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I don’t wear a watch, but I’ve got time.

Our guide on our trip to Salta and Jujuy provinces shared the aphorism in the title of this blog with us, and it really sums up the most important lessons I’ve learned in Argentina.

Time

At Penn State, I have an alarm set almost everyday to wake up, get to class on time, or accomplish some work. I have almost every minute of my day planned out from the moment my alarm goes off, and I have this all organized on my Google calendar. I have multiple calendars to organize which events are for the Red Cross and which are for the Society of Women Engineerings; I make sure I spend enough time in the research lab every week; and I have reminders set on my phone fifteen minutes before every event in case I am immersed in a problem set. I know— I am very anal retentive. But, I love being busy and love the work that I do for school and for different clubs on campus.

However, coming to Argentina, I knew I wouldn’t have so much homework or so many extracurriculars and would have more free time for other important things like exploring the city and traveling. I adjusted easily to this change, but I didn’t consider other cultural adjustments that I would have to make. However, staying in South America for sixth months, I quickly realized that there is a completely different concept of time here.

For example, pretty much nothing starts on time: whether it be a class, a touristic event, or an activity organized by IES. My teachers in university normally show up about ten minutes late. Sometimes I even am on the same bus with my professor, and we both arrive to the university a half hour early before class. So, I know she is on the campus, yet she still arrives 15 minutes late to our class.  It’s also not like at Penn State where if the professor isn’t there fifteen minutes into the scheduled time for class, all the students leave. In the US, it is generally understood that students could be doing something better with our time if the teacher failed to notify them that he or she would be late or absent. But, in my university course here, we have sat more than a half hour two times during the semester for our professor.

Transportation also complicates being timely here. There are no schedules, no general rules of intervals for buses nor subways here.  So any American that is pretty concerned about punctuality or preoccupied with timeliness would feel culture shock coming to Argentina. But for me, with my very type A personality, adjusting to their conception of time was my biggest challenge.

Flexibility

Argentines adapt easily, not only because they have a looser concept of time, but also because they have suffered a lot of drastic political and economic changes in their lifetimes. Democracy in Argentina is less than 40 years old, and before it was established, Argentina suffered dictatorship after dictatorship. In 2001, they also suffered an economic default that closed the banks for an entire year and still affects their economy today. I mentioned in my last post about inflation here: about forty percent annually. Because of high inflation, there is also a lack of printed money here. In the provinces, people can go to the bank and there can often be no money in the ATM to make a withdraw. Also because it is a developing country, there are some times when electricity is cut because there isn’t enough of it to go around between industry and the population. However, Argentines learn to adapt to these issues and have proven very resilient despite these political and economic difficulties. So I could learn how to be more flexible from some of the best.

So, I learned how to adapt adeptly in Argentina. To be honest, I pretty much have left my type A personality behind so that I do not have a mental breakdown. Nevertheless, I have learned so much from my newfound type B personality.

I now relish the moments where I can just enjoy time pass by without any worry. For advising appointments here I don´t arrive 15 minutes early and fill the time before the appointment with homework. I arrive right on time, and normally my advisor is late anyways. But I don’t worry about it; I just sit and relax for a few minutes.

I will go to a café after school to savor a rich café and sweet scone in solitude. While I wait for the bus  to arrive, I can people watch on the sidewalk or appreciate the changing colors of a sunset. I can enjoy taking a simple photo of a vine on an urban wall or of grapes, hanging from a verdant vine.

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Ironically, I didn’t bring my watch to Argentina. I love my beautiful watch, so I feared losing it or having it stolen while abroad. So I not only lost the tan line from my daily worn watch, but also lost my overwhelming preoccupation with optimizing time and productivity while in Argentina. When I return to the States next week, I will be happy to wear my lovely watch once again, but I will try to remember what I learned about being flexible and present in every moment.

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Location: Carlos Pelegrini 1069, Capital Federal, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Where could we possibly be going?

