I went and saw a bullfight in Spain, also known as “una corrida de toros.” This image depicts the opening ceremony, before they bring out the bulls. There were six, separate bullfights in total, although I only stayed for three. While it was an interesting cultural experience, I do not believe it is something that I would enjoy watching again. Photo Submission by Brandon Guyton
One of my most frustrating days while abroad… Don’t get me wrong, the semester was fantastic. Days like this are just part of the experience:
Allow me to take you on a journey of a typical day in the life of an extranjera in Buenos Aires. Buckle in, folks, you’re in for a bumpy ride.
Imagine: You set an alarm on an American phone still stuck in an American time zone. Because you’re good at math, you set the alarm four hours ahead. Oh, but daylight savings just happened and your phone’s on mountain-time, not west coast time? Surprise, you just woke up at 7:00 for a 10:00 visa appointment at the immigrations office! Probably for the better though, as this office is notoriously impossible to find. This way you have extra time to plan. After deciding on a route and writing down very detailed directions, you embark on what you know will be a long day. (Apart from being hard to find, migrations also has a fabulous reputation of taking an unbearably long time.)
You walk out the door: it’s raining.
No worries, you have a raincoat.
And here comes the bus! Oh, but wait… For reasons you don’t completely understand, the bus won’t take you where you want to go. Luckily, another soon approaches. This driver doesn’t seem too confident about your destination either, but you know this bus goes where you need it to go, so you take a seat.
The bus is going the right way. Psh, you know this route better than the driver! You look out the window on full alert, determined not to miss your stop. That, however, is impossible today, because this bus can’t make it to your stop. Its next big street is blocked off. You have no choice but to get off with all the rest, but where even are you?? The bus was going this direction; you should too, right? RIGHT! Hey you know this street!
But now what? Unsure where to go next, you decide it is finally time to ask for directions. From multiple sources. You know you’re getting close, though, because everyone is selling photos and photocopies, both necessary for a visa appointment. Oh, also, you’re soaking wet. When it rains, it pours.
FINALLY, you arrive. After a few minutes of confusion regarding where to go first, someone finally points you towards the end of a line. Luckily, your expectations are low enough that the 3+ hour process doesn’t actually feel that awful. You even meet another student from the United States who is all too eager to find an English-speaking friend. If you’re lucky, you might meet a pair of Mormon missionaries, one from Idaho and one from Peru (there are Mormon missionaries in Peru, apparently). The four of you kill time sharing experiences, and finally you’re on your way.
Only now you’re confronted with a whole afternoon of other problems. For one, you just spent the last of your cash at the immigrations office. It’s ok, though, your study abroad program gives you a monthly stipend for food that should be ready to pick up today!
“Come back tomorrow.”
Plan B: Quick transfer on Xoom!
But you have to register for classes first. And pick up your laundry, you’re completely out of clothes and would like to shower with a towel again. You have 30 pesos left, exactly what you’ll need.
Well, exactly what you needed last time when apparently you washed fewer things. This time the Laundromat needed to use two loads, so the price is double. You can go home with half your clothes. Still, far better than none. Finally, you’re home.
You deserve a shower dammit, and some food. But you don’t have much time before you have to meet up at the bus station to buy your tickets for MENDOZAA during Easter weekend, and you still need to get money. So you shower, and you eat, and you make the transaction to get cash…
Oh, but the pick up office closes at 6. It’s 5:30.
Borrow money from an incredibly kind friend until tomorrow, when you will assuredly be able to procure some of your own.
The day ends well, though, and you successfully book your Easter trip. After the day’s events, this feels like one of the greatest success of your life thus far. Just one more little hiccup: on the way home, you discover that your Sube (public transportation card that gives you access to the subways and the bus system) no longer works. “Sorry, you’ll have to go to an official Sube office. Buy a temporary ticket in the mean time, five pesos please.”
Fine. Just take me home.
At least you get to fall asleep to the sounds of the storm outside. Here in Buenos Aires, when it rains, it pours.
UPDATE: For the record, today was sunny, I was able to get cash, buy a new Sube, buy books for class, AND get the rest of my laundry! Every day is different. Cada día es nuevo.
Last weekend, I left the Midlands. Weeeeee. It was through a uni organized trip so we got to tour around more Western-Southern England.
We traveled in a group of about 20 other international students and had a professional tour guide who was an absolute riot.
Our first stop was the shining city of Bath. The Romans built the great baths to pay homage to the city and they took baths there. We got to do audio tours because our tour guide was not allowed in. I learned so much about Bath that it’s actually ridiculous. If you want to learn about Bath, I’m your girl.
I had the most fun traveling, getting to know the beautiful country of Germany in great detail, and experiencing all the wonderful opportunities it had to offer. I traveled all around the country and visited many different places including Neuschwanstein Schloss in Füssen (the castle Disney based Cinderella’s Castle on) and Oktoberfest in München, and have tried lots of authentically German foods including Schnitzel, Black Forest Cherry Cake from its origin town Baden Baden, and Mannheim’s own Spaghetti Eis (ice cream made to look like spaghetti).
