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How Was Your Weekend?

The highlight to my week was the fashion show I attended on Friday night. It was hosted by the fashion students at the University of Namibia. Their final project was to create one piece if you were a first year student and an entire collection if you were a fourth year student. The themes were African art, origami, recycled materials, the Hunger Games, and evening attire. All the ensembles were very well done and the show was a lot of fun to watch. They offered a cash bar to enjoy the event and it was a lovely evening to sit outside and watch the hard work of students. Later, we went to Joe’s Beer Garden, to enjoy the each other’s company. It’s a very large and unique German restaraunt/bar that’s partially outdoor. Overall, Friday was a very nice reward to end a week of classes.

On Saturday, we woke up early to go on a hike up a mountain. It was still cool outside from  the night, so I was glad to have gone early. It took us about three hours to climb up to the top and back down and it was  steep and exerting, but well worth the effort. The city is surrounded by mountains and the hike offered  beautiful views on the way up. Unfortunately, it did not photograph well, but it was gorgeous. Later, I went to the sky bar to enjoy more of the outdoors and spent the Sunday morning in town doing some shopping. It was a very enjoyable weekend, much of it spent outdoors and enjoying some of Namibia’s natural beauty, coupled with end of the semester wrap up projects and papers.

 


Finishing the hike

 

Uni: Week 1

So, this past week was the first week of German university for me. Although most of my fellow Valpo students back home are halfway through their Semester, Germans Semesters are almost a full 2 months behind in schedule.

 

A reenactment of how I would have posed, had I remembered to take a first day of uni photo.

A reenactment of how I would have posed, had I remembered to take a first day of uni photo.

My schedule itself is quite different than any that I have had since beginning college. Most notably, I don’t have any classes at all on Monday. This was a surprise for me, but I was also kind of glad to have a day of the week off, in order to do more preparation before starting a week of classes. Additionally, all of my classes meet just once a week, but for much longer periods than I am used to, ranging from 2 – 3 hours long.

The dreaded cum tempore in its natural habit.

The dreaded cum tempore in its natural habit.

On Tuesday, I had my first class, a seminar on Comparative Politics of European Parliamentary Systems. This class taught me about in important rule of German university: C.T., or cum tempore. This Latin phrase means that the class actually starts 15 minutes later than the time listed in the registration. Expecting the usual German punctuality, I showed up to class 5 minutes early to get myself settled in before preparing to take notes. Much to my dismay, no one else showed up for another 20 minutes, leaving me to worry about whether or not I had found the right room or if I was sitting in the wrong hall.  Fortunately, 10 minutes after the scheduled lecture time, people started to trickle in and I was able to determine that I hadn’t messed up the location of the seminar, but rather the time. In the end though, I’m glad to have a few extra minutes to spare on the way to class.

On Wednesday, I had 2 seminars and a lecuture. The first is called Intercultural Communications. I already love this course because it is so applicable to my everyday life.  The class is made up of a great mix of foreign and German student from many different countries, so it is full of intercultural communication itself. The project at the end of the class is to make a portfolio of what we have learned about intercultural communication.

The part of the castle in which I have my class.

The part of the castle in which I have my class.

The second of the two seminars is from the department of European studies and is called Name and Region. Name and Region is exactly what it sounds like: it’s an analysis of the names and the regions the come from with a focus on the southwestern region of Germany where the university lies.  I think this course will be a bit challenging for me, because it’s in somewhat new territory subjectwise, but I’m excited to learn about it nonetheless. Also, I should mention that this class takes place in the basement of a castle. So, no matter what it will give me a good anecdote.  The final class of Wednesday is called An Overview of Wurttembergian Church History. This is a theology course that I’m taking to fulfill my upper-level Theo credit, but I’m excited about it because it again focuses on the region in which I’m living. Already, I’ve heard about the influence that the Church has had on the culture here, mainly through a series of medieval laws concerning cleaning that have instilled a love of tidiness into the region. It will be interesting to learn more about the other impacts that it has had as well.

Thursday is a again another seminar called “Hot Topics.” This is offered by the department of German as a foreign language and I took it to work on my academic German. The course focuses on academic language and debate rather than simply casual speaking. I’m excited to see what I will learn from it.

