
Location: Newcastle, Australia
I can’t believe it’s already been a week since I left the United States, yet I also can’t believe it’s only been that long. The past seven days have been filled with experiences that literally could be once-in-a-lifetime occurrences. I can’t possibly relay all the details of my adventures, but I figured I’d give you a few highlights and a small glimpse into what Aussie life looks like so far!
The adventure started with my 10-hour layover in Los Angeles. This was my first time ever on the West Coast, let alone California! I was a little bit apprehensive about exploring a new city all by myself, but with my backpack locked and my newly-downloaded Uber app in tow, I was ready to head out. My journey began with navigating the free shuttle bus system, where the shuttle bus driver showed me the best place to hop a fence and make it across the street to the California-famous In-N-Out Burger. With my belly full, I took my first Uber to Manhattan Beach and Boardwalk. 
I couldn’t believe how pretty the beach was, as picturesque as it is on calendars and postcards. The sun was shining bright over the clear blue waters and fine white sand, and to me, this was “real California” (although I’m sure this would offend a true Californian!) At the end of the Pier was Roundhouse Aquarium where I was able to touch star fish and sea urchins- kind of cool I’d say! Next stop was Venice Beach, another typical tourist stop with the street lined with shops and artwork stands of all kinds. A vanilla cone took the edge off of the hot California sun as I continued up to my final stop at Santa Monica Pier. Santa Monica Pier is the Navy Pier of Los Angeles- Ferris Wheel and Bubba Gump restaurant included! I walked down the pier far enough to see this wonderful art stand advertising my very own name (what a coincidence!) before I decided I was hot and tired and ready to head back to the airport.
I won’t go into the boring details of the 14+ hour flight between Los Angeles and Sydney other than to say that I was thankful that at least Australia welcomed me with the beautiful colors of sunrise over the ocean at my 6:30 am arrival. It was really weird realizing I left LA on the 18th and arrived in Sydney on the 20th, meaning the 19th of July completely disappeared…Anyway, with no time to explore Sydney, me and fellow Valpo student Aaron cleared customs and found our shuttle bus that took us 20 minutes away to the domestic terminal (because we totally would have been able to figure that out on our own.) Our first impressions of Australia on the shuttle bus were A) that there weren’t many American cars on the road but B) at least there was American music! The flight to Cairns was short and sweet where we finally met our lovely coordinator Indigo, a law student at University of Newcastle and our guide and helping hand for the rest of the semester. Cairns is in Queensland, Australia, way up north where the weather was still warm and tropical (thank goodness I didn’t have to say goodbye to my beautiful summer quite yet!) The first night in Cairns was a relaxed night of meeting my fellow Americans on the trip, exploring the city, and getting a small taste of what Australian nightlife is like.
The next morning, bright and early at 8 am, we were up and ready for our day exploring the rain forest! After a light buffet breakfast (with their glass bottles of juice and various types of delicious 
carbs), we headed out to Rainforestation and Wildlife Nature Park. We fit a LOT into a few hours so my apologies if this gets too long! First stop was lunch, where I tried a passion fruit for the first time and had crocodile soup! Other members of the trip decided to try the kangaroo kebabs- don’t worry, kangaroo is a delicacy only because the population is flourishing, much like the excessive deer population in Wisconsin! After lunch came my personal favorite part of the trip- holding a Koala! Say hi to Kia, my new furry friend and source of joy for a mere 60 seconds as this picture was being taken. Fun fact- Queensland is the only state in Australia where it is legal to touch a koala; the population is endangered and protected in the rest of the country. Up next was the tour of Aboriginal culture, the Djabuganydji tribe, the native peoples of the Queensland rain forest.
The tour included traditional face painting, an introduction to the native plants of the forest, boomerang throwing lessons, a didgeridoo tutorial, and a dance show (featuring yours truly as a special guest in the Shake-a-leg dance.) 
Next stop was a tour through the forest on the Army Ducks (a vehicle made for WWII that serves both as a tank and a boat too!). My favorite plant was the Australian tree fern, a beautiful addition to the canopy and- fun fact- a species dating back to the time of the dinosaurs! Our adventures at the Rainforestation park concluded with a brief tour of the wildlife park with all the favorite furry animals of Australia.
We ended the day with a trip on the Skyrail over the rain forest before heading back to home base at Gilligan’s Backpacker’s Resort for the night.
