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Finally in Roma!

Ciao Tutti (Hi All)!

It has been a week since I have arrived in Rome and I am finally getting around to updating my blog.  I think that says a lot about how crazy my week has been! 

I arrived in Rome last Friday (a few days before my program started) to do some sightseeing before I had to start my classes.  I stayed at a hotel near the Vatican which was nice in that it was a bit quieter than staying in the city center of Rome, but it also meant that every time we wanted to get to the main part of the city we needed to either walk 25 minutes or take a taxi.  I normally took a taxi, but it set me back about 10 Euro each time.  In hindsight, I think it would have made more sense to stay a bit closer to the city center.

My first impressions of Rome are pure excitement and amazement.  The weather is gorgeous (55+ every day I’ve been here) and it seems like there is a beautiful building, statue, or fountain around every street corner.  I think it is impossible to see all the sites in Rome in a lifetime, yet alone in 4 months!  Given this, I got started right away by going to see a bunch of sites the right after I got to my hotel.  I took a taxi to my apartment’s address and started from there.  As I mentioned in my last post, the Castel Sant’Angelo is literally a 2 minute walk from my apartment, so I saw that one first.

Castel Sant'Angelo

There is a pathway that connects Vatican City with the Castel Sant’Angelo.  Whenever the Pope was in danger, he would leave Vatican City and take refuge in Castel Sant’Angelo.  It was essentially his fort!  is actually an old fortress.  At the top of the Castel is Michael the Arc Angel.  The statue was put there after a plague devastated Rome and the Pope led a procession around the city of Rome praying for God to intervene and end the plague.  When the procession made it to the Castel Sant’Angelo everyone saw an image of Michael the Arc Angel holding a sword.  Shortly after this, the plague ended. 

After seeing this, I ventured into the winding cobblestone roads behind my apartment.  My apartment is situated in what was the rich section of Rome during the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, so chances are that I am walking on the same roads some of the great minds of Rome walked on.  There are so many great looking restaurants close to me – I hope I can see them all!  After about a 10 minute walk (and passing the famous “Steeler’s Bar” in Rome), I stumbled into the Piazza Navona which is considered to be one of the nicest Piazzas in Rome. 

Piazza Navona

This is a fountain that is in Piazza Navona.  Piazza Navona is a very touristy place, but that does not detract from its beauty.  There are artists selling their gorgeous art, a lot of cafes along the sides of the piazzas, and musicians playing the “typical” Italian music.  I could definitely see myself walking down to that Piazza to people watch while enjoying some gelato.

After seeing the Piazza Navona, I continued on to see the Forum and the “Wedding Cake” (a name that tourists gave to a monument commerating Victor Emmanuale – it actually looks like a wedding cake!).

The Forum

Largo Argentina.  It is actually below street level by at least 30 feet.  The reason for the change in street level is because the Tiber River used to flood every year.  This led to a higher street level.  The Romans eventually built walls around the Tiber River to keep this from happening again.

Il Vittoriano

This is the Wedding Cake AKA “Il Vittoriano”.  Il Vittoriano is also home to Piazza Venezia, another well known Piazza in Rome.

I then walked down the Via del Corso which can be equated to New York’s 5th Avenue.  It has a lot of very well known stores.  Along here, I bought a cell phone with a company called Tre.  This was very challenging because it was the first time I had to use upper level Italian, but I succeeded and got a phone.  Very proud of myself, I continued on my way up the Via del Corso. 

The Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps are both a block off of the Via del Corso.

Trevi Fountain

The Trevi Fountian.

The Spanish Steps

The Spanish Steps.

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A fountain near the Spanish Steps.

I then walked to the Piazza del Popolo and went back to my hotel.  I was amazed to see how many amazing and famous sites were within walking distance to my apartment.  I even missed a site along the way – the Pantheon.  The Pantheon is a 10 minute walk from my apartment.  Rome is truly an amazing city. 

The next day, I took a hop-on, hop-off tour and was able to see some other sites like the Colosseum, Circus Maximus, and the Baths of Caracalla.  

