While in Japan a group of us JSP students decided to hike Mt. Fuji or as they refer to it in Japanese, Fuji-san. The hike went over the course of two days. We took a bus to the 5th summit where everyone starts hiking. We left there around 12-1pm and were immediately drenched by a sudden downpour of cold mountain rain. We pressed on, hiking until around 4pm where we stopped at a Yamagoya (mountain hut). We stayed in the mountain hut, dried off, ate dinner and rested until 11pm where we left and continued our trek with the goal of reaching the summit of Mt. Fuji by sunrise. We made it to the top with about 20 minutes to spare. The sunrise from the top was amazing and seeing the sun’s rays slowly pierce through the sea of clouds was truly an enlightening experience. I definitely recommend hiking Mt. Fuji o anyone staying in Japan for a period of time. That being said I don’t think I would ever do it again, as they say “everyone should hike Mt. Fuji once, but only a fool would hike it twice”.
This photo was taken at the river by the A-bomb dome in Hiroshima, Japan. On the day my group and I visited Hiroshima, hundreds of middle school and high school students thronged the park and museum grounds. Many of these students were organized and singing like a choir. I took special notice of this particular performance as it was being filmed and conducted in a very organized and formal manner. Their voices in song floated over the river and added an odd serenity that contrasted greatly with the sight of the A-bomb dome. It was interesting and a little sad, considering the horrors Hiroshima faced as a result of the atomic bomb. Yet in the voices of these students one could detect something like hope for a better future, if not one free of nuclear weaponry.
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I decided on this photo largely because it was taken in naivety, within my first week abroad. We had been walking as a group through the hustle and bustling commotion of the city and all the while I was too awe-stricken by the sheer beauty of Prague to even notice. I took this photo with the intention of capturing the beauty of Prague on the water and conveying the sentiment of serenity that is ever-present in such an environment, as it is certainly one of my favorite features of the city. Nevertheless, it is important to note that in hindsight I find that while this image is certainly a start, it does not even begin to scratch the surface of how gorgeous, dynamic and captivating Prague truly was.
When you study abroad in the spring at University of Leicester, you are fortunate enough to get a full 5 weeks off for Easter break. I didn’t know what to do with myself besides travel! I was able to connect with my Willamette friends and traveled to France, Italy, Hungary, Austria, the Czech Republic, England, and ended my trip in Ireland. This was one of the reasons I had gone abroad. I am a dual citizen with the US and Ireland because my father grew up in Ireland and didn’t move to New York until he was my age, 21. Unfortunately, my grandfather passed away in 2008, but my step-grandmother still lives in the same house that he lived in right outside of Dublin. My mission when I went abroad was to meet my grandmother and I did.
It was an amazing experience to be able to hear stories of my grandfather, who I had only met at a young age and have no memory of. She was excited to hear about my travels, sharing her own stories of backpacking around Europe when she was my age. She asked me questions about hostels and how unsanitary they were – and of course I censored my answer after some not-so-nice experiences that were probably my fault. We shared an afternoon together, getting to know each other, and I even got to meet her son.
I also got to visit Cork, where my sister studied abroad in 2011. She gave me a list of places to go see in the area and I even was able to visit her old campus. So this picture is of me at the Cliffs of Moher and on top is a picture of my sister at the Cliffs. I spent a week in Ireland after three weeks of intense traveling and it was my favorite experience. I am happy that I was able to study abroad in Leicester, England because of the great media-oriented classes I took, the energy of the school, the people I met, and the city itself. However, I am glad that I got to spend time in Ireland for that was the real reason I went abroad: to reconnect with my family, my roots, and to come full circle.
This picture was taken from my first day in Central London and about a week into my study abroad trip. The American students of Roehampton University broke into groups to run around Central as part of a scavenger hunt to get to know London. I didn’t realize it at the time, but this picture perfectly represented London in a way that I didn’t understand the first day. It was beautifully sunny which never happened when I was in London but highlighted the fact that London can make you hate it when it is cold and rainy and yet make you love it again the moment the sun comes out. The view of the Parliament Building and Big Ben show how rich London is in its history and how this can be juxtaposed to the trendy Southbank I was standing on when I took the shot. London is a mix of the old and new in a way that makes it endearing. The Thames represents the booming industry which made London the international metropolis it is today.
On my last day in Central London, I sat in relatively the same spot and, again, watched the sun go down on. I remember feeling the same mix of excitement and worry that I felt on the first day although this time the feelings were about leaving, not coming, to London. For this reason, this spot will always have a warm spot in my heart tucked in with everyone and everything else I love in London and which now makes it feel like home to me.
What a CRAZY month. I really enjoy writing these travel posts but things have literally never been more busy, and unfortunately stressful. There’s been some shit going down within the program, but it’s finally getting resolved, and I’m doing this to remember some good moments throughout this month, so here’s a condensed version.
First of all I just have to say that it’s been a very long time since I’ve felt so happy with a group of people, the friends around me are my foundation, and countless moments with them make me appreciate them infinitely as people. I’m super grateful to be able to spend the time I have here with them, and I’m so glad we have each other when shit hits the fan.