And now the trip you’ve all been waiting for, or at least the one I have been dreaming of since I was a wee lad (yes, that’s Irish, not Aussie)- REEF DAY! We walked down to the marina bright and early to set foot on our tour boat for the day- Passions of Paradise (one of the few locally-owned companies of the area so check them out if you ever make it over to Australia!) It was 2+ hours from the coast to the location of the reef and although it was overcast when we left the shore, the sun was shining in the open ocean by the time we reached our destination. When the boat parked, me and most of my other travel mates got ready for our Scuba Diving adventure. I had never scuba-dived before, but I knew I would never get the chance to scuba-dive in the Great Barrier Reef again, so I knew I couldn’t miss out on this opportunity. The dive 
lasted only about 25 minutes- but it was absolutely spectacular! I know many of you will ask about the condition of the reef and if it’s really as bad as people say it is. It’s true that the colors of the reef were much less vibrant than I would have expected, but the diversity of wildlife was still phenomenal, and the reef was by no means “dead,” although I could see how it is not in full health. Nonetheless, it was amazing how many different species of fish there were, and the reef still seemed very much “alive” (at least in my non-expert opinion.) Later in the afternoon, we changed locations, and it was time to snorkel in the reef for an hour. This was almost more exciting than the scuba-diving because I was able to just float on the water and stare at the fish in awe. I was also fortunate enough to see a reef shark and a sea turtle!!! I about screamed when I saw it just hanging out on the bottom; it was pretty young but looked to be in good health. The experience of scuba-diving and snorkeling in the reef was incredible and I am so grateful that it was part of my CISabroad experience and orientation up in Cairns.
By now, I’m officially settled on campus and getting into the swing of life here at Uni (short for University). I’ve had more adventures already but I think that’s enough excitement for one day!
Thanks for reading and I’ll keep you updated on my next big adventure here in Australia 😊
Cheers,
Jessica
Author: Emma Chelsvig
Location: Chennai, India
Perhaps this has been the most striking facet of India for me. During the final two weeks of my time in India, I traveled to the north with my parents. New cities brought plenty of new challenges—challenges which would first lead me to search for a sense of normalcy. But just as I did in Chennai, I found myself sinking into each city that we toured. With an open mind and help from local guides, my habit of judging things at face value subsided. New dimensions of the cities were revealed, and I witnessed a portion of the depth that is found in India.
On our first day in Varanasi, my family and I blindly walked through the alleyways that run along the Ganges River. The narrow and dark alleyways twisted and turned like a labyrinth, only to display a new set of shop keepers, residences, and cows that looked identical to the ones around the previous corner. The alleyways were incredibly disorienting. Furthermore, they buzzed with blankets of flies and reeked from cow patties that lay scattered along the cobblestone pathway. However, within 24 hours, Varanasi had me hooked. In the dingy alleyways were these nooks that were bustling with life and notable activity. If you were to turn the correct corner and peer past a rickety wooden shutter, you would see a man weaving a sparkling silk sari on a hand loom. Around the next dark corner might be a man sitting cross-legged on a ledge with a large metal cauldron before him. Peek inside the doorway beside him, and you would enter into this man’s quaint café that sells the city’s tastiest handmade lassi. While the alleyways initially overwhelmed my family and I and provided us with uncertainty, they soon exposed the wealth of incredible life that exists within India.
A similar experience occurred in Delhi. My parents and I walked through the hectic and tangled mess of Old Delhi. The narrow streets were crammed with parked scooters, vendors frying up samosas, rickshaws holding their snoozing drivers, and pedestrians navigating around the traffic. But tucked away in a deserted corner was an underpass. A guide led us through this pitch-black passageway—one that only locals would be able to find—and after walking through, it we emerged onto a series of thriving alleyways. The alleyway that we entered onto held shops that were selling intricately adorned fabrics to eager women. Here in these alleyways, we arrived at yet another dimension that existed. Who would have thought that another layer of life was thriving within the hectic roads of Old Delhi?
In India, there have been constant surprises—it never ceases to amaze. When I first arrived I was bombarded with noises, odors, and colors whirling around me. Now that I have journeyed to multiple cities in India, I have learned that the country is even more intricate and multi-layered than it presents itself to be. Hidden in dark and forbidding corners lay passageways that open onto bustling lives.
Blogger: Cody McWhirter
Location: Sydney, Australia
Major: Business Analytics
I chose to study abroad to experience a different way of teaching. I believe it will further help me understand my major. I also want to see the world, and this is a great opportunity to do so. I am most excited about the internship that I will be doing while I am studying. I do not know much about it, but I know that I will love it!
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Author: Angelys Torres
Location: Barcelona, Spain
Cross-cultural identities are often difficult to understand. Cultures have different ways of expressing identity and value various characteristics. How does a cross-cultural experience like study abroad contribute to, change, or even help realize your inner identity? Are you the same person abroad as you were at home? Will you be the same person when you return as when you left? My experience abroad has played a major role in helping me realize my identity, and hopefully, I have observed some changes that I can continue to adopt upon returning to the United States.