Then, it was the day I’ve been waiting for since I knew I wanted to study abroad – move-in day.  Our apartment is absolutely gorgeous and exceeded my expectations in every single way.  It is less than a 2 minute walk from the IES Center where I will be taking all of my classes.  It has a great view of the Castel Sant’Angelo from my window.  There are two bedrooms, a huge living room, a kitchen with a dishwasher and a washing machine, and separate dining area.  I was so happy that we have a washing machine because it would have been painful to bring my laundry to a laundromat every week!

My Apartment

This is my room.  My bed is the one closest to the window.

View from my window - to the right

This is the view from my window looking to the right.  Not a bad view at all….

As I mentioned in my earlier post, I am in an “Italiano a Casa” apartment which means that all four people who live in my apartment can only speak Italian within the confines of my apartment.  The hope is that by using Italian in an everyday conversational context I will be able to pick up Italian at a much faster rate than I would otherwise.  It is definitely working – one of my roommates, Silvio, is an Italian student who attends the University of Roma Tre, another of my roommates, Jordan, is an Italian major and goes to Seton Hall, and the last roommate, Zach, is an Italian minor at Connecticut College.  My Italian is definitely the worst out of the group, but I look at it with a sense of optimism in that I have the greatest chance to improve my Italian. 

I can already see a difference in my Italian.  When I first arrived in the apartment, I understood around 60% of what my roommates said.  This was partly because I was not used to listening to Italians talk as fast as they do.  Now, I have gotten used to the speed and have built up my vocabulary a bit.  I would say I understand about 70% of what my roommates say – not a bad improvement for only 5 days!

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday were the orientation to IES Rome.  We were introduced to the staff, listened to a police officer talk about the rules of Italy and how to stay safe, learned how to take the public transportation in Rome, and took our Italian placement exams.  I placed into Italian 301.  I’m very happy I got into this one because I did not do very well on the oral exam.  The questions they asked you were hard to answer in English, yet alone Italian.  The hardest one was “If you were the President of the United States, what would you do?”.  I obviously did well enough to get into the 300 level class which will transfer to Penn State and satisfy the requirement for my minor.

We also had the chance to introduce ourselves to the other students.  It definitely is true what they say about Penn State – we travel well.  There are 16 other Penn Staters in the program (143 students in total), so Penn State was the most common school.  I had the opportunity to meet people from many schools including Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, and Emory.  Everyone at the program is so outgoing and so much fun to be around.  I could easily see myself socializing with anyone over here.

On Friday, we took a tour of the historical section of the city.  We saw many sites that I already saw like Piazza Navona, but I got to see the Jewish Ghetto which was very interesting.  It has all been torn down, but all the Jewish people of Rome had to live in an area of four square blocks between the years of 1555 and Italian Unification in 1861.  It is estimated that at one point, there were over 9,000 people living in those four square blocks.  The Jews were also forced to go to Catholic mass on Sunday.  The people who remained in the Jewish Ghetto after Italian Unification were also the first people to be sent to concentration camps in Italy during World War II.

On Saturday, IES hosted a scavenger hunt called the Amazing Roman Race.  This was very exhausting as we had to walk to pretty much every major site in Rome in period of three hours. 

That brings me to today.  This morning, my roommate and I went to an open air market called Porta Portese which is the largest open air market in Rome.  It is open on every Sunday and the vendors sell things from clothes to electronics to old books and postcards.  I bought an alarm clock for 10 Euro, so I was satisfied.  Tonight, we’re going to one of the “American Bars” in Rome to watch the Super Bowl.  It starts at 12:30 AM, so it is going to be a long night.

I apologize for the length of this entry.  I will try to update my blog more frequently once things calm down.

Ciao,
Mike


Location: Roma, Italia

My day in a typical English home with typical English people

There are definitely many positives to attending a huge school like Penn State. One is how there are students there from all over the world. Even in my sorority, Sigma Sigma Sigma, we have sisters from all over. One of my sisters, Eleanor, is from London. And I wasn’t sure if I would be able to visit her because she and her family are moving to Bermuda. But, the moving day was pushed back and I was invited to her home!

