When I was in Prague I took a course called Comprehending the Holocaust. At the end of the semester we took a trip to Auschwitz. This was the most powerful and educational experience I had abroad. My entire life I had learned about the Holocaust in school and from my grandparents , but to finally walk on the ground were so much of it happened was a completely different and powerful experience.
This photo was taken the week that our London abroad program went to Edinburgh, Scotland for a few days. A few friends and I stayed in Scotland a few extra days, and I ended up with an afternoon alone in Scotland, unsure of what to do. So, I looked up scenic areas in Edinburgh and found this little unknown space of land called the Pentland Hills. It was an hour bus ride out of the city, and a thirty-minute trek through rural farmland after that, just to get to the base of the hills. I spent most of the afternoon climbing, but it was worth it when I reached the top of the hills. The view of Edinburgh was indescribable. Because I had gone alone, and because there wasn’t a single other person around for miles, I felt a sense of peace that I had never before experienced, just by being surrounded by this vast green scenery. I tried to take a photo to capture the beauty of the scene, but I don’t think any photo could do it justice. The fact that I had made this journey all by myself, in a town (and a country) I had never been to before, and the amount of freedom that I felt once getting to the top — that completely made my study abroad experience. It showed me how far I had come in my independence, and it showed me that truly beautiful things can come out of that. While I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to escape to the Pentland Hills again, that experience has inspired me to try and step out of my comfort zone a bit more and take more independent trips around Oregon.
This is a picture of a rock I took while I was in Greece. Greece is really famous for its rocks, especially the ones believed to relate to the people inhabiting Greece around 2,500 years ago. People like to look at these rocks because of all the stories told about Ancient Greece. I wasn’t really feeling anything when I took this picture because I have no soul, but maybe you’ll enjoy it.
I lived on the other side of the river away from all the commotion of downtown with some of the best people I have ever met. I loved our cozy apartment. Just below us was a cafe by day and a bar by night filled with the most hip people you will ever lay your eyes upon. It was important for me to live outside of the center. Instead of the loud commotion of the excited tourists hustling and bustling about, I felt a sense of calmness across the bridge. We established a nook there just for us where restaurant waiters recognized us, and cat cafe owners practiced Czech with us. I often sat on my windowsill looking down at the trams passing by and then up at the sunset. Untainted calmness.
This is one of my favorite pictures of all time. Ecuador was the most amazing experience and I wouldn’t change one thing about it. Like these kids, Ecuador was full of heartbreaking yet the most inspirational people I have ever met. I cannot wait to return.
I was visiting Germany and it was the first time I had ever visited a concentration camp. As I looked out the window of one of the barracks I couldn’t take my eyes off what I saw. It was a bronze sculpture made to look like barbed wire but the barbed wire was made to resemble the victims who died in the camp. It is the most powerful sculpture I have ever seen and something I will never forgot. To be in a place of so much pain is sobering and a reminder of a dark time in history. It’s an indescribable feeling to confront such a place but I think very necessary because it is my belief that “those who fail to learn from history, are doomed to repeat it.” (Churchill).
The mosque in Cordoba represents years of change, and transfer of power. It is an example of how religion has been the driving force of wars from a very early time. It was originally a small Islamic Arab mosque that grew as the city did, but in the conquest it was taken over by the catholic kings and created into a cathedral. The structure was kept, but certain things were replaced and added to make it catholic. To this day, people who practice the muslim religion are not permitted to pray in this structure. We took a class on this city before we went to see it, and all I can say is that no stories will do it justice. It is one of the most wicked things I have ever seen. It is enormous and hosts so much incredible arquitectural culture. It’s composition is as impactful as the history that has led to what it is today. I felt overwhelmed, but super impressed being there. I heard stories about people that consider this monument a huge part of their life bucket list, and I could not believe I did not even know about it until Spain. It is still incredible to think that I was there, and I got to experience it all.
I took this picture when my program took us on an excursion to different cities in Spain. Toledo was the last city we visit before heading to Granada. The picture shows the entrance to the city and its rich history. Toledo is a rural beautiful city and the streets are just amazing. Every street you are on there is art on the walls or small shows with beautiful hand made jewelry and treats. Even though I prefer the city I felt in love with Toledo.
