My first two weeks in the Netherlands

Hello everyone!!! I arrived in the Netherlands last Monday. It is hard to believe that I have only been here for 10 days-we have done so much already and the semester is just beginning. Classes didn’t start until this Monday, so it was nice to have a whole week off and get accommodated to the city of Den Haag (the Hague). The city is a little smaller than Louisville, but in my opinion Den Haag is much nicer, cleaner, and safer. They have everything to do here. We have already gone to the beach twice (swimming in the North Sea is quite cold), went to a Mini-Netherlands exhibit, been to a couple of dance clubs, been to some parties for international students, etc.

We had orientation on Thursday and Friday. On Thursday our professors took us around the city and bought us lunch and dinner (the only thing better than a good meal is a free meal). Also, as part of our orientation, a large group of IBMS (the business program) exchange students went up to Amsterdam for the day on Saturday. The city is actually a lot nicer than people make it out to be, although there are some questionable parts of town. There were so many people there; everywhere you look, you see thousands of people walking around. They have a lot of festivals and marketplaces they you can go hang out in for however long you want. Although the city is so busy, the mentality of the people is to be relaxed and chilled out. They came to Amsterdam to have a good time, and Amsterdam is a good city to enjoy yourself.

Classes started Monday, and to be quite honest, the scheduling process is kind of crazy. Times can change without notice, and so you have to adjust your schedule several times. I have already made changes to my schedule three times, but at this point in time, I am satisfied with my classes and the times that I take them. The best part is that I do not have Thursday or Friday classes (at least for the first couple of weeks). I was hoping to travel somewhere this weekend for a few days, but I think instead we are going back to Amsterdam to celebrate my birthday. I would like to take a 3 day trip to Belgium or Germany or wherever next weekend.

So far, I have no regrets about studying at the Hague. This already has been a great experience, and I know that the next four months will even be better. I especially cannot wait to get out and travel to as many places in Europe as possible. I have already met people from probably 20 countries varying from Thailand to Romania to France. It is so cool to meet all these people from all over the world and to learn about their culture.

Thanks for reading,

Josh Heeman

Travels before the beginning of the semester

In planning our trip to Europe, Patrick and I wanted to get the most out of our experiences. Instead of flying into Frankfurt a few days before classes started, we elected to travel to the places that we may only get to see once in our lives. Our flight took us to Ataturk Airport in Istanbul, where we successfully navigated the 15 million person city (almost twice the size of NYC). We didn’t know any Turkish, we weren’t familiar with the culture, and generally had no idea what we were doing. This proved to be the most enlightening part of the adventure because of the steep learning curve. We quickly became acclimated to the heat, the nagging shopkeepers, and the chaotic traffic. Looking back, I am glad we started our trip in such an exotic location because after you find your way around Istanbul, Rome and Athens seem far less imposing.

We stayed in a great hostel with a fantastic location. In fact, we may have been spoiled a bit in that we got our best accommodations for the first leg of our journey. Second Home Hostel is located very close to the Blue Mosque, the Hagia Sophia, as well as the wharf area and the Bosphorous. We went to these ancient locations on foot and were able to see many of the sights this historic city has to offer. We enjoyed the native dishes and spent time with the Turkish managers as well as travelers of all ages and nationalities in the common room of our hostel. After 4 days in the former capital of the known world, it was time to move on to the birthplace of democracy, Athens. Patrick and I outside the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul

We were able to take an overnight train from Istanbul to Thessaloniki, Greece. After staying there for a few hours, we elected to go straight to Athens even though our reservations didn’t start until the following day. Upon arriving in Athens, we went to Hostel Aphrodite and asked if they had any space for us. They said the only place they could put us was on the outside balcony for €9. Not wanting to surrender a sure place to sleep, we decided to stay in sleeping bags on the tile porch. It was nice; the city lights were dim and the warm air was dry and perfect for sleeping. That is, until about 3 am when the air conditioner’s water seeped into my mattress, soaking the entire upper half of my body. I had to move all my belongings in the middle of the night and lay my sleeping bag out to dry the next day. Once we checked in and got a bed, we loved Hostel Aphrodite. Despite its quirks, we really enjoyed our stay there. That was mostly due to the in-house bar/bartender. The bar, which was located in the basement, offers a free welcome shot of Ouzo (a traditional Greek schnapps) to every new guest. There was automatically a sense of community that was created, and this, coupled with its eclectic patrons made for some very interesting evenings.