Mannheim is a very beautiful city and I am very glad to have chosen to go there. The Wasser Turm is a key symbol of the city, and proves much more beautiful in person than in photos. And while many of the other, older building were destroyed during the war, Mannheim still amazed me with its beauty every day. The fact that I attended University in a Palace certainly helps that.
In addition to the beauty, another wonderful aspect of living in Mannheim was the transportation. Mannheim has a wonderful public transportation system consisting of Buses, Trams, and Trains that can take you anywhere you could want to go. Because Mannheim is a fairly large city, the Hauptbahnhof (main train station) is a main stop for ICE trains, essentially bullet trains, which makes going places like even easier, and much faster. It was by one of these trains that a friend and I were able to travel to Switzerland to go skydiving!
I also made a number of new friends while in Germany. With my friends I had wonderful adventures, going out onto town together and travelling. The nightlife in Mannheim is very active, and created a great opportunity for social bonding. I am extremely grateful to have had the opportunity to travel abroad in Germany, and will remember this experience for the rest of my life.
This is one of my first pictures of the Pantheon
Living in a large ancient city definitely took an adjustment. Most of the streets were windy and narrow without any sidewalks. Cars, mopeds, and pedestrians have to share the area. Navigating through all the streets was definitely a process and it was still easy to get lost. People’s driving was insane in Rome and parking was interesting. Cars would park on curbs, squeeze into tiny parking spots, and people would make their own spots wherever they pleased. There were so many changes (big and small) that took getting used to. However, it was amazing living in an ancient city and every day I grew to appreciate it more and more. One of my first days wandering around the city was with a group of people from my school and we were following a friend who was navigating us to the Trevi fountain. I did not have a map with me so I did not know where we were going or what was around us. As we turn a corner, all the sudden the Pantheon is right in front of us. This grand building commissioned by Agrippa in 126 AD! It is surreal thinking how old the building is and seeing it in the middle of a piazza. It became one of my favorite buildings and whenever I would cut through the middle of the city, I could count on passing by the Pantheon. Eventually I grew to love the ancient city that I called my home for a few months.
This picture was taken on one of our final days in Rome. We went around to see the Roman sites one last time
This is a photo of the Thanksgiving dinner that I prepared for myself while studying abroad in England. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, because I love spending a cozy and relaxing day at home with my family. It was difficult to have my first Thanksgiving away from home in a different country, and without my close friends to help ease the homesickness. I found a way to celebrate the holiday with my flatmates (who had very specific dietary needs) by making vegan, nut-free pumpkin pies. It was funny to hear what my British flatmates thought about Thanksgiving, and their responses demonstrated some of the British/American tension that I experienced during my time abroad. For example, one girl asked if Thanksgiving was an “anti-British” holiday, at which point I explained to her that the pilgrims were actually British themselves. Luckily, none of my flatmates had ever eaten pumpkin pie before. so they didn’t know how wrong my attempt tasted!
I studied abroad in Kawagoe, Japan this past fall semester. Although there were many frustrating and trying times trying to integrate into a culture so vastly different from what I was accustomed too, it was so incredibly rewarding. I met many friends, both American and Japanese, and made so many great memories that I still reflect on from a day-to-day basis while back to my regular life at Willamette.
While there’s no possible way to share even a fraction of what I was able to see in my four months, one particularly fun trip was to the Kansai region, where cities like Kyoto present a more traditional and spiritual side of Japan, in contrast to the bustling cosmopolitan area of Tokyo where we lived. I was able to become close with the people in my program and see a lot of amazing sights. Here’s a few photos to document our 5 day journey:
Our first stop to Miyajima. Popularly known as “shrine island,” you might recognize the giant shrine gate that stands out in the middle of the water. Here, the tide was out, so you could actually walk over to it!
This is the “genbaku dome” in Hiroshima. This building was miraculously left standing after the bombing of Hiroshima during World War II. It stands as a testament to this dark time in history in hopes that nuclear weapons will never be used in wartime again.
This is the “kinkakuji” or the Golden Pavilion in Kyoto. It’s covered in gold leaf and resides on an island out in the middle of a giant lake/pond. Beautiful!
My personal favorite place was the Fushimi Inari Taisha shrine a little ways outside of Kyoto. You might recognize these gates from the movie Memoirs of a Geisha. There are hundreds of these gates that wend every which way and lead to thousands of shrines with statues of foxes, the messengers of Inari.
Group shot of the Japan Studies Program group at Kiyomizu-dera, one of the most well-known temples in Japan.
My host family showed me a flyer for an archery event at the park near our house. I convinced my friend Alyssa to go with me. The event was fun and the archery was amazing. The archers raced down a path and shot at three targets. They did this routine three times before the event ended. This event showed that the Japanese treasure tradition and also amazed me with Japan’s long history.