Finally on Friday, I have my final lecture called First-Language Development. This is a linguistics class that focuses on how children attain their first language. It already seems very fascinating and complex, but I’m so excited to learn more about the details of language learning and how people process it. Last semester at Valpo, I took an introduction to German Linguistic, which I really enjoyed and I’m excited to jump into this topic more deeply.

An online PDF textbook!

An online PDF textbook for my Polisci course.

Another interesting thing that about German university. is that textbooks are usually either provided by PDF or available free of cost from the library. I was excited to find out that I would be saving money on textbooks after attending my first classes.   The first week was in my opinion quite good. I enjoyed all of my classes despite the rainy weather and my being sick. Now I’m ready to see where the classes and the presentations that start next week will take me. Mostly, I’m just glad to be back to the life of a university student.

Bis Bald!

Big Break Part One: Spain

It has been a long ten days of vacation. Yesterday, many of us living in the house returned from our second big break. We all went to Spain and Italy and visited six cities in ten days. It was a very busy week of traveling and sightseeing, but it was worth all of the planning and money we spent, because I had a fantastic time. Because of the amount of things that we did, I can’t possibly fit it all into one post, so I’m going to focus on the first part of our trip in this post.

After classes ended, we all flew from London to Barcelona. At our hostel, we met up with our Valpo friends Caitlin and Bethany, who are studying in Grenada, Spain, this semester. It was nice to meet up with them, and be able to reunite with some people from Valpo!

The next day, everyone except me went on a bike tour of Barcelona, and I heard nothing but good things about it. I don’t really enjoy riding bikes, so I spent five hours wandering around Barcelona on my own. I walked down to the pier and saw a statue of Christopher Columbus. I also stopped in at a very beautiful cathedral and sat in the courtyard and read a book. It was a nice way to spend an afternoon because I got to see the things that I wanted at the pace I wanted.

Pier in Barcelona

Pier in Barcelona

View of Barcelona

View of Barcelona

On Saturday, a few of us went to Sagrada Familia. This cathedral has a really interesting history. The architect who designed it was born in the early 18oos. The cathedral has been under construction since the 1800s and is set to be completed in 2026. It was my favorite place that we visited. The cathedral is unlike any other cathedral I have ever seen. The designs on the ceiling look like suns, and the pillars inside create an optical illusion that makes you think that they’re standing up straight, when they really stand at an angle. And the stained glass was absolutely stunning. I would love to be able to go back and see the cathedral in 2026 when it is finally finished, because I know it will be that much more incredible inside.

Stained glass windows in Sagrada Familia

Stained glass windows in Sagrada Familia

One of the angled pillars inside Sagrada Familia

One of the angled pillars inside Sagrada Familia

The weather in Barcelona last weekend was absolutely beautiful. Temperatures were between the upper 70s and lower 80s, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Because the weather was so nice, and we were all on vacation, we went to the beach our last afternoon. I laid on the beach for literally six hours and just enjoyed lying on a blanket, soaking up the sun and sleeping. It was a perfect way to end our time in Barcelona.

Next to come: Italy!

Barcelona Beach

Barcelona Beach

 

Spring Break

The weather is heating up in Namibia and we are in the home stretch with classes. Having said that, spring break came at a nice time for us. After finishing classes on Friday, we enjoyed Namibia’s version of Oktoberfest. Most of the attendees were of German decent, the music, food, and beer were also very German. One of our German housemates came with us to the fest and said it was basically a spitting image of Oktoberfest in Germany. It was a unique and fun experience because we  got a taste of another culture while in Namibia.

The following morning, we headed to the coast of Namibia for the remainder of our spring break. Swakopmund, the town we stayed in, has a plethora of  mom and pop style cafes with a lot of good food to chose from and coffee shops that are similar to those in the states. I was happy to drink good coffee, as that is something about being away from home that I miss. During our days, we spent a lot of time on the beach. It was relaxing–although the water was a little too cold to swim–and really nice to be by the ocean. My favorite part of break was dune sledding. Being right on the desert makes for a fun place to ride the dunes. You start on bunny hills and progressively take on steeper areas of the dune. It was amazing how fast you fly down the sand, the only difficult part about going down, was the return back up, although it was well worth it.