Roadtripping through Salta and Jujuy Provinces

This past long weekend I traveled to Salta and Jujuy provinces in the northeast of Argentina on a trip organized by IES. These provinces are completely different from Buenos Aires and Patagonia. Five hundred years ago, this region was conquered by the Incans of Peru and still retains its Incan influences. This area was very rural and much more of what I expected Latin America to be. Through much of our trip, our bus either was climbing thousands of meters of altitude through Andean mountains or passing through dusty dirt roads in the desert valley. At times, I asked where the hell we could be going. We were always on an endless highway, surrounded by mountains only dotted with cacti. In this very rural area, I pretty much had no Internet access. This trip really demonstrated to me how diverse Argentina is in environment, culture, people, and development. We spent a day in Salta City, and then traveled to Jujuy province for three days, where we visited Humahuaca, Tilcara, las Salinas, and Purmamarca.

The colonial church in Salta City

The colonial church in Salta City

Incan Mummies

In Salta, we saw a performance of samba music, very different from the tango and guacho folk dancing of Buenos Aires. We also visited the Anthropological Museum of Alta Montaña, which is entirely dedicated to a collection discovered on the Mountain Llullaillaco. An archaeologist who participated in the dig told us all about the collection and the Incan history to better understand the context of the discovery. In the excavation funded by National Geographic, these archaeologists found an offering made to the Incan gods of three children and artifcats for them to carry to their afterlife with the gods: jewelry, tapestries, clothes, statues, and ceramics. The three children were perfectly preserved due to the arid and frozen environment. Only one of the three is exhibited every six months to best preserve them. Because the province of Salta wanted to maintain the collection in Argentina, the province completely funded the construction of this museum.

The mummy we saw was called La Niña del Rayo, the Girl of Lightning, because her face has burn marks due to a lightning strike on the summit of the mountain. She was shown in a case that monitored the color of her clothes and the temperature, and the air pressure of the display case. All of these factors were programed to match the conditions of the mountain where they were buried. The preservation was incredible: her clothes had no holes, nor any fading; her skin looked like that of an alive person; she sat sound asleep in the fetal position where she took her last breath five hundred years ago.Her skull was larger in the back and made her head wide in profile and narrow when facing her. The Incans used to shape the heads of children from important families, and I was able to see the consequences of this ritual before my eyes.

After the museum, we traveled in bus to Jujuy province, where we stayed in Tilcara. All of the places we visited in Jujuy were tiny, dusty towns. We first visited the Seven Colored Hills, near the town of Purmamarca.

 

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Seven Colored Hills at dusk

The next morning we hiked through an area called La Garganta del Diablo, the Throat of the Devil. We hopped across colorful rocks and helped each other cross little streams carefully. The beautiful sight of a small waterfall rewarded us at the end of our hike.

Waterfall on our hike of La Garganta del Diablo

Waterfall on our hike of La Garganta del Diablo

Got my flat lion pic!

Got my flat lion pic!

 

 

 

Llamas, or “Shamas” if you’re Argentinian

Later that afternoon, we walked with a caravan of llamas through the streets of Tilcara. It was so fun! Our llamas were very nice and did not spit on anyone. They loved taking a ton of selfies with us and tried to eat the hay bales we sat on at the end of our walk. They are really funny creatures: they bah like lambs and run hilariously with their little legs and wide hips.

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Llama selfie

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Our journey to the Salinas

Our tour guide was great. A local indigenous person, he shared all of his ancestors´ history and culture. We learned how his people worship the PachaMama, their Mother Earth. While we ascended mountains during the trip, he offered us coca leaves, a sacred leaf in Incan culture. It is the plant used to make cocaine, so its stimulant properties help combat altitude sickness. When we traveled to the Salinas, the salt flats, we made a pit stop at the summit of the mountain, at about four thousand meters above sea level. We all picked up a rock from the summit, placed the rock along with our coca leaves on the ground, drenched them with wine and alcohol, and thanked the PachaMama for our safe journey up the mountain. At the summit there were huge piles of rocks and wine bottles because many other people do the same ritual to thank the PachaMama.

Pit stop along our drive up the precordillera

Pit stop along our drive up the precordillera

When we arrived to the Salinas, we walked off the dirt road onto the salt flats. The sun reflected off the salt and warmed our frozen bones from the wind that cut across the mountain summit. A local salt miner told us how they extract the salt and showed us the pools they create for the extraction process. After the salt miner´s explanation, my friends and I traversed the salt flats and tried to capture all the funny and cool pictures we could think of with the rainbow colored Andean flag.