I took this photo during a program visit to the Alhambra in the town I was living in, Granada, Spain. These intricate wall carvings were so striking and beautiful and I was so glad I captured the moment. It was a special moment of standing in a really old building and thinking about all the people who had walked on these floors and the lives they had lived there; I especially thought of how different those lives must have been. During my time abroad I reflected a lot on the great luck I had to follow the steps of people so many years before me who had built monuments, started wars, and worshipped in the places I now walked. I’m so glad for the experience I have had to look at the places around me in a new light- even back home.
Home is where you make it.
This picture is of me and my roommate and was taken by our host mom on my birthday celebration! I am reminded of the delicious french food and warm atmosphere of my home stay when reflecting this image.
Dwi’n hoffi dysgu Cymru. I learned so much in my time at Aberystwyth, but the most impactful came through learning the language. It is so entrenched with history and culture: every word isa representation of the culture. Welsh is beautiful. Wales is beautiful. Cymraeg yn hardd. Cymru yn hardd.
A personal goal of mine has always been to see the wonders of the world. I have been conflicted recently, as to what should and should not count, but there is one which I know for certain. The Flavian Amphitheater, the largest of its kind across the Empire. We spent half a day in this structure in Rome, and you could feel the grandeur. My time abroad was a challenge, especially academically. However, seeing sights like this, the ruins of an old world, made it worthwhile. I will always remember my time in Rome.
…It won’t let me rotate it.
During my regular life (meaning, not living in Rome on a semester abroad), I overburden myself. I thrive when I am over-committed, so I work multiple jobs on top of being a full-time student. So I told myself that going abroad would be time for me, and I would focus on relaxing and just having fun. This is important context for what comes next.
The Career Center at John Cabot University in Rome sends internship opportunities by email every few days. One of the opportunities they shared caught my eye: “For international contemporary art/photography/street art publisher: correct, edit, write pieces like press releases, book descriptions, social media, and website.” Repeating myself, I did not want to work during my semester abroad. But the habits of an workaholic are too strong in me. So with low expectations (and not even knowing if I wanted this internship), I sent in my resume. In less than 12 hours, the executive director of Drago Publishing called me directly to schedule an interview.
Thursday at 12:30pm, only in my third week in Rome, I sat down for an interview with an Italian publishing company. Domitilla, the executive director, was concise describing what she was looking for, and told me that my resume and experience looked perfect. Instead of asking me why I applied for the job or what my strengths and weaknesses were, Domitilla said she could much better see if I was a good fit by viewing me in action. In a blur of English with Italian sprinkled in, she explained my work for the afternoon: research some advertising options for two new books, rewrite some copy on the company’s webpage, and compile information for a call she would be having later that day. A bit overwhelmed but up for the challenge, I settled into work. Before I got too far, though, Domitilla asked me if I had eaten lunch yet (I hadn’t, since I had rushed to the interview from class). She introduced me to Ninja (a nickname used far more often than his real name, Paolo), another employee of the company, and gave him money to buy lunch for the two of us. Ninja’s English was not excellent, but nevertheless I loved talking with him and eating pizza at Piazza del Popolo before heading back to the office.
That’s when I really began to work. Domitilla was in meetings until 5:30pm, when she asked to see what I had come up with. I showed her the consolidated options for advertising with one of Drago’s distributors, and a list of questions to ask their advertising representative during her 6:00pm call. After reading through the questions I had listed, she exclaimed, “This is fantastic. I want you on. You’re going to be on this call with me.” Wondering what I had gotten myself into, I sat down with Domitilla to prepare for the conference call. After she spoke with the distributor for a few minutes on another issue, she passed the phone to me and told me to go for it. In a sink or swim moment, I wouldn’t say I was an Olympic swimmer, but I was definitely above the doggy-paddle level. Essentially faking it ‘til I made it, I directed the remainder of the call with my questions about the advertising options.
When the call ended, Domitilla asked me to come back the next day. She said the internship would be paid, and gave me one of her old bikes so I could get around the city easier. I biked home past Saint Peter’s Basilica in the fading light, and wondered to myself if any of the past 6 hours had really happened. But it did happen, and I returned the next morning to continue working.