Eleanor lives in Ealing Common, which is west of Central London just outside of it. She lives in an English row of homes, similar to this. She gave me a tour of her house as well. One of the main differences I noticed when I first came to London was how everything seems so “small” here compared to the United States, and I do mean that in terms of living space. Eleanor pointed out that in America, we have room to build wide whereas in London, they build up. Her home though was (to me at least) a good sized home like I would see in a city like New York. Her mother is American while her father is English so they do have a mix of both America and England in their home.

A few of her friends also came over for lunch and they were just as interested in America as I was interested in England. One thing I was worried about when I arrived in London was whether people here would receive an American like myself well. Luckily, most of the ones I’ve ran into are very kind and very interested in America. Probably the number one question I get from the English here is “What do you think of President Obama?” They are very surprised when they run into an American who says they don’t approve of him. I do approve of him so I give them a straight answer of “A good job, better now that things are getting better in the economy.” And yes, I was quite bummed to find out the President would make a visit to Dear Old State while I’m here. But, I’m getting over it… slowly.

Some questions Eleanor’s friends asked me was about how big soccer is in the States (I said around the World Cup it’s big but not very celebrated otherwise); is New York City worth a visit (Absolutely- it never disappoints); how big is Disney World (huge, way bigger than Disneyland Paris and though expensive, worth it); what are the winters in Pennsylvania like (much worse than London, the 38 degree weather we’re having right now is actually balmy compared to State College); and summer in Pennsylvania (very hot).

In turn, I asked questions to them, like is it worth it to go to a football match (definitely- it’s like going to a Penn State football game); is American football here big at all since the Super Bowl is coming up (not really; people will watch the Super Bowl but they’re more into their version of football); and what vacation spots are popular with the English in the summer (more southern places usually in Europe like the south of France, Spain, and Italy because it’s very easy and cheap to travel around Europe).

I also finally had my first cup of tea! Eleanor made sure to use the special china to serve tea in. I put sugar and milk in because I thought it would be necessary. I was worried about trying it, but it was delicious! I never really had tea back in the States, but I definitely enjoyed my tea here. I’m actually craving tea right now! I think I’m going to go to the local supermarket, either Waitrose’s (which I equate to Wegman’s) or Tesco’s (which I equate to Weis) to get some.

It was definitely a joy to spend the day with Eleanor. I feel so lucky to have a friend from school who actually lives here. Now that she has graduated, I’m able to see her here more than back at school. I am hoping to see her again before she moves because it’s a little of home for me to see a friend. And I loved being able to interact more with other English (and they do refer to themselves as English. British accounts for all of the UK whereas English refers to just the people of England) students and staying in an English home for the day. It’s an experience I’m getting that other students here didn’t really have and I hope to have the opportunity again.


““Me and Eleanor back at Penn State!!

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Location: Ealing Common, London, England

Images of Peru

Being Peruvian-American, arriving in Peru for the first time in twelve years was a powerful experience.

When I arrived here during spring break in October, seeing the landscape from the airplane, a fullness entered my chest, the same feeling I�ve experienced upon returning home after weeks at college.

It�s crazy that I felt that sense of homecoming, because Peru has never been my home. All I knew of the country at the time were photos, a long past family vacation, fragments of memories that my parents told me, and whatever else I could piece together from my relatives� experiences in the States. I also had whatever my family had been able to bring to rural Pennsylvania, whether that was food, music or whatever else, but I�d never been able to touch Peru itself.

So to drive by the oil refinery on the outskirts of Lima, seeing people living in abject poverty in shacks among the dirt, was to experience a sobering shock I�d never expected. Peru had before been an amorphous concept, but there I could plainly see a veritable face of the country. And it disgusted me.

Although the barrios of Miraflores and Barranco in Lima are beautiful (among the more developed areas of the city), I also saw other parts of Lima that existed in depressing disrepair: Ramshackle affairs of houses thrown together in a hell of urban sprawl. Life-threatening traffic on every street. Kids selling candy and doing cartwheels at traffic lights to earn money.