Salt from the Salinas

Salt from the Salinas

Our attempt at an Urban Outfitters ad

Our attempt at an Urban Outfitters ad

Casually laughing with the Andean flag on the salt flats

Pools made to extract the salt.

Pools made by miners to extract the salt.

 

Visiting with locals

After our fun at the Salinas, we visited a Frenchman´s bread and breakfast. He shared with us why he moved to this area, cooked an amazing meal with the food he produces on his farm, and showed us his painting studio. He also mentioned his projects within the community: his painting workshops and his promotion of natives´ tourism businesses. The next day, we visited one of these projects: a tiny town called Barrancas where native peoples started their own tourism businesses. To get to this town, we turned off the main road onto a completely dirt road. Our bus soon had to cross a small stream in a dried up river bed. We continued to drive for another half hour in the middle of a desert valley until we reached the town of only five hundred people. In fact, this town only received electricity three years ago. The fridge in the kitchen was shiny new. Their Spanish was a little bit different, more sing-songy, and they added -ito to almost all adjectives. They prepared us a traditional indigenous meal of lamb, shared their traditions and culture, and gave us a tour of rock paintings, ranging from five hundred to  four thousand years old. It was amazing to see how this incredibly rural and small village survived in this isolated desert environment.

 

This trip was incredible and showed me entirely an different part of Argentina. Like the United States, Argentina has diverse landscapes: plains, deserts, tropical rainforests, and even glaciers. But this trip also showed me another cultural identity of Argentina. Everyone in this part of the country seemed of indigenous origin, and on their holiday, May 25, an indigenous performer played his instrument to accompany the speech of a politician in the town square. In Bariloche in Patagonia, native people were completely invisibilized and kept in the poorer parts of town. Even in churches in Jujuy, the image of the Virgin Mary was adapted to include the iconology of the local indigenous religion ━ instead of being slim and womanly, she was in the figure of a triangle to represent the mountain, the PachaMama. Through this trip, I saw an entirely different part of Argentine identity and culture and learned to appreciate a more rural, simpler lifestyle.

 


Location: Tilcara, Argentina

Wait, you’re American? (Also, where did this semester go?)

Hello everyone! I haven’t made a post in awhile, but I just couldn’t think of what to write about until now. For one, I just realized that there’s only two weeks left in the program. I can’t believe it! I just keep thinking that I have more time here than I actually do…..One friend left last week to start her internship back in the States and it just keeps reminding me that my friends and I will soon be heading our separate ways. As we said earlier today:

“Guys, it’s already June 1st….”

“Shhhh we don’t talk about that.”

We keep thinking we’re heading to the same part of the U.S., but in reality we’ll be traveling back to different states.

Since I’m not leaving just yet, I can talk about my last thoughts of the program in another post. For now, let’s continue with the original purpose of writing this.

So what’s with the title?

One thing that I’ve gotten used to since I’ve been here has been people assuming I am Chinese. What I mean by this, is that people think I am a native Chinese person and not a foreigner. Often during the semester, people would come up to me and ask how to get to certain places on campus. This made me start to think about whether or not I came across as a foreigner.  Later, during spring break, my friends and I decided to travel to Beijing and Xi’an, and here is where I was asked (many times) a question similar to the one in the title of this blog post. Usually the conversation went like this:

“Where are you from?”

“America!”

“Really? You look Chinese. Your face looks Chinese.”

“I know, but I’m American.”

“Oh. Well, what about your parents?”

“They’re both American.”

“Really?”

Here is where I would say, “我是华人。“ (华人=huá rén=someone who is ethnically Chinese) When I say this, the person that I’m talking to would understand that I am trying to explain I am a Chinese person but not Chinese. Since Shanghai is a very international city, the people there are used to seeing people from all over and I grew accustomed to people not being curious about where I am from. I didn’t realize that when I would go to cities such as Beijing and Xi’an, which aren’t as international as Shanghai, I would get asked this question almost everywhere I went. People were confused because I look Chinese, but I’m American.