Last I wrote I had seen Cillian Murphy at my uni (still freaking out) the day before my birthday, which kicked off an awesome birthday weekend! We got a full Irish breakfast on Saturday for my bday, went around the market on Shop St, and later all gathered at my place for a little party before getting drinks and bowling. Honestly I can’t remember what I did on Sunday but I remember the whole weekend was lots of fun haha
By that point all of our seminars and lectures had begun, so class really got going. I’ve already had several papers, presentations, and books to read just in this month. I’m taking a seminar on death in the contemporary novel, which while interesting, could be so much better. Sadly the teacher has a very narrow view of death, and all the books she picks reflects that. We’ve read Pure by Andrew Miller and I’m currently reading Everyman by Philip Roth, which is slightly based on the morality play. I’m bracing myself for the wave of SEVEN final papers all due within a couple weeks… But I’ve been going to zumba and salsa classes during the week, which are a good distraction. I’m still surprised by how much I enjoy salsa, I pick up the steps pretty easily and, especially when I have a good partner, I can kick some dancefloor butttt
Anyway, the weekend after my birthday we went to Northern Ireland! Our trip didn’t include the Giant’s Causeway, which is pretty much the only thing I NEED to see in all of Ireland, but I’ll make it there on my own at some point. So as we traveled we stopped at Carrowmore Megalithic Cemetery, which has over 60 of Ireland’s oldest tombs. The grounds were gorgeous, you could look out to other mountain ranges far away and be able to spot tomb markers from where we were. There was also a huge hill/mound not far off that’s said to be the tomb of Queen Maeve, and there was definitely something magical about it. It was incredibly windy and cold though, so that tour was yet another added to the list of tours that ended in us wanting to collapse. But there was a pony there. He was pretty cute.
We stopped in Sligo for about an hour, then continued to Co. Derry where we got to stay in a hotel!!! That is a big deal!!! We were glad we experienced staying in an uncomfortable and sketchy hostel so we could truly appreciate this one-time experience. We had to pay for the meals there, but at breakfast it was basically buffet style so we gorged while we could and stashed the rest in our purses hahaha. They had a pool and gym there, but it wasn’t heated so I just hung out with people around it later that night. We ended up befriending the nice pool bar guy, who was pretty young and chatted with us about a lot of things, mostly country-specific stuff. He wants to move to Boston actually, because he hates living there. We asked about going to Belfast the next day, and he gave us some valuable insight. As someone who grew up around there in neighborhoods that were still highly segregated by religion (which almost equates to political position), he said that they will have us believe that after all the civil war and riots there is now peace. There is not. Tensions are still quite high, and people, police, etc are still being shot and killed as a result. We knew to stay aware as we went about our touring the next day.
Thankfully we didn’t spend too much time out on our own, because we had a guided bus tour. We picked up our guide and he narrated as we went. We stopped to walk around various historical towers, castles, docks, etc. We also got to sign our names on one of the many murals on the Peace Wall. The Titanic was actually built in Belfast, and at the docks where it was made were the Titanic Studios where they film Game of Thrones!! They don’t allow tours inside, but it was kinda crazy to know that stars from the show had walked in that area, which is so industrial and very different from the world of GoT. By noon we were at the Parliament Building (Stormont), where an official tour guide from it took us around. He said something like “watch out for this one!” when I answered that my relatives were from County Mayo. Maybe we’re known rebels or something. Beware.
A few of us walked around the Belfast City Center, which is kind of like the Grove at home, a giant shopping area. That felt safer and more insular, as everywhere else we were had spikes and armoring. We finally made up our minds on where to get dinner, then managed to go to the top of the center to the lookout over all of Belfast. Some pretty good pictures were taken with the cityscape, and then we went back to the hotel.
The next day we did a walking tour of the town Derry, which had closed itself off to the world when there was all the fighting happening. There were murals everywhere of the riots, of people who had fought, of people who had died. If I remember right, one mural showed a little girl, who was the first victim claimed by the riots. We walked along the Derry City Wall, which was how they shut themselves away, and from there we could look out and see the tiny, gorgeous city tucked into this corner of the world. Wind and hail be damned, it was worth it to see a rainbow arcing over the jampacked houses and cemetery for the split second that it lived.
On our way back to Galway we stopped at a beautiful little cemetery in Drumcliffe where W.B. Yeats is (maybe) buried. I spent every second I could walking around the muddy grass, trying to read the moss-grown engravings, and leaning in close to say hello to the blooming snow drops. I wish we spent more time in places with less grandeur and history, and with more nature.
This is quite long isn’t it? The second half of February will be continued in another post. It’s 3 am, so I’ll say goodnight~
I will start off by saying that it is very difficult to write down what it’s like to be in a foreign country for three and a half months of your life. But I will do my best to describe being in one of the most amazing cities in the world. The first day I was in Prague, I took as many photos as I could because I was in complete awe of what I was seeing and I never wanted to forget it.
I walked around Prague that day with my jaw on the ground. What I hadn’t anticipated was how amazing the city would look. I knew that Prague was beautiful from pictures I had seen online, but what I didn’t realize was that once I had inserted myself into the city, it would feel different. I suddenly knew that I wasn’t in a place I was familiar with. I didn’t know the people, I didn’t know the language, I didn’t know the customs. People try to prepare you for the differences that you’ll experience abroad before you leave. Sometimes, it sounds like the adjustment will come slowly and gradually, but, for me, it came extremely quickly and suddenly. It’s important to realize that everyone adjusts differently and you never know when the adjustment will hit you. It could be three weeks in, or it could be the first time you step out into the city and take your first picture.
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.