When in Athens, we saw all the historic sights, the Acropolis, the Temple to Olympian Zeus along with various ruins from a myriad of different empires. Here we are throwing up L’s outside the Parthenon.We spent an afternoon on the beach, and climbed the highest point in the city at night. Lycabettus hill overlooks Athens and stands 277 meters high. There is an Orthodox church at its precipice and it has a restaurant that provides stunning views of the city and all its sights. After the descent, Patrick and I managed to get lost. Thanks to the walking tour we took the previous day, however, we were able to navigate back to the hostel via landmarks.
Patrick is a runner. He has run in the Louisville marathon, is slated to run against world record holders in Berlin on September 20th, and has his eyes on Boston. His passion for running and my appreciation for Greek mythology meant that we had to make a trip to Marathon. According to a combination of ancient writings and modern folklore, a battle was won by the Greeks against the Persians near the town of Marathon. To tell of the news, one man named Phidippides (or Philippides, based on who you believe) ran the distance from the battlefield to the Athenian court to tell of the victory. Upon telling of the great battle, he promptly died from exhaustion. This legend has given birth to the race that forces so many athletes to push their bodies to the limit to endure the grueling 26.2 miles. It would only follow that we should make the trek out to the Greek countryside. When we arrived, the first thing we noticed was that nobody was around. Shops were closed for an excessive lunch break, and the people we did see only spoke Greek and looked at us funny. We navigated the town by trial and error, and when the temperature is pushing 100 degrees, that is not the best process. But finally, we wandered upon the stone that marked the starting point for the first marathon race in history. It was in a worn-down Olympic stadium that had the pathetic torch to match. But we felt gratified once we stood before that granite slab with the bronze plate that marked the spot where the Olympic Games were revived and marks the starting point of the race that commemorates one man’s determination and devotion to country and cause. This was a great experience for Patrick, who has an almost religious connection with running.
Probably my best experience in Athens, however, was going to visit Pantelis Mellissinos. He is a third generation sandal maker and his shop is an unassuming store in one of the side streets in Monistiraki Square. His Father, Stavros, was a famous poet and transliterated the Rubaiyat into Greek. Despite their family’s success, they still lead humble lives as sandalmakers because they believe that art truly manifests itself when one is where they are supposed to be in life. I bought a pair of sandals that were custom-fitted and also bought a pair for my friend. Mine were the same that John Lennon bought when he visited Stavros, and the pair that I bought per the request of my friend were called “The Aristotle,” coincidentally named not only for the famous philosopher, but also for the wealthy Greek magnate and future husband of Jackie Kennedy, Aristotle Onassis. In talking to Pantellis, I discovered that he was a very grounded individual despite his fame, and he even studied at a school in Ohio near my hometown. It is these experiences that make an international trip truly unique. Anyone can throw down some money and get a ride on a tour bus, take some pictures and buy a t-shirt, but doing the things that you can only capture in that moment will be what you most remember. After 4 nights in Athens, it was now time to begin our journey to Rome.