What has it meant to be cross-cultural in Barcelona? In the United States, often I find myself referring to my culture as the Puerto Rican traditions, language, rituals and values by which I was raised. I identify with other Spanish-speaking individuals who share similar backgrounds and lifestyles; the people often grouped together as “Latinos.” Part of my original reason for wanting to study abroad, specifically in Spain, was to learn about the culture of the conquistadores or the Spanish conquerors that colonized many countries in Latin America including Puerto Rico. I expected to find some cultural similarities, to blend in, and to discover something about myself that I didn’t even know. In many ways, this was and was not the case.
In Barcelona, the majority of locals speak both Castellan (Spanish) and Catalan, the language of Catalonia. At first, I found myself at an advantage by being able to communicate fairly well with locals. Not having a major language barrier helped me feel comfortable and like I shared a similar culture. However, to many locals, my accent sticks out as clearly different. Often one of the first questions I am asked is,” Where did you learn to speak Spanish?” In this way, I find myself to be very different from natives to Barcelona. As time passed, one of the only similarities I have been able to appreciate between Puerto Rico and Barcelona is the architecture. This shouldn’t be surprising considering the historical context. However, I was looking for something more.
Who am I in Barcelona? 
Since I quickly realized I couldn’t blend in, I began to explore what it is about my identity that makes me, me. In the United States, we often focus on things like race and ethnicity when we describe who we are. In Barcelona, my identity is almost wholly rooted in the fact that I am from the United States. My American culture is the biggest difference between me and other students from around the world. The students from the U.S. come from states all over the country. Sometimes I can find more similarities with an Australian than with another American. Regardless, locals group all Americans together and thus we share a common identity when we are in a different cultural context.
So who am I? I am both. I am a proud Puerto Rican woman from Chicago who has a passion for social justice and I am a stereotypical international student from the United States studying culture in Barcelona. Because of this beautiful blend, I won’t be the same person as I was when I left but, hopefully I will be a better version of myself.
Author: Jessica Hanson
Location: Newcastle, Australia
G’day Mates!
This is me checking in from my last full day in Wisconsin before I jump on a plane and start my journey studying abroad 9,000 miles away. Even though I knew I only had two months of summer from ending my sophomore year at Valparaiso University, IN, and leaving for my semester abroad, I can’t believe how fast it disappeared! Between working full-time hours at Kwik Trip, going on a 9-day vacation with my family to The Rocky Mountains & Yellowstone National Park, and figuring out flights, classes, packing, layovers, and all the other countless details and information about my new home for the next four months, I still can’t believe it’s already here.
To fill everyone in, I will be studying at the University of Newcastle (UoN) in Callaghan, New South Wales, Australia (!), about two hours north of Sydney by bus. Luckily, Newcastle is the seventh largest city in Australia and only a half hour from the beach, so I should be able to find plenty to keep me busy! This “Uni,” as they call it Aussie-style, has an enrollment of 26,000 on my campus, quite a big difference from the 6,000 total enrollment I know from Valpo. I will be a “Wombat” for the semester, although the school symbol is a horse head, and the coat of arms features an odd-looking horse/seahorse hybrid….Nonetheless, the school motto of “I look ahead” represents exactly the experience I hope studying abroad will provide – answering many questions about what I want to do after Valpo and looking forward into a career!
The past few weeks getting ready for this trip has been such a roller coaster of emotions for me. The hardest part for me is saying “see you later!” (NOT goodbye) to all my loved ones. As my brother and my best friend can attest (Sup Zach. Hey Jennifer!), I get super sentimental knowing that this is the last time that I will get to see my family and friends for four months. Sure, four months isn’t any different than being away from my Valpo friends for a whole summer, but knowing that I’m a whole world away and completely on my own in a foreign country makes it all the more difficult.
Aside from my sentimentality and excess of hugs as I leave my friends and family at the door, I have gone back and forth between being extremely excited or utterly terrified. Right now, knowing that I will be in a new country less than 72 hours from now, is exciting (well, to be honest, rather terrifying too.) It is also terrifying that I will have to figure out the airports all by myself- I’ve traveled before, but when you’re following a herd of 300 people during group travel, navigating the airport seems to be a breeze! I am terrified that I will be living in a studio apartment all by myself and have to learn how to cook and fend for myself (I know, real adulting, I guess I should probably get used to that by now!). I am terrified that I have to figure out a different classroom learning style and culture all at the same time.