From here, we continue on with classes and internships until the end of November. The semester is flying by and before I know it, I’ll be packing up and heading for Cape Town and then home. I have had such a wonderful time abroad and I look forward to what the next few weeks have in store.

The dunes


Oktoberfest

Explorations: Cultural & Geographic

Last spring Valpo gave the current study abroad students a series of lectures about the different aspects of the study abroad experience. I remember one particular lecture which reviewed the common pattern of cultural adjustment. Unsurprisingly I didn’t adhere to the typical pattern of adjustment—I skipped “culture shock” completely. Yes, I road a ‘high’ for the first month here—but that was due to the newness and plentiful travel opportunities. Most of October was the simply rhythm of school, though without the crushing academic load of stateside classes and extra curriculars. It wasn’t until this week, possibly prompted by last weekend’s trip to Songyang, that I started to feel a little homesick. (Though I’ve missed the Pacific Northwest while at Valpo, so the feeling is nothing new.)
Browsing NationalGeographic.com and OutsideOnline.com did little alleviate my ache for the wild beauty of the Oregon coast, Holden Village, or Bristol Bay. Luckily my week ended with events that will likely become in retrospect the highlights of my study abroad experience.
On Thursday evenings I have been attending an “English club” in Hangzhou. It usually meets a bar or coffee shop across town where we chat or play games for a few hours. Last week we started with “trust falls” and other summer camp-esque activities. This week’s club was rescheduled due to Halloween, but Damen (one of the organizers) offered to meet me on campus and bring some friends. Damen (like most Chinese) has been incredibly generous, taking me (and a few other American friends) out to dinner on multiple occasions and he even suggested going camping before I leave in December. Damon’s “few friends” actually turned out to be the or so dozen Chinese who regularly attend the English club—so it might as well have been a typical Thursday night.
(A quick aside.)
For my Chinese Civilization class (taught by Professor Pati from Valpo) we are doing a collaborative project (with Chinese students from ZJUT) on Chinese perceptions of the body. One element of the project requires conducting surveys. Back in the United States collecting such information (especially when our questions include topics such as sex and virginity), is as appealing as grade-school door-to-door fundraisers. China though was totally different.
I brought my surveys to Thursday’s English club where the Chinese were more than happy to fill them out, they even asked me if I wanted them to ask others to fill them out also! I shouldn’t have been at all concerned as to whether I was breaching a taboo topic—the “discussion topic” for the evening was the whether or not prostitution should legal.
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If you want to find true difference between the U.S. and China—it is this. A group of friendly acquaintances coming from various backgrounds voluntarily get together to socialize and discuss topics such as sexuality and prostitution. (We talked about homosexuality and gay marriage a few weeks back.) I believe China’s non-participatory government style and lack of a religiously conservative populace has helped foster an environment for open and thoughtful discussions on topics including race, religion, and sexuality.
Caught off guard I took a few moments to form a cohesive response (regarding prostitution). They listened attentively (I was speaking as representative of 300 million Americans) and were impressed and affirmative of my viewpoint. Though they immediately suggested a flaw with my position which required me to further elaborate. I like to believe they were somewhat surprised by my multifaceted response, though I did explain that my view wouldn’t be shared by all Americans. We proceeded to talk about prostitution in China along with examples of a regulated sex industry in places like Nevada, and the Netherlands. I was continually impressed by their thoughtfulness on topics like this one that are taboo in the States. (Although they still hold wacky views such as believing a secret cabal controls Obama (& Clinton), Ebola spread in the U.S., and U.S. involvement in the #OccupyHK protests.)
At one point during our discussion I was asked about my personal experience with one night stands. Unfortunately I couldn’t provide any salacious details on that particular subject. We even talked about how much we (Americans and Chinese) talk about sex.
But that was just one of the many topics we talked about. We also talked about Elon Musk (and his three companies), BYD, OccupyCentral, racism/discrimination, mobile operating systems, cell phone/battery radiation and even Kim Kardashian. Actually the Chinese seem to know far more about Elon Musk and Tesla Motors than the typical bunch of Americans.
I found it enlightening and incredibly fun, I haven’t found such open discussions since my time at Holden (where homogenous political and social beliefs were almost guaranteed).
It is hard not to overstate how friendly, open, and generous the Chinese are… except that I am an American. Foreigners (particularly Americans?) have somewhat celebrity status here, so it is hard to get a intimate understanding of how Chinese actually treat one another because I can only observe their interactions (and without understanding Chinese it is hard to develop a nuanced view).
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Although it is still shorts and t-shirt temperatures here, Hangzhou finally got a few rainy days to end October. On Friday after class I decided to go for a walk up in the woods behind campus. Leaves covered the broken paving stones as I followed the ridge south for almost five miles. The air was pungent and (unusually) clean as low grey clouds swirled around the peaks. As I hiked south the hills spread farther and farther to the east, at some points I might as well have been in the wilderness, thickly forested hills and grey sky was all I could see. Given the gloomy weather few people were out. The occasional building and broken stonework reminded me I wasn’t in a remote mountain range, though for respite from living in a city of million this was best thing possible—an expansive area of untamed hills. Just the ‘wilderness fix’ I was needing. I descended from the ridge along a narrow dirt path through the surreal vertical lines of thousands of bamboo trees. I came out at the back of the Ling Ying Scenic area which contained various temples, shops, hotels, and tea fields. It was dark when four hours later I got back to campus. The crush of traffic and mopeds stood in sharp contrast to the quiet and empty trail I had walked along just hours earlier. It was a wonderful exploration for a west-coasty-weather day. Next time I’ll have to leave earlier so I can go even farther.
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And I’ve saved the best for last—photos!
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One grammatically correct sentence…pretty impressive for a class that couldn’t write five characters just 40 days ago.