After we booked deck space on an Adriatic ferry, we took a train to the port city of Patras. This allowed us some wonderful views of the Greek coast with its crystal clear waters. When we arrived, we had to negotiate with the clerk to change our ticket to that day, because the agent in Athens booked our tickets for the following day. Fortunately, this proved to not be a problem and an hour later we were putting the Hellenic landscape behind us with nothing but dark blue before us. When you book a second class ticket on a ferry, you do not get a cabin, or really an assigned seat for that matter. So for the first part of the ride, we spent time on the boat’s heli-pad, talking with people from all over the world. We happened to meet two girls from Portugal. Nina and Mariana were also headed for Rome, so we agreed to travel together until they had to go to Switzerland. We spent most of the night in one of the boat’s lounge areas but we also ventured outside occasionally. The cool breeze coming from the sea was refreshing. But then it got late. And cold. Since it is a 14 hour trip, we had to find a place to sleep at some point during the night. We managed to find a semi-dark spot on the floor of the boat’s theater. When we awoke, we were in what has to be the nicest Italian port city, Bari.

In Bari, we booked our train to Rome, but it didn’t leave for a few hours so we managed to spend most of the day at its man-made beach. Once we were sufficiently sunburnt and sand-covered, it was time to make our way to Rome. In Rome we had the luxury of a private room at a comparably reasonable price at Hostel Ciao Bella. It was located on Via Quattro Fontaine, very close to many of Rome’s landmarks. We spent our days touring the Colosseum and the other innumerable landmarks. The social aspect of Rome is not lacking, either. Upon recommendation from other seasoned travelers, the four of us decided to attend a sophisticated soirée of sorts: Pub Crawl Roma. This was a great way to see the city and enjoy the company of other young people.
Despite being out very late, the next day we awoke around 7 am and were in St. Peter’s Square by 8:30. This was the most absolutely awe-inspiring sight I have ever been able to witness. The history and beauty that are emblazoned everywhere within its confines make Vatican City my favorite square mile in all over Europe. To see the devotion of generations of the world’s greatest architects and artists amalgamated into such a triumphant symbol of faith and beauty was unbelievable. We had the opportunity to attend mass inside the Basilica. Between the tourists bustling by trying to see the priceless masterpieces and relics and the indecipherable Italian liturgy, an unusual amount of tranquility came over me during the Mass. Being a Roman Catholic, it felt good to see the place that shaped so many modern religions and governments. The lasting impact of the Church can be symbolized by an Obelisk that stands in the middle of St. Peter’s Square . It was built in Egypt in the 13th century BC and was brought to Rome by Caligula in 37 AD and became the centerpiece for Nero’s infamous circus, which was located very near to the current Vatican site. Because of this location, the obelisk witnessed the deaths of thousands, including that of St. Peter himself. Nicknamed “The Witness,” it now stands a testament to all those who have lost their lives as a result of religious persecution.
The following day, we had to return to the Vatican to see the museum. In my opinion, the Vatican Museum is more impressive that the Louvre in Paris. It contains so many historic paintings and sculptures by Raphael, Michelangelo, and countless others. The Sistine Chapel is within its confines and is every bit as magnificent as I had been told. The summation of the museums collections are mind boggling. An interesting statistic: The Vatican museums are over 9 miles long, and it is said that if you spent only 1 minute admiring each painting it would take you 4 years to complete the circuit.
After spending 4 days in Rome that went entirely too fast, it was now time to move on to Florence.

Florence is a beautiful city that is known for its architecture and culture. We stayed at a summer hostel run by Poles. It was called Bling Bling. We were only able to spend a day and a half in Florence and about 45 minutes in Pisa. We had to be on the train from Pisa to Genoa to connect to Milan so that we could get to Germany the following day. As a result, Patrick and I trekked about a mile across the city with 35lb backpacks, battling stifling heat. We underestimated the distance and were forced to turn back before we could catch a glimpse of the only thing Pisa has to offer. Luckily, we caught our train and were on our way to Milan.