But I am excited to explore Los Angeles for the very first time during my 10-hour layover. I am excited to meet new people and learn, and try new things (Vegemite, anyone?). I am excited that I am going to a country that is a lot more environmentally conscientious than the United States (on the whole) and that I have the opportunity to learn all about it and live this new culture. I am excited to see koalas and kangaroos, go snorkeling in the Great Barrier Reef, and learn how to surf. I am excited to be fully immersed in a new culture for four months. And I am excited to see how this experience changes me and inspires me to do great things.
I have a lot of personal goals and ideas for what I hope my study abroad semester will turn out to be- but I also know that I shouldn’t go in with too many expectations. And I know the biggest asset I can have is an open mind- and an open heart. However, my biggest goal is simply that I don’t let myself be afraid to try new things. I would hate to miss out on experiences because I’m scared, or nervous, or tired. I want to explore and take risks (safe ones, of course). I want to be intentional about the experiences I have and the limited time I will be abroad. I want my trip to matter, whether that simply means having the time of my life or it means finding tools and connections to change the world. I hope this trip brings me insight and knowledge and curiosity and courage and love. And above all else, I am looking forward to growing as a student, as a person, as a traveler, as a woman, and most importantly, as a world citizen- in whichever direction the Australian wind blows.
So farewell, my friends, or as the Aussies say, “Cheerio!” I will write again in a few weeks!
Blogger: Jessica Hanson
Location: Newcastle, Australia
Major: Chemistry and Environmental Science
Author: Angelys Torres
Location: Barcelona
Four and a half million people. Narrow streets. Tall buildings. Cars, trains, buses, motorbikes, and thousands of pedestrians who don’t obey traffic signs. Young, old, students, store owners, and street vendors. Homeless people, animals, and construction around every corner. Now pause. I’ll guess that you are imagining a fast paced metropolitan area. What if I told you that is not the scene I am describing? Try this. Slow down the pace to that of a three-year-old on a tricycle. Can you imagine it? Great. Welcome to Barcelona, Spain. With so much going on, it is hard to picture such a slow moving scene. Coming from Chicago, where people walk as fast as the wind, it was undeniably hard to find similarities in a city where the value of time is not money. What do you do in times of difference? In just a short week, I learned that one of the most important steps in overcoming difference is to ask yourself, ‘Why?’
On my very first day in Barcelona, I attended a walking tour of the neighborhood surrounding the school I would attend for the next month. My tour guide did not hesitate to fill us with information about both the history and current culture of Barcelona. As we walked, we passed hundreds of cafes and restaurants filled with people chatting, relaxing, and enjoying drinks or a meal. I decided to use food and dining in order to better understand why time did not seem to flow in the way that I would expect in such a large city. I would come to find out that Barcelona, and actually much of Spain, has a different conception of dining than the United States, much of which is related to their value of time and money.
Paella
In Barcelona, it is customary to eat many small snacks or meals throughout the day. This can be a small coffee, pastry, croissant, or bocadillo, a small sandwich with tomato spread on it and sometimes meats or cheeses. The main event is lunch which is typically a heavy, three-course meal eaten between the hours two and four in the afternoon. Many locals do not eat dinner but rather have tapas or small snacks later in the evening around nine or ten that can be patatas bravas (boiled potatoes with creamy cheese on top) or pinchos (pieces of bread with a variety of toppings that are differentiated by mini sticks). The reason for this is that the body has more time to digest more food earlier in the day than late at night right before it is time to sleep.
Lucky for my housemates and I, our host mom recognizes that it is customary for people from the United States to eat dinner, so she cooks for us in the evenings. At this point you are probably thinking that it is not too unusual to eat more meals of smaller portions since this system is commonly what is recommended for a healthy diet. However, the experience of dining outside of the home changes the entire picture.
Gelato
It is customary in the United States to expect speed. When we are running late, we ask for our items to-go so we can eat and drink them while we walk to the train. In Barcelona, most people who have somewhere to go are tourists. Some restaurants are not even equipped to package items to-go because it is so uncommon and not customary. In Barcelona, it is expected that one is looking for an experience when they sit down to eat at a restaurant or café, one that will take lots of time. For this reason, it should not be expected that wait staff will be quick or ask you for anything. It is upon the customer him or herself to ask for what they would like when they would like it. After waiting for a bill for more than forty minutes, I realized that they would not bring it to the table until we asked. This is seemingly the case in all of Barcelona. It is a full experience, more than just going through motions. Even though it is so different from what I know, I love dining in Barcelona. I have learned how to take my time and really enjoy the atmosphere, people, and food in that moment. Others have not found it so easy to adjust but reminding myself why things like time and dining may be different from what I know, helps me to overcome those differences and appreciate them more.
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