Since arriving here in late November, now my third visit to Peru, I�ve had the opportunity to visit Cusco, Lake Titicaca, Puno, Arequipa, Ica and Huacachina, and my perspective has developed substantially.

To be honest, I was shaken by Cusco and the floating islands of Lake Titicaca. The rampant tourism there — seeing suppliant Peruvians practically begging to sell their wares at every possible moment — made me feel embarrassed.

Was this really Peru? I didn�t want to believe it. I saw nothing of the self-sufficiency of Buenos Aires. It seemed Peruvians were a somehow a subservient people that went about perpetually on their knees. I know it�s terrible to think so demeaningly, but the number of citizens with this sort of foreigner-centered mentality far outnumbered those of any other disposition. The people of the floating islands even sang a song and danced about, like circus clowns, for us tourists.

But arriving in the city of Puno, I finally saw a different face of Peru.

Sam and I were just two annoying backpackers taking up too much sidewalk space in the crowded city. People hardly looked at as they went about their daily business. If anything, they cautioned us, “There are thieves around here, be careful.” But that was all. We weren`t the center of attention, and it was wonderful.

It was the same in Arequipa. I saw Peru existing of its own accord. The rest of the world seemed so far away, and I was really here.

Of course, Machu Picchu and the ruins were amazing, but that�s the Peru of the past. And if all foreigners leave Peru knowing only those ruins, some parts of Lima and the touristed areas of Cusco and Lake Titicaca, that constitutes an image of the country that in no way does it justice.


Location: La Avenida del Arco 189, Lima, Peru

Wait, I leave for Ireland in a Month?

Hello everybody!  My first geoblog entry.  Yay!

My name is Melanie Versaw, and I am a junior at the Penn State University majoring in both Marketing and Advertising.  I will be traveling to Ireland for the spring semester to study at the University of Limerick.  I chose to study abroad because everyone who hasn’t says they regret it.  Oh, and I didn’t want to graduate early. 

I leave relatively soon (January 18th, to be exact).  I am not prepared.  And that’s fine.  I like spontaneity. 

Most of my posts on here are going to include a lot of photographs.  Though I am not a photography/arts major, I am the Photography Editor of Onward State (an excellent PSU news blog), and I want to focus a lot of my time abroad taking photographs and bettering my photography skills. Also, pictures speak louder than words.  So hooray for photo blogs!

I tend to be a rather sarcastic person, which can influence my writing quite a bit, so watch out for that.  I do think this will be a fun experience, though.  I used to be a creative writer, but since I joined so many activities at Penn State, I hardly have time to write during the school year; I’m excited for this little blogging opportunity.  Random fact: I am obsessed with semi-colons. 

Today it is snowing in State College.  I wonder if it’s snowing in Limerick.  Does it snow in Limerick?  …like I said…SO unprepared.  But I cannot wait to go.  It will be a blast. 

I’ll update you on the fiasco I like to call packing sometime in the near future.  First, I must fight through this week (I am throwing a $30k concert tomorrow) and finals week.


^this is me

^this is where I am going

^sample of my concert photography and me hoping there is good music in Limerick.

I will hopefully get fancier with my photography as I learn. To bring up an awesome nerd moment:  the geoblog website isn’t letting people upload photos via the image uploader.  My immediate reaction:  “You can just use the HTML coding.”  Excellent, Mel.  Excellent.

Cheers,
Melanie 


Location: State College, PA

Discrimination – Getting Called Out in a Crowd

Cusco draws a lot of tourists. Expensive restaurants like Jack�s Cafe serve American-style burgers and hiking stores — due to the big attraction of Machu Picchu — swarm the streets near the central Plaza de las Armas. Many locals pinpoint foreigners to sell goods or ask for money. People actively pursue this so often that it becomes a headache.


A street artist waited for me outside a restaurant for an hour and a half with his portfolio. He managed to sell me a picture I didn�t even particularly like, simply because I felt badly for him.