After a few minor setbacks finding connecting trains, we arrived in Milan without great incident. We then boarded a night train that was slated to take us to Frankfurt, where we would then go on to Wiesbaden, and finally Oestrich-Winkel. Unfortunately, I sent my Eurail Pass through the wash in Florence…so it was pretty mangled once I salvaged it. Apparently, the Italians didn’t mind the torn paper and the missing information. But it turns out the German conductors are much less forgiving. I was awakened at 5 am when we arrived in Frankfurt to a mustachioed German man whose limited English vocabulary conveniently included the phrases, “I don’t know what this is, but this is not a ticket!” and, “You must PAY!” After some confusion followed by arguing which quickly devolved into pleading, I had to pay for the full cost of the ticket, €124… Willkommen aus Deutschland, right?
But the point is, we made it to Germany and we had our own place to sleep that night… right?

All good things must come to an end~

It is the beginning of my final week in Europe. It is a bitter sweet feeling; I am excited to return to my home, friends, and family. However, I also know I will miss certain aspects of Europe and the friends I have grown close to along the way. Since I come from the plains of the mid west I will miss the rolling hills and green mountains of France and Spain. I appreciate the variety of plants and trees in the southern European region. I enjoy taking in the architecture and admiring history in the places where it took place.

Most of what I have learned from this journey is from personal experience. Priceless life lessons that other wise would not have been learned. I have learned a lot about people and how they react in different situations; at times this may be difficult to deal with. I feel like being forced to deal with different personalities in group settings is preparing me for my future career.

I spent this past weekend in Barcelona. It was magnificent. I went with one other girl and we had a ball. Every other trip was with a large group. I felt those trips wasted a lot of time figuring out what to do. This one was simpler, we did what we wanted to when we wanted to and didn’t feel obligated to wait on others. I definitely relaxed more than I would have if we were large in number.

Barcelona was beautiful. The Spanish people were warmer and more welcoming than the people of the other places I have visited. I received considerably better service at restaurants and felt like I mattered to the waiters. The food was great. But what I loved most was the combination of palm trees, mountains, and blue skies. I was in paradise. Despite the fact that Air France lost my suit case on the return flight, I still had an amazing experience.

~ Kanisha Childs

Rome wasn’t built in a day!

I love Roma! I greatly enjoyed visiting all of Italy, but Rome was the icing on the cake. It surpassed my expectations and left me wanting more. We only spent two days there. If I had it to do over I would have spent a long weekend there. I was in awe of the grandeur of the buildings and how old everything was. It is hard to understand how long the city has been in existence when our country has barely been around a fraction of the time of Rome.

We took a tour of the coliseum and the forum. I felt like my sophomore year history class had come to life, but I was standing where it happened. I loved it! We took a hop on-hop off bus tour of Rome and literally sat on it for hours, snapping pictures in every direction. Each corner we turned held something beautiful and new to us. I plan to return to Rome one day, and when I do I will make sure that I have enough time to see it all!

~ Kanisha Childs

China Study Abroad – Part 1

This blog comes a bit late, as I have been back in the United States for about a week now. The reason why I chose to wait until I returned home to write this blog is for a number of reasons, but mainly it is because life in China was quite busy, and I felt that I could organize my thoughts and discuss my experiences much better from the comfort of my own home. With that said, I plan to write a number of blog posts discussing my experiences in China, ranging from topics such as school life, tourist locations, and especially cultural observations and comparisons. It may take some time, but there will definitely be more to follow.

First off, I’d like to thank the College of Business for being so supportive in my study abroad endeavors, as well as the very generous donors Mr. and Mrs. Jones. While many students have the luxury of being financially secure and being able to afford trips like this without any serious issues, I am unfortunately not one of those students, and so their help has been a blessing. It will not be forgotten.