At the local MerchantMart...

At the local MerchantMart…

…poorly named chocolate...

…poorly named chocolate…

...salad bar...

…salad bar…

...and turtles! The lady at the sink is cutting up a live turtle…thank goodness I’m vegetarian.

…and turtles! The lady at the sink is cutting up a live turtle…thank goodness I’m vegetarian.

Almost my entire Chinese 1-1 class went to “Grandma’s Kitchen” for dinner on Wednesday to celebrate completing the second exam.

Almost my entire Chinese 1-1 class went to “Grandma’s Kitchen” for dinner on Wednesday to celebrate completing the second exam.

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An American, Pakistani, American (Indian-born), German, French, Bulgarian, and Yemeni walk into… No that isn’t the start a joke.

A Time and a Place – Festivals

I feel like a common stereotype of Japanese society is that pretty much everyone is polite, quiet, and reserved.  While this is, of course, just a stereotype, it’s incredibly easy to see where foreigners get this impression.  During foreign student orientation week back when we first arrived, we were all warned multiple times that what we consider quiet is not what is considered quiet in Japan.  Walls are thinner here and people live in close quarters, so average talking volume is actually really loud at night here.  Even during the day, people tend to talk quietly as they walk together.  Naturally, the trains are also pretty quiet, as it’s a public place and to speak loudly would be disrespectful to other passengers.  It can be a difficult adjustment at first, but eventually we’ve gotten used to turning our volume down.

However, that is not to say that Japan is always this way.  During orientation, we were told that bars and karaoke were a couple of places where noise was allowed.  If you pass by a karaoke bar on the way home from the train station, you’ll almost certainly be able to hear the music from inside.  Noise levels that surpass normal levels are just fine within these spaces.

More interestingly, I’ve found that festivals are where the Japanese tend to dispense with cultural and societal conventions on noise and behavior.  Recently one of my professors invited our class to an Autumn Festival in a small district in Osaka where he did research a few years ago.  This Shinto festival’s main event was the danjiri, large man-propelled and carried floats with people on top.  There are two shrines only a couple streets apart from each other, which is unusual.  Where the main road is a river used to be, until it was moved a few kilometers over as Osaka grew.  Now the two shrines have a something like battle with the danjiri where the river used to run.  Those involved with the danjiri practice all year.