After that, a shoe-shining man, seeing the leftover food I had in a doggie bag, proceeded to follow me and Sam halfway to our hostel several blocks away. He begged me for the food continuously. If I hadn�t already spent so much money on the painting, I might�ve given it to him.


Little girls on the street will look at me and smile. I�ll smile back. Then they�ll hold out a hand, saying in a sweet voice, “�Propina?“, which of course means that they�re asking for money.


People ask me for money so often that I don�t even know what to do with myself anymore. I just want to shout at them, “I can�t help the entire freaking world! I want to, but do you know how many other people I�ve helped today?”


And it�s ridiculous for me to get upset like this: I�m not the one begging on the street.


It�s in this context that, after visiting a church in the Plaza San Francisco, Sam and I were drawn to a street comedy show. A man had drawn a laughing crowd of 150 people or so and was shouting and acting obscenities. After one of his sketches, he pointed directly at us and shouted, “You! Whitey! Where are you from?


Sam responded, the United States.


The comedian busted on him for a moment. Then he called me out, asking for my nationality.


I responded, the United States.


Everyone laughed and he joked about me, as if it that fact were impossible.


This was easy to smile at until the comedian grew progressively more incisive with his commentary. I don�t remember what he said exactly. He sarcastically mentioned people from the United States coming to have a good time in his beautiful country. He put on a blond wig of long hair like a woman�s, saying he now looked just like us. Everyone continued laughing.


He then said that us — these people from the United States — should give him money, right there in front of the crowd, or be disgraced. He approached us, holding out the wig in mock, exaggerated suppliance. Everyone watched in anticipation and the tension in the air was thick. Sam didn�t understand quite what was going on, and he was still laughing at the “joke.” Angry, uncomfortable and defeated, I reached into my pocket and gave him two coins. I wasn�t even sure how much they were worth.


6 soles! Look, how generous! Thank you so much!” he said when he�d returned to the center of the crowd.


Even then he continued heckling us and abruptly Sam caught on and said, “Let�s get out of here.”


This scenario was still burning in my mind when we sat down at a poller�a (restaurant that sells almost exclusively chicken, fries and salad), less than 20 minutes later. Sam and I were eating quickly, having paid before sitting down because we had to catch a bus.


When Sam rose to fill up his salad bowl, a Peruvian man glared at me and said condescendingly, “Make sure he leaves tip. Don�t forget to leave tip.”


I was ready to freaking explode.


I scarfed down a few more forkfuls of food, shaking my head and getting angrier by the second. Sam saw my annoyance but I wasn�t even paying attention to him. Far past ready to leave, I tore 2-sole coin out of my pocket, held it up so the man could see and slammed it on the table-


As we were leaving, I leaned onto the table next to the man. He looked past me at the television screen, ignoring me. I said in Spanish while Sam put on his backpack, “I�m the son of two Peruvians, and he is one of best people I�ve ever met.


“And I speak very good English!” he said turning his head.


I�m not sure what I�d wanted to accomplish. All I�d wanted was to combat ignorance or discrimination, I think, but what would the confrontation really get me? Nothing in the end. But I was so incredibly pissed at everything that had transpired before then that I wasn�t thinking straight.


“Don�t judge my friends,” is what I said, and I left the restaurant, shaking my head, a mix of emotions I�d never felt before swirling around inside me.


Thankfully, I�ve never experienced much discrimination in my life. If I have, it�s been inconsequential. So to walk around with Sam — tall, white and blond — while in Peru has been an eye-opening experience. People treat me so differently when I wander around alone, lending themselves more warmly to conversation, begging me for money less. Now I�ve been noticing the eyes watching us as we walk, and I stare pointedly back at them, wanting to say, “What is your problem?”


Things have been different since leaving Cusco, but those few days have been branded into my memory.


Location: Arequipa, Peru

Last Night in Buenos Aires

I’m in no way ready to leave Argentina.