Now, onto China. This was actually my second time being in China, the first time being last summer on pretty much the exact same study abroad program. Both last year and this year I was part of a group of UofL students studying at Beijing Foreign Studies University (北京外国语大学), or Bei Wai for short. Obviously, this was in Beijing, however we had the opportunity to visit several other cities as well, such as Shanghai, Suzhou, and Xi’an. Bei Wai is one of China’s elite universities, and it is the best and most well-known university for foreign languages. Many students that graduate from Bei Wai go on to work for the Chinese government and have very important and well-paying jobs. Anyway, being at Bei Wai provided a particularly unique experience for us, and since it was such an elite foreign language university, most of the students on campus spoke decent English. This made it really easy to make friends around campus, although there were many friendly students from other countries as well.

Life at Bei Wai for a foreigner is pretty good. There are several dorms that foreign students can stay in, and the one that we stayed in was especially nice. To start off with, it wasn’t like a dorm that you would see at UofL or any other university in America, as far as I know. It was actually more like a hotel. You have a single room, a room key, your own bathroom, and there are cleaning ladies that come by every day or so and clean your room, change your bed sheets, and even take out and organize your trash for you. I could go on, but you get the idea. So, dorm life was pretty relaxing, but outside of the dorm there was a lot of other interesting things as well. Our dorm was located at the back of the east side of campus, and so we were very close to the back gate. Outside of the back gate was pretty much stereotypical, authentic Chinese city life. Lots of great restaurants with cheap prices, tons of people walking and riding bikes everywhere, and at night especially there was a ton of trash. Some people might get turned off by the trash and the smells, but to be honest, for me it was kind of nice to get a taste of real, unfiltered China, and it was kind of refreshing to see how laid-back and carefree the people were. I’m not saying I would want to be around that kind of stuff all of the time, but it’s definitely unique and enjoyable in small doses.

Especially at night, things really pick up behind the dorm. They have areas set up outside where anyone can come by and sit down and drink beer and eat food for ridiculously cheap prices. A bottle of beer is around 3 yuan, which is less than 50 cents in American currency. And when I say a bottle of beer, you should know that these bottles are nearly twice the size of what an American bottle of beer is. The catch however is that the beer is a bit weaker than what you may find in the West. One of the popular local beers in Beijing for example is Yanjing, which is around 3.6% by volume. So while you do get a much larger bottle, the beer isn’t quite as strong. But for less than 50 cents a bottle, does that really even matter? The food is even cheaper, and for between 1 – 2 yuan, you can get some meat on a stick (similar to a kebab), such as chicken or squid (as well as other kinds of meat). You have to be careful with these items though and not eat too many, because they aren’t exactly cooked in the cleanest of ways. However, they’re very very delicious and definitely worth having from time to time. So all in all, one can have a great night, end up both full and drunk, and come away having spent less than $5 (unless you’re a regular drinker, in which case you may have to spend another dollar or two). While this may not be the activity of choice for everyone, it’s definitely worth trying.

When studying at Bei Wai though, you don’t always have the time or energy to go out and do things like what I described above. If you’re serious about learning Chinese, you’ll find yourself constantly wishing that you had more time in the day to study and practice. On the UofL summer study abroad program, students are usually in class for 4 hours a day, from 8 in the morning until noon, Monday through Friday. This leaves students with plenty of time after class to go out and explore the city. Some students choose to go shopping, some like to go to tourist areas, and some just like to walk around and see new things. Needless to say, by the time 9 or 10 hits at night, most students are pretty tired. Some still find the energy to go out and have a good time, but it definitely takes a toll on you and it catches up to you pretty quickly. This year however was a bit different for me and two of my classmates, as we were placed into a special classroom and were taught a bit differently than the rest of our UofL classmates. The reason for this was simple: Bei Wai could only guarantee two private classes for UofL, and this year we had three different levels that needed to be taught. Some students were studying at the 200 level, some at the 300 level, and I was at the 400 level (equivalent to second year studies, third year studies, and fourth year studies, respectively). The 200 and 300 level students were given their own private classrooms and were taught on their own with the schedule I described above. My two classmates and I however had the real fun.