My internship with Drago was one of the most valuable parts of my semester abroad. Especially rewarding was working on the release of Just for Passion, the newest book of contemporary photography for the publishing house. In November, nearing the end of my time in Rome, I attended the VIP gallery opening of Letizia Battaglia’s Just for Passion exhibit at the MAXXI Museum of Contemporary Art. Seeing the printed book for the first time, I noticed a small detail in the back of the book which made my heart leap: my name was published in the book.
If I accomplish nothing else in my life, at least I can say that I contributed to the media and marketing of a contemporary photography book by an Italian mafia photographer. Who else can say that?
Otium cum dignitate. Leisure with dignity. This was the very first phrase I learned in Latin my first day of college. It describes a way of life for the ancient Roman elite: one should always work hard, and if one takes leisure, it should be a dignified activity, something that improves the mind such as reading and studying. Our professor proclaimed that this should be the model by which we lived our lives. Over the next two years, I fell in love with the Latin language and the Classical studies as a whole. Yet in visiting Rome, I did not realize how much I would be affected by the birthplace of the language I had so vigorously studied. I was overcome upon entering the Roman Forum, where all the great orators and politicians of the past had spoken. And, of course, I was taken in by the Colosseum. I was struck by how, having this experience abroad in London, visiting other places I had never imagined I would go, I was also expanding the bounds of my worldview. By doing this traveling, I was learning. I was experiencing a pure form of otium cum dignitate. I immediately made my friends snap a picture to capture the moment. It is one of my favorite and most precious experiences from abroad.
This photo of Osaka Castle was taken on the Kansai excursion offered to the JSP students and it is an image that I think epitomizes my Japanese Studies Program experience. I was always in a state of awe and wonder throughout my stay in Japan because of the way Japan incorporated modernity and history together in the sense that culture is preserved despite their rapid progress in technology and the modernization occurring throughout the country. In the image, one can see the towering presence of the castle with large buildings poised in the background. I’ve always been intrigued by the way Japanese culture seems to prosper as the generations pass, and going to Japan to see the culture for all it’s worth exceeded my expectations. Visitors to Tokyo, and the surrounding prefectures, can easily be caught up by the bright lights and crowded streets of the big cities, but going to Kansai really made me take a step back and appreciate what Japanese culture has to offer. Don’t get me wrong, there are various spots near Tokyo where visitors can feel the same emotions that I felt here and there are big cities in Osaka, but I was captivated by the power and presence of this particular castle inspiring me to take this picture. As the two month mark approaches from the end of my study abroad experience, I still remember visiting Osaka and appreciate, if not more than before, the incredible opportunities that were given to me.
When I went to Japan for the fall semester of 2016, I had the time of my life. My host family in particular were some of the nicest people I’ve ever met. I got to stay in a house that was built over a hundred years ago. I did however, have a particularly awkward incident the first day I met them. Now before I get into exactly what happened, I have to preface that Japanese is a complicated language, and it doesn’t use pronouns the same way we do. In most cases, where in English we would use the words you, him, or her, in Japanese it is considered more polite to use the name of the person you are talking about or to instead. However, this can’t be applied to situations where you want to be polite but don’t know somebody’s name, like I did when I first arrived at my host family’s house. I had been studying Japanese for about five and a half years at that point, but I still wasn’t exactly sure what to call them in exactly that situation. I was mulling it over in my head, when I remembered a word that I had heard from somewhere that seemed to fit the bill- “Onushi.” Most of the other options I knew either felt too informal or downright insulting, so it seemed like my best shot. I was wrong. The moment I said it, my host family looked at me strangely for a moment, unable to fully process what they had just heard. Then it led to giggling. Then it led to full on hysterics. I was also pretty much completely unable to gauge what this response meant until they explained it. As it turns out, I did remember where I had heard the word used. Prior to coming I had been working on translating a samurai manga that took place around 1410. Onushi is a word that would typically be used only between samurai, or between a samurai and a lord. Essentially, I had arrived at my host family’s house and immediately called them “milord” and “milady.” This would have been embarrassing enough had I not done essentially the same thing a month later. I was eating dinner with my family, and asked one of them to pass me the water. I apparently asked for the water like a samurai. I didn’t even know that was possible.
The moral of the story is, if you’re going to learn Japanese through manga, learn what year it is first.