Honestly, I find it interesting that some people really think that I am Chinese local since there are others who can pick me out as the foreigner. It still baffles me, even though I’ve already spent thirteen weeks here. This experience actually made me think about what it means to be Chinese-American and how I view myself. For example, what it means to be Chinese but grow up in a place as diverse as America. And then because of this, and because I didn’t grow up surrounded by a lot of Chinese culture, led me to sometimes forgetting that I am Chinese. Then, coming to China and having these experiences has changed the way I view things, and has challenged what I’m used to thinking. My friend, Melanie, phrased this feeling so well:

How come you look like us but you cannot speak Chinese?

It’s frustrating at times because it forces me to reflect on my experiences, who I am, where I come from. What does it mean that I am Chinese, yet I grew up in America —  where all the people I ever see on TV are white, where most of the music I listen to is sung by white males, where when my brother and I were little we thought we were white too? Looking back, I realize how much surroundings and environment influence how you see the world and how you
see yourself in relation to the world.
” (https://newhive.com/meowlanie/-part-one)

So how do you see yourself in relation to the world? I’ll leave you to ponder a bit with this picture of The Bund I took last Thursday. Until next time!

The Bund

The Bund

Take me back to Taiwan!

Last week, everyone in the CIEE Shanghai program went on their week-long trip. The four destinations were Hong Kong, Yunnan, Sichuan, and Taiwan and I was one of the twenty five student who went on the trip to Taiwan. It was honestly an amazing experience and I suggest that if you every have the chance to go, definitely do it! We had six days and five nights to travel around the island and be tourists.

On this trip we first flew into Taipei, then went south to Sun Moon Lake, continued south to Kending, circled back north to Hualien and Toroko National Park, and then finally spend our last night/day in Taipei before we flew back to Shanghai. There was a lot of time spent on the bus but it was still so much fun.

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Snowshoes, Cycling, and Spring Break!

Snowshoeing the Black Forest

Finally made it to the Black Forest yesterday! With our weekly weekend trips, I’ve realized how little time we’ve actually spent on the outskirts of Freiburg! Every weekend there’s something to do, some place to go. And after almost 3 months of being in Freiburg, it was TIME to venture to the Black Forest. One of our friends from our German language course invited us to come snowshoeing there. “Bring waterproof shoes” were our instructions but since most of us hadn’t packed hiking shoes to Europe, we made do with what we had. So equipped with a pair of sneakers, 2 extra pairs of socks, and optimistic minds, we strapped into our snowshoes.

snowshoeing in the black forest

Our group chose the longer 10 km (6.2 mile) route and for 4 hours we went hiking. Because of the uphill path and constant movement, we didn’t get very cold at all! Three fourths of way in, we came across a small lodge where we stopped for warm drinks and some food. The last fourth of the path was flat land and quite easy and quick! Our socks were soaked but we were warm and had made it!

We definitely have plans to go back to the Black Forest during the spring and go on one of the many hiking paths.

TIP: Our student public transport passes are valid not only for the trams in Freiburg but also for the regional trains that take us up to an hour outside of Freiburg (into the Black Forest). If you study abroad, get the student discounted transport passes and take the free rides places!

Buying a Bike!!!

my bike!

My bike!

I bought a bike! This is Pegasus and I am so excited to finally have a bike in Europe. Biking is much more common here than in the States so I wanted to take advantage of a prime opportunity to bike away! Since I only need him for a couple of months I bought the cheapest (working) one for 90 euros and have been told I could expect to make most of the money back when I sell the bike. There is someone always looking or selling a bike in Freiburg. Can’t wait to ride him!!

Spring Break 2015?!

Lastly, here comes Spring Break right around the corner!! 3 weeks. 1 backpack. 7 countries. We will be traveling for 3 weeks around Europe and I am completely stoked! The itinerary is

  • Innsbruck
  • Salzberg
  • Vienna
  • Prague
  • Barcelona
  • Rome
  • Florence
  • Cinque Terre
  • Milan

After hours and hours of booking and itinerary planning, I can’t wait for the 3 weeks and to see even more of Europe. I keep realizing how I’m basically living on a cloud. I know how fortunate I am to have the chance to travel and I am taking in every place and sight I see to learn as much as I possibly can. Can’t wait to share some stories once I return!