Before arriving at the shrine our professor did research near, we stopped at the shrine for the other side of the street, where the miko, or shrine maidens, happened to be performing a kagura dance.  After they were finished with the dance, they passed the blessing of the kami on to us.  I was again struck by how much of traditional Japan is woven into modern Japan; this shrine and traditional dance were only one transfer and a few minutes’ walk from the main train line between Osaka and Kyoto.

The miko during the Kagura dance.  (I apologize for the poor quality of the photo.  Nighttime is not a good time for photography and most of Japan's streets are not lit well, if at all.)

The miko during the Kagura dance. (I apologize for the poor quality of the photo. Nighttime is not a good time for photography and most of Japan’s streets are not lit well, if at all.)

After that, we went to the other shrine, where the pre-danjiri festivities were taking place.  It looked something like local carnivals back home.  There were scores of little stalls on shrine grounds and on the streets nearby with games and prizes for children and fried food.  Though the food was different that at home; here there is fried squid, fried manjuu (something like a donut with sweet bean paste inside), and karaage among other things.  Festivals are also the only place where eating and drinking while walking is okay.

The danjiri gathered on the street at about nine thirty and continued moving around until ten, those carrying the floats reaching a solid jogging speed at times.  The girls following the danjiri shouted after it and formed what I can only compare to a mosh pit when the they were not moving.  A few times the danjiri would face off, only feet from each other while they tried out outdo each other with noise and the dancers on top competed as well.  Words are not sufficient for what happened, so I uploaded some raw clips to YouTube.

Honestly, things got pretty chaotic after the danjiri started moving around for real.  The spirit of “festival” infected the entire crowd until the cheering was deafening and I found it hard to get anywhere close to the danjiri.  I did talk with some luckier foreign students that managed to get closer and were invited to help carry the danjiri for a while.

So, essentially, noise and partying don’t really happen on a large scale in Japan.  But when when festivals come around, all restrictions are off because that is the time and place.

The Lowlands

So, in the free week between our German course and the beginning of the semester, my friend Charlotte and I decided to go to the Netherlands for a few days.  One of the things that struck me the most was the number of bicycles in the Netherlands. Although we stayed in large metropolitan areas, there were often few busses or running cars to be seen, but instead an ocean of bicyclists. At first, this was a bit disarming, but once we learned the correct way to walk through a steady stream of bicyclists, it became easy to navigate. We first stayed in Amsterdam, which was basically a giant art tour.

On the first day, we spent about 4 hours walking through the Rijksmuseum, but I honestly could have spent all day if not for the lack of accessible bathrooms. It was absolutely fabulous to see such great works of art from such different periods of time, all of which were equally fascinating. The museum taught not only about Dutch art, but also about Dutch history.

Some of the highlights were:

On the next day, we went to the Van Gogh Museum. It was absolutely fabulous. Van Gogh is one of my favorite artists and seeing his work and the progression of his life was wonderful.  I really liked seeing how his use of color and the wide brush strokes that are a signature of Van Gogh’s work evolved overtime. Many of the works from earlier in his life areMy favorite work was one of his self portraits, which I was unfortunately unable to photograph.

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A Vermeer from the Rijksmuseum

Another painting from the Rijksmuseum

Another painting from the Rijksmuseum

On the second to last day, I finally fufilled my dream of visiting Vondelpark, a large, Central Park-like area located at the southern end of Amsterdam that I had read a lot about and was excited to see. I was not disappointed. It was actually a beautiful piece of property that was a nice break from the hustle and bustle of the city and its bikes.

Finally, Vondelpark!

Finally, Vondelpark!

On the last day in Amsterdam we went to the North end of the city, located across the IJ lake and went to a great market and the EYE Film Institute which had some nice little exhibits about Dutch film, . Later, while waiting for the train to Utrecht, we waited at the public library, which aside from having a spectacular view, also had a lot of books. I took some time to just sit down and read, in Dutch, which is very linguistically similar to German, so much so that you can understand much of it without having learned the language.