In some respects, I’ve allowed my life to fall to pieces while studying here. My academics have gone completely down the drain. I’ve reevaluated everything that I’ve ever worked to achieve, and to top it off, those ideas I once had are not just altered but completely broken.

It’s a beautiful thing, because I’ve realized that there’s more to life, so much more than what rural Pennsylvania has to offer.

This might seem especially melodramatic, even naive. But after participating in the occupation of the university, attending student protests and living in a culture that is so distinct from the cold atmosphere of the northeast, I wonder if I’m not steadily losing some part of my humanity back at home.

Tomorrow, I fly to Per�, back to the “homeland,” to see Macchu Pichu and travel aimlessly for a few weeks.

I’ll continue blogging as often as I can until the next semester begins, probably posting an abundance of photos and reflections when I get back to the States that I just don’t have the time to record right now. I like living in the moment as much as I can, and I think ultimately that dedicating time to that should amount to better entries in the long run.

Peace.


Location: Avenida Paraguay, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Cuetzalan School

Hello all!  I know there haven’t been very regular updates to my blog, so I’m hoping to try to catch up a little bit this last week I’m here in M�xico.  I’ve had different issues – ranging from technical difficulties uploading to simply not having a lot of free time in which to write!

Anyways, this blog is primarily about our final “fieldtrip” while here in M�xico.  Last weekend (Friday – Sunday) we visited a tiny mountain town in the state of Puebla called Cuetzalan.  The town has a school that Penn State is “partners” with, and that we had the opportunity to visit.  It was pretty amazing.  The whole village is set way up in the mountains here (it took us 4 hours to drive there in our tour bus).  The scenery is gorgeous, and because of its location, the climate is closer to tropical than anything I’ve experienced so far while I’ve been here.  But here’s the play-by-play…

Friday Morning:

Up at 7:30am to meet up as a group to get on our tourbus and head for the mountain town of Cuetzalan.  The schedule for today is to drive deep into the Sierra Madres to visit a tiny school for the people who live in this amazing location.  My understanding is that Penn State helps this school out with occasional funding, faculty exchange, and gifts and in return they allow us to visit when we do our study abroad program here in the state of Puebla.  I didn’t really know what to expect for this school, but it was something so outside of my realm of experience, I don’t know that I could have been completely prepared for it.

To see a third-world type educational institution on TV or in a magazine is a thoroughly different experience than visiting one in real life.  While at the school we saw a powerpoint presentation on their computer (their ONE computer and projector…) that was pictures of previous visits to the school.  And they fed us lunch – a hamburger, fries, and homemade coleslaw.  As we ate, our professor remarked that this was most likely more food than most of the families saw in a day, certainly much, much more than they normally received at school. 

After we walked through the cement block school, that had maybe five or ten different classrooms, we went down to their “gym” an outdoor cement basketball court/soccer field.  They did a variety of traditional dances for us, and thanked us for the gifts we had brought them (plates, bowls, soccer balls, colored paper, pens and pencils).  After that, a bunch of our group played soccer with a bunch from the school.  Despite what you’d consider our height and weight advantages (as we’re all twentysomethings and they’re malnourished kids between the ages of 10 and 16), they kicked our butts at soccer.  I think everyone had fun, though, which was more the point of the activity.  J

After that, they did this fantastic thing where they build these giant paper balloons (out of a waxy crepe paper that we bought them), insert a wire ring with a rag soaked in gas and on fire, and then send them up into the sky.  A miniaturized hot air balloon.  It was a really neat thing to watch, and the balloons floated all the way up and out of sight behind the clouds as we were getting ready to go.

All in all, it was a pretty incredible day…one that made me extraordinarily grateful for my education and the opportunities I’ve had in my life.  The kids at that school have an impossible road ahead of them, and most won’t make it out of the mountain towns in which they live.  A lot don’t even have a proper house, and are hanging on only by a thread.  I wish the best for them, and am glad that Penn State, for all its flaws, is doing some little good somewhere in the world, at least.  We need to do more.

TO BE CONTINUED…  


Location: Zaragoza No. 12 Cuetzalan, Puebla, México