Since I will be traveling, I may have less computer access but info about the trip will be out within the month – so stay tuned!!!!! Until then, AUF WIEDERSEHEN!


Location: Black Forest, Feldberg

Le città d’Italia

A First-hand Comparison

Over the past few weeks, I have managed to see a number of Italian cities outside of the familiar confines of Rome. Due to Rome’s large size, it is able to take on numerous personalities that can cater to every type of individual. However, with these smaller cities, you are able to notice distinct personalities for each city as well as distinct cultures. Siena, Florence, and Venice are three notable Italian cities that, while containing similar elements, have very different feels to them.

Siena

 

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Siena is a small, castle-like town located on top of a hill in the Tuscany region of Italy. Fortified by an ancient wall surrounding the city, it is primarily composed of two main streets and one large piazza (where a famous horse race is held every year). Due to its small size, the city is NOT a frequent tourist stop, but still well known nevertheless. I have been to Siena on two separate occasions now and have loved my visit each time. The littleness of Siena is its most appealing aspect; it is not some large city that has expanded and expanded over time. It is a small, compact city full of authentic Italians and a rich history. The medieval and Renaissance history alone make it worthwhile to visit, but the chance partake in the culture of the city is just as enticing. Whether you are visiting the Duomo, relaxing in the Piazza del Campo, or wandering the alleys looking for a meal, Siena has a large, rich offering for a city of its size. Last but certainly not least, there is no one trying to sell you a selfie-stick at any point – this will always be a victory in my book. Rock on, Siena.

Florence

IMG_0626 Florence is a medium-sized, traditional Italian city serving as the capital of the Tuscany region. It is located on the Arno river and was the cultural capital of the word during the Renaissance. From my personal experience, Florence is a tale of two cities. The first time I visited six years ago, I was firmly in the tourist bubble – it was the first city I had ever visited outside of Italy. The sites were left me awestruck, the winding city roads left me curious, and English on the menus everywhere was too convenient. My family and I were SO tourist that we even participated in a Segway tour (#YOLO). I had such a positive experience that my expectations were very high coming back for the second time. However, I found myself leaving with a feeling of disappointment. Aspects that I found so awesome the first time were now suddenly tainted. Every famous historical aspect of the city was either tainted by tourists or under restoration. You could not find a food menu in Italian without crossing bridges to the outskirts of the city. Food and drink were over-priced and underwhelming in quality. Finally, there were American students everywhere, with you being able to hear an English conversation at every street corner. Now, this is not to say that these aspects ruin a city; quite the contrary, Rome is full of these aspects. But the mitigating factor is the congestion of these aspects and that is where Rome and Florence greatly differ. Rome is the largest city in Italy by a landslide while Florence comes in at a mere 9th. All things being equal, Florence is a small city coupled with a HUGE tourism industry – it is inescapable. For me personally, the beauty of Rome is that you can walk by a huge crowd of tourists at St. Peters square and then be in a neighborhood where they speak strictly Italian. I did not feel this way in Florence. Like I have mentioned in previous posts, the study abroad experience is not solely predicated on going places and seeing the sites – it is based on interactions and experiences. I did not manage to find either in my time spent in Florence. However, I do believe that it is there. I just have to have more time to spend looking. I’ll be back, Florence. I’m determined to make us work.