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An absolutely adorable canal in Utrecht

Utrecht is a much smaller, although very friendly city that is packed with churches. There were 22 total each with its own unique set of bells that at times filled the airwaves in the city. I am a huge fan of churchbells. There is something about the unconscious keeping of time that is so beautiful about them.  On our first night in Utrecht, we went on a Lumina Trajectum tour of the city. This consisted of a scavenger hunt for a bunch of lights throughout the city, its canals and landmarks that took us right through the old city of Utrecht. Later, when we visited one of the churches on the tour, Sint Wiliboald’s, I found an answer to a question that had been on my mind since coming to the Netherlands: why did it cost money to look at the churches? In Germany, churches are usually free of charge to visit and therefore one of the easiest ways to see beautiful architecture and history if you’re travelling on a budget, but since arriving in the Netherlands, we had only been able to find one or two churches that were open to the public. The answer I found lies in the structuring of the churches themselves. In Germany, the church is financed through a special tax that registered members of the church are required to pay, so there is always sufficient funding for church upkeep. In the Netherlands, congregations are separate organizations from the groups that own and maintain the church buildings (which may sometimes be the government). Therefore, the cost of maintaining the historical church buildings is not always covered by the congregation alone, but by the people who come to look at the churches.

View from the windmill's balcony

View from the windmill’s balcony

A poorly lit picture of the Dutch invention that helped to make windmills more efficient

A poorly lit picture of the Dutch invention that helped to make windmills more efficient

One of my favorite parts of the entire trip was the tour of a sawmill we took while in Utrecht. It is one of only two working sawmills in the Netherlands and the tour that we got was absolutely amazing. The windmill, aside from being the Netherlands national symbol, is actually one of the things that helped to launch the Netherlands into the wealthy nation that it became during the first industrial revolution. Because of good wind catching land that existed in the Netherlands, sawmills were able to be easily built to process wood from places like the Black Forest in Germany, conveniently located just along the Rhein river.

I also enjoyed many, many Dutch foods. The first was Gevulde Koek, a cookie filled with marzipan. Marzipan is one my favorite foods, so combining it with basically anything was a winning combination for me. I also had some salted licorice. Many people do not like the strong and bitter taste of salted licorice, but I enjoy the herbal flavor that it has combined with its sourness.

I also enjoyed eating Gouda. Charlotte and I were trying to save money, so we decided to go shopping at the Dutch grocery store instead of eating out at every meal.  I think that this is the best way to get to know a foreign culture, to stick your head in a grocery store and see what you can find through the everyday food that is offered. It was interesting just to look at the shelves and see what there was to eat. I found some lovely salmiak (salted licorice) that I enjoyed.

Overall it was a great trip. I really enjoyed seeing how a culture that seemed so similar to German culture on the surface could be so different once I learned a bit more about it.

Bis bald!

Songyang, China

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This weekend our class visited Songyang, a “little” town three hours (by bus) southwest of Hangzhou. Although it definitely qualified as a city (our twelfth floor hotel rooms looked over rows of apartments), we did pass through some beautiful (small) mountains and lush tea plantations surrounding Songyang.

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The trip cost was subsidized by the local government which meant we foreigners were under steady document of numerous cameras for the tours. Foreign tourists = good PR.

Our Valpo/Luther cohort was joined by four nursing students from the University of Evansville (in Indiana)! They were a great group and fun to get to know over the two days.

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We arrived in Songyang around lunch time on Saturday and were treated to a local family-style meal. While a few dishes were new, the preparation methods and most foods were the same as we’ve found in Hangzhou. So while it was tasty, I would have welcomed a greater change in cuisine—wok-fried foods and soups can only go so far.

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Our tour started with an introduction ceremony at a historic ‘mansion.’ The housing complex/mansion had been built and owned by a rich family in Songyang during the later Imperial China dynasties. We were ushered to seats in the complex’s courtyard while various Chinese officials took turns at the microphone. Unable to understand their numerous speeches the afternoon dragged on in the hot sun. I ended up more fascinated by the scattering of professional video cameras, DSLRs, and smartphones shooting videos and taking pictures around the perimeter. There must have been dozens of devices used during the ceremony, whether they were personal or for media/publication purposes I couldn’t tell. We ended up getting “certificates” (for what? visiting?) and having a group picture taken. Josh, the best Chinese speaker in our group gave a short speech and was swarmed with cameras like he was a celebrity.