Venice 

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At this current moment, I am sitting on a train going from Venice to Verona – therefore, my reflection on this city will be remarkably fresh. Venice is a small city, based on top of water and serving as capital of the Veneto region. On a scale ranging from Florence to Siena, I would say Venice falls somewhere in the middle. It is a city that is driven by tourism, but allows you to escape from it. It is a city where people are going to always visit because of its uniqueness, and Venice knows it. Apart from Rome, I would say Venice is the most well known city in Italy. From its canals with its gondolas to St. Marks Square, Venice is a very different experience and one that everyone should experience in their life. Nowhere else in the world can you constantly walk over canals and not see one motor vehicle anywhere. Even though the city is driven by tourism, it has its own Venetian personality and culture that it still allowed it to be enjoyable unlike Florence. Additionally, you are able to escape the tourism. While St. Marks square may be filled with selfie-stick salesmen, you can walk ten minutes outside of it and find straight Italian restaurants. Just this morning, I had to order breakfast for my parents and I strictly in Italian because the staff did not know a lick of English. Like I have mentioned and mentioned before, it is in these moments where I get that feeling of satisfaction in my study abroad experience. Being able to integrate myself into a culture and feel confident in my abilities and myself is the ultimate goal and this morning just reinforced that belief. Consequently, I thoroughly enjoyed Venice. Its own distinct Venetian culture coupled with the uniqueness of the experience makes Venice a must-visit while studying abroad in Italy. Molto buono, Venetzia. Molto buono.

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Location: Siena, Piazza del Campo, Florence, Duomo, Uffizi Galleries, Accademia, Venice, Saint Mark's Square, Murano

Wait, it’s only been two days?!

If you can’t tell by the title, I honestly can’t believe it’s only been two days! I arrived in China Monday night and orientation started bright and early the next day. We’ve been so busy yesterday and today that it feels like we’ve been here for a week. Everything is just so new to me that I just want to take in as much as I can.

So how was that flight?

Between only getting three hours of sleep before heading to the airport and then going on a 16 hour flight, I somehow managed to stay awake for the whole thing. I think it was because the plane had movies and tv shows to watch during the flight. I managed to watch two movies and too many episodes of NCIS.

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16 hours later after I made it to Hong Kong I had the wonderful experience of having my plane being delayed an hour and a half. I already had a two hour layover and I found that I’m not one to wait too long between flights. Although the Hong Kong airport was AMAZING (so many stores that I couldn’t even believe were in an airport like fancy clothes, handbags, jewelry and even a Disney store….let me repeat that…A DISNEY STORE!!) I realized that I just get too excited about getting to my destination and I can’t wait for too long. Also I realized that once you’ve seen the whole airport there’s not much to do after; who would’ve thunk? But once I was on my connecting flight to China I finally realized how tired I was. They gave us food and I was asleep soon after.

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Bye Hong Kong!

 

 

 

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Look at that sunset

Fast forward a bit

After meeting some CIEE people at Pudong airport, we took a bus to the dorm on campus. Once I got there I met my host mom and she took us to her apartment. With my home stay I’m living with three people (grandma, mom and daughter) and it’s been interesting. My host mom speaks English so that helps when I don’t know certain words but my host grandma doesn’t. Considering I’ve taken 5 semesters of Chinese I’m actually not doing too bad at speaking with her, but I don’t always understand what the daughter is saying. She’s 8 years old so it’s like talking with any other 8 year old except I’m trying to do this in Chinese and she only knows a little English but it’s been fun.

Alsoooo, the apartment is 20 minutes from campus and I’ve actually managed to figure out how to get to and from campus within the two days I’ve been here. I think that’s an accomplishment! But one thing I noticed here while trying to get around is that the drivers just do their own thing. I don’t think I’ve had so many cars drive so close to me while I’m crossing the street or walking around campus.

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just walking around campus

 

And we’re still typing

So far orientation hasn’t been too bad. I already knew a few people from previous Chinese classes at Penn State so that made things a little easier when I went around to talk to people. I’ve met a bunch of new people and we’ve all added each other on WeChat. WeChat is a messaging app that’s used here so we all got it to talk to each other. Even with orientation going on, there are already events being planned. Tomorrow morning I’m going to Zhenru Temple for the lantern festival. I’m not too sure what to expect but it should be pretty cool. The only thing is that I have to get up super early (we have to meet at 7am!) and I’ve been hit by that whole jet lag thing. If I’m not busy doing something, I get pretty tired.

And on that note I should head to bed and try and get some sleep. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings in this update and I’ll see you at the next blog post!