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After the long welcome ceremony we were given a tour of the housing complex, with attention exclusively on the ornate wooden carvings along the walls, pillars and ceilings. Besides the carvings the house was rather empty and we weren’t given any information about the different rooms. As shown in the picture above, the Cultural Revolution had unfortunately left it’s mark here as well, defacing many of the carvings. Similarly to the temples we have visited, this house placed a heavy emphasis on nature and animal symbolism in the decorations.

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The next activity was definitely my favorite of the weekend, if not my whole stay in China thus far. We were taken to the edge of Songyang and given mountain bikes—no disclaimers/waivers/redtape or helmets… There wasn’t a designated leader so the most adventurous of us quickly wound our way into the tea fields along narrow paved lanes and dirt paths following a loosely marked course.

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We snaked between rows of tea tree bushes, along the edges of ponds and across wooden boardwalks while the setting sun cast yellow rays across the verdant hills. It was beautiful and exhilarating. The bikes’ brakes and gearing were iffy which combined with sudden rises and drops tested our nascent mountain biking talents. I had a blast!

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Dinner was similar to lunch, although I did put my vegetarian ways on a brief hiatus to try octopus. Chewy and inky, check that off my bucket list.

After dinner one of the Chinese guys organizing the weekend’s activities invited us to play basketball. Basketball is definitely the most popular sport in China and I was eager to give my recently-revived “skills” a real test. (I’ve been shooting hoops 2-3 times a week on the Yuquan campus.) Thank goodness us Americans came in at 6’6”, 6’4”, 6’1”, and 5’11” because otherwise we would’ve been throttled. Josh held his own, while the rest of us hit bricks and rebounded all night. It was a lot of fun even if our ball skills could use some serious work.

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The next morning we returned to the site of our biking excursion the previous evening. This time the streets were packed with cyclists and spectators awaiting the race start. We wandered up and down the street passing food and clothing vendors, traditional musicians and dancers practicing for the “opening ceremony” and a slaughtered cow being hacked apart on the spot.

Though as soon as we stopped to watch the opening ceremony we became a spectacle ourselves—particularly Dan, the 6’6” football player in our group. We spent a solid thirty minutes standing, smiling, and laughing as scores of locals whipped out their smartphones to take pictures with us and of us. Interest in us was universal, from grandparents to toddlers (though some were scared), heck Dan even ended up holding a baby for photos. I guess he has practice now if he ever chooses to become a politician.

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A few of our group were also invited to take part in a tea ceremony/demonstration which also thoroughly bemused the locals as we fumbled our way through pouring, stirring, and whirling. As an efficiency minded engineering the whole process seemed overly complex to just prepare a cup of tea. Though I guess I prepare tea to drink it—not as a statement of class or status.

After our brief time as celebrities we were taken to another historical townsite (similar to the previous day). Here we were given a walking tour during which we were reminded to smile and face the tour guide (for the cameras).

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Our last agenda item was visiting a thousand year old pagoda—which also happened to be leaning slightly (Leaning Tower of Songyang?) so we were only allowed to the third level. Once again we were the subject of numerous cameras as we posed for a group picture in front of the pagoda.

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After lunch at a Mao-era restaurant where the waitresses wore green fatigues we piled into the bus to return to Hangzhou and homework. The weekend passed far too quickly, but thus is the nature of study abroad.

 

Der Milchautomat and a look at German food culture

So, in the past week, I have discovered something absolutely amazing just down the road. There is an milk dispenser right near where I live that gives fresh milk 24-hours a day. It’s kind of whimsical, especially coming from someone who’s lived in suburban areas most of her life.  I was especially excited to find the automat because the milk here in Germany is slightly different than in the United States.

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Fresh milk from the lovely milk automat.