 


Location: Shanghai, China

Exploring Castles in Carlow and Kilkenny

The latter part of my weekend at my friend Sally’s house in Wicklow consisted of trips to County Carlow and County Kilkenny, where much of our time was consumed by exploring castles.  The really great part about Ireland is that it doesn’t take too long to venture anywhere… it took ten minutes to drive from Sally’s house in Baltinglass, Wickow to Duckett’s Grove in Carlow.

After our adventurous day in Glendalough and Avoca on Saturday, we spent Sunday driving to a place called Duckett’s Grove in Carlow.  Sally and her friends had told us stories the night before about how the grove was supposedly haunted, and it was easy to see why when we arrived.

A castle in the distance, clouded by fog.

My first sight of Duckett’s Grove was definitely creepy but beautiful!

Aside from the uncommonly thick fog, exploring the castle ruins of Duckett’s Grove was incredible.  Much of our walk around was creepy, but I loved it.  Sally told us that the grove was a common spot for people to spend time, especially in the summer.  She and her friends would meet up there to play sports, play board games and cards, pack picnic lunches, and generally just spend time together.  I can’t think of a more beautiful and interesting place to casually meet up with friends or family!

A part of the castle with towers framed by fog

A tower with arrowloops – the sky really was that color!

The castle looked fairly abandoned on the inside, but that was only because the interior had to be preserved and protected from people entering it, especially late at night or early in the morning.  Sally said it was common for people to explore the castle when it was dark in order to find ghosts or get a good scare.  It sounded like a fun time to me!

Three of my friends and I standing outside a gate of the castle.

Nicky, Kelly, Mary, and I hoping to meet a ghost!

After we finished our escapade at Duckett’s Grove, Sally drove us to Kilkenny for an afternoon at Kilkenny Castle.  Unfortunately, we weren’t allowed to take photos inside of the castle, but I did get a few of the gorgeous exterior.

A view of Kilkenny Castle through the trees.

Kilkenny Castle through the trees.

The interior was just as beautiful.  We visited a large portrait gallery in a hall that reminded me of Pemberly (Mr. Darcy’s home) from Pride & Prejudice.  There was also a tapestry room which captured all of our imaginations… we admired the incredible craft work that went into creating a masterpiece like a wall-length tapestry.  The dining room was so intricate that I thought it would be a perfect film location for Downton Abbey – every single table setting was perfectly in place.  One of my favorite places was the library, though.  There were huge cupboards filled with old books, various writing desks near gargantuan windows, and cozy seating areas beneath paintings and portraits.  The Butler family, who lived in Kilkenny Castle, certainly didn’t want for comfort!

Outside, the grounds were filled with statues, a fountain, stone steps, and walkways.  Kelly and I even made a friend who decided to pose for a photo with us.

Kelly and I standing on either side of a statue.

He insisted on the pose… don’t blame us!

Also, as a side note, if any of you are fans of Hozier (born in Wicklow – one of Ireland’s own!) he recorded a live version of his song “In A Week” at Kilkenny Castle.  Here is a link to the video if you’re interested in watching it.  I highly recommend it… Hozier is one of my favorite musicians.

When we returned to Sally’s house, we were exhausted but immensely satisfied.  We had explored so much in only three days – my weekend visiting Wicklow, Carlow, and Kilkenny will be a time of my life I will never forget!

Until next time,

Maddison


Location: County Kilkenny, Ireland

Italy Beyond Temple

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It has been almost one month now since I became a part of the city of Rome. In terms of functionality, I can confidently accomplish almost any task that I desire. Whether its navigating through Rome, ordering food at a restaurant, or planning trips throughout the country, I am becoming more and more integrated into this Roman culture. However, I still wish to be more broadly exposed to the culture. People have often referred to the term “American bubble” while studying abroad. This is where we Americans find ourselves content with the new American friends we made and the places we are comfortable with. This is an instance that occurs with all of us and only by being proactive will you be able to escape it.