"Storable" Milk from the grocery store

“Storable” Milk from the grocery store

 

Instead of getting big gallons of milk, like many Americans do, German milk comes in litres. That is no big surprise considering the size of most German refrigerators is comparable to mini-fridges that most college students have in their dorm rooms. However the milk itself is also a bit different. It is called “haltbare Milch” or “storable” milk. This means that until opening, it can be stored for quite some time without refrigeration. The milk tastes perfectly fine on its own, a bit different from fresh milk, but perfectly acceptable. However, since I drink a lot of milk, I prefer to drink it fresh instead of out of the carton and the dairy farm nearby was the perfect solution.

This is the perfect time to talk about the overall differences in German food. German food is what I would describe as fresher. When you walk into a supermarket, there are not always very many ready-made options as in the U.S. The grocery stores themselves are a lot smaller and the frozen food section is also a lot smaller.  Germans usually go shopping every 2 or 3 days as opposed to once a week, so the produce used to cook is usually fresher as well. There are also a higher fat content in German milk than in American, with most people buying 1.5%-whole milk instead of fat-free or 2%. This goes along with the idea that the milk is less processed and contains more of its original nutrients. The biggest exception to this, I have found is broth, which comes in a powdered form which much be reconstituted in water. But again, I think this has to do with fridge space which is usually reserved for things that absolutely must be refrigerated. Another exception are eggs which are kept out of fridges both in grocery stores and in homes. These are sold in 10 or 6 packs instead of dozens, which again fits with the motto of going shopping multiple times a week. Bread is of course purchased freshly from the baker, although it can also be bought from supermarket shelves at a lower price but sometimes lower quality.

In attempt to add another level of depth to my discovery of German food, I asked my flatmates a few questions about their own shopping habits. Most of them responded that they actually go shopping a few times a week, but that their families go shopping less often and also have larger fridges. They said that this was mostly due to lack of planning on their part and spontaneous decision making. They also said that students tend to eat less fresh food (something very true in American culture) because it takes longer to prepare. One of my them even said that usually, one doesn’t tend to cook freshly until around the age of 30 or when they have children. When it comes to milk, none of them drink fat-free milk, but solely on the grounds that it tastes better as opposed to it having any large health benefits. As with anything, this was a decidedly unscientific way of describing German culture, but I thought it would be interesting to see what a few people think anyway. When I asked what they thought about the sizes of German fridges, the responses varied from finding the size of the fridge impractical to not needing anymore space. Once my classes start up, I will hopefully have some more serious topics to write about than just milk.

Bis bald!

 

The Amber Army

On a cold and windy Tuesday night, we all joined the Amber Army. Everyone went to go see Cambridge United Football Club play. Their colors are amber and black, and their supporters are called the Amber Army. Even though we’ve only lived in Cambridge for a few months, we jumped right into the action just as if we’ve always lived been here.

It was a fantastic experience to get to go to an English sporting event. First of all, I love football (or soccer, if you prefer). I was a manager for the girls’ soccer team in high school, and took stats for all of their games, which means that I understand what’s going on, and I enjoy it. Second of all, I am a big sports fan, and have missed the sports in the United States. It was nice to get to go to a sporting event again and cheer on a team.

In football, there are different levels of play. The ranking system is comparable to that of baseball. In baseball, there are the Major Leagues, AAA leagues, AA leagues, and so on. In England, there are different levels. Cambridge United is a Level Four team, which is lower down on the scale. That meant that the stadium was smaller, the game was much more low key, and we got to sit one row up from the field. The smaller scale definitely made the game much more intimate because we were so close to all the action, and so tightly packed with all of the other spectators.

The football culture in England is like a cult. Football is the new religion of England. Everyone goes to games, and everyone is a fan. The English take their football very seriously. The fans are way more vocal than they are in the United States. They chant cheers constantly, sometimes even chanting back and forth with the opposing team’s fans. There was a drum that was drumming out a beat from time to time, and at one point, I think people were singing. None of us knew any of the chants, but we quickly picked it up. Cambridge United ended up losing the game 2-1, but I would say that the overall experience was a success.

Tomorrow, we all head off to Spain and Italy for our second break! We’re headed to Barcelona, Milan, Venice, Florence and Rome. When we get back, I’m sure I’ll have lots to say about the things that we did!

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