The first item that is broadening my experience here in Rome is volunteering at a local high school. A group of students and I all are responsible for teaching English to a class of Italian students. Once a week, we show up to class for an hour and teach the students through activities and conversations. Additionally, the students assist us university students with our Italian as well as helping us familiarize ourselves with the area. Just last week, I had my students recommend many places in Rome to go that are not considered touristy or American, but places where actual Italians go to socialize. Additionally, earlier today, the students helped me with my Italian phrases as well as told me what my last name meant in Italian. I am grateful for this opportunity because it is allowing me to see another side of Rome and Italy I would not have been able to see if I had just kept doing what I was doing. I often find in life that having opportunities that make you nervous or uncomfortable are the ones that are the most memorable. I look forward to continuing my semester with these students.

An additional way I broadened my horizons beyond Temple Rome was going to Bologna last weekend. When it comes to touristic cities Americans love to visit, Italy has a whole bunch of them: Rome, Florence, Venice, Pisa, Naples, etc. One name that never comes up is the quaint city of Bologna. Located a bit north of Rome, Bologna is as pure Italian as it comes. While it is similar to many other Italian cities with its churches and piazzas, it has a very different personality. People in Bologna were from Bologna; Italian was the only language spoken. Traveling to Bologna was a great experience for my friends and I. Not only did it allow us to grow closer in the process; it allowed us to be further integrated into Italy’s culture and have a greater appreciation for many of the behaviors we observe back in Rome.

This upcoming weekend I will be traveling to Florence for a school-sponsored excursion. I look forward to seeing what residents of Florence are like and how the city as whole is. I know a lot of people’s focus when traveling abroad is to travel to as many places as possible throughout Europe. Not me. Getting to know Rome and Italia is the real goal for this semester. I want Italia to become a second home of mine. One month in, I would say I am on the right track of reaching my goal.

A presto!

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Location: Bologna, Piazza Maggiore, San Petroni

Loquacious, Literary, and Loving Every Second

Now that I’m back in Galway, I have been drinking up the abundance of literary culture faster than the pints I’ve been partaking in.  I really lucked out in choosing to study in a place where music, art, history, and literature dominate the city; around every turn, there is something new and wonderful to stumble upon.

But to get to those places, sometimes it helps to ask questions along the way.  Before I arrived in Galway I was determined to find the residence of Nora Barnacle, who was James Joyce’s wife.  She was born and raised in Galway before she met Joyce, and now her old home has been turned into a museum (even though the house is tiny!).  When my friend Mary and I ventured into town, we stopped by the Galway tours office and I asked the man working how to get to Nora Barnacle’s house.  Jokingly, he said “She’s dead, she doesn’t live there anymore.”  After a bit of laughter, he did give us directions, and after two failed attempts, Mary and I finally made it to the small house nestled inside a side alleyway.  We happened to arrive at it at the same time as an Australian couple, so we all helped each other out by taking one another’s photos.

Mary and I standing in front of Nora Barnacle's House.

Mary and I outside Nora Barnacle’s house

It’s still difficult for me to fathom that I’m so close to the history of my favorite authors.  Every time I go into the center of town, I pass a statue of Oscar Wilde, who is one of my all-time favorites.  I’m loving being surrounded by a prominent literary culture here – it’s such a change from what life is like back in State College.

Oscar Wilde statue in Galway City

Oscar Wilde statue in Galway City

A few days after our Nora Barnacle adventure, my friends and I chatted with a local shop owner and got directions to Charlie Byrne’s Book Shop, which stole my heart as soon as I entered.  I could have spent hours looking around, but we had to get to class so we only had about an hour to browse.  It was time well spent, though!

Me reading a book in Charlie Byrne's book shop

Me enjoying a book in Charlie Byrne’s

There are so many book shops in Galway – I seem to notice a new one each time I walk down Shop Street.  It’s definitely a dream come true for me… all of it is.  There is something inherently magical about Galway, as cheesy as that sounds.  The constant music that’s played in the streets, in the pubs… everywhere, really… seems like a soundtrack to life.  I don’t think I’ve gone a day without singing here – it’s impossible not to.  And yes, my friends and housemates do call me out on how I’m always singing.  Galway makes it so easy to live my passions, though.

And Galway always seems to point me in the right direction, too!

Me pointing at a sign for Diagon Alley in the book shop

Diagon Alley and Galway feel like the same place to me!

Looking forward to sharing more of my adventures with you!

-Maddison


Location: Galway City, Galway, Ireland