Since there simply weren’t any available staff to create a third private class, my two classmates and I were thrown into a class that had already been going on for an entire semester. At first, this seemed absolutely ridiculous to us. It was literally the end of the semester at Bei Wai, and we’d missed a minimum of 3 months of material. Needless to say, we were a bit frustrated and overwhelmed at first. Not only this, but our schedule was quite different from the rest of the UofL students. Instead of being in class from 8 -12 everyday, our schedule ranged from Monday – Thursday, and each day was a different schedule. Sometimes we would have class from 8 – 12, sometimes we could sleep in until 10, and sometimes we would even have an afternoon class. We also had two classes, one was called Hanyu and one was called Kouyu. Hanyu focused more on actually teaching you new material and learning to read and write it, as well as grammar. Kouyu on the other hand focused on learning to speak and pronounce words better. At first, it was very difficult to adapt to these classes. Not only were we way behind in material, but it was very hard to understand everything that the teachers were saying. There were many times when we were confused and unsure of what the teachers were telling us, and many other times when we felt unable to answer questions or fully express how we felt. English was very rarely used in class, and so we had to improve our Chinese very quickly if we wanted to keep up with the class. It was tough at first, but over time we got used to things and grew to enjoy it a lot.

We were also in a classroom of students that came from all over the globe. There were students from Canada, France, Spain, Japan, Korea, Russia, Uzbekistan, and other countries as well. So, we were able to meet and make friends with a variety of different people, and that was an interesting experience in itself. I have to say however, that the Canadians were by far the most friendly and helpful, and if it wasn’t for them, life would have been a whole lot more confusing. The Canadians were the ones who told us what our schedule actually was, and were the ones that let us know what material was being covered when we first arrived. They were always very friendly, and were always up for a chat and regularly offered to share their food (they always knew where to get the best snacks too). Everyone was very friendly though, and I only regret that we were unable to spend more time in the classroom getting to know them better.

Each day after class, all of the UofL students would try to meet up and go somewhere for lunch. Usually this ended up being one of the school cafeterias, which were also very very cheap. Although the food wasn’t always the best quality, I found it to be pretty enjoyable for the most part. After lunch, we would usually relax for an hour or two, and then meet in the lobby and go somewhere out in the city. Sometimes this would be to famous areas like the Summer Palace, but many times we would go out and do some shopping. We would usually stay out pretty late, and would often eat dinner while we were out. Sometimes dinner would be at a Chinese restaurant, but a lot of times our cravings for Western food would be too much to resist, and we would go to a McDonald’s, Pizza Hut, or even more often, KFC. These restaurants are a bit different from their Western counterparts though. The buildings are usually much nicer and cleaner, and the menus are slightly different. McDonald’s and Pizza Hut were pretty similar to how it is in America, at least for the items that I ordered, but there were some changes to the menus, and Pizza Hut is definitely a lot fancier and more like a real restaurant. KFC on the other hand was probably the most different, as it had a variety of interesting items on its menu. They served chicken nuggets, as well as french fries, ice cream, and even chicken sandwhiches that had things like shrimp packed inside of it. There was also a crunchwrap item similar to what one might find at Taco Bell in the USA, and some of us suspected that it was Yum!’s way of introducing China to food that Taco Bell might serve, as Taco Bell unfortunately has yet to make its way into China. All of these fast food restaurants were pretty good, but we tried to limit ourselves from them so that we could fully enjoy the Chinese cuisine available in Beijing.

After a long day of touring the city, most of us were pretty exhausted and we usually had homework of some sort. So by the time we got back at night, we were more than ready to relax, and for the first week or so, our feet would be aching at the end of the day as our feet were unused to walking so much every day and without much rest. Most days would be similar to what was described above, there were very few days where we actually spent a lot of time relaxing. Of course, it was always worth it. When you’re only in a country for such a short time, you want to see and do everything that you can, even if it means having sore feet for a little while.

In this introductory blog post, hopefully readers will be able to get a feel for what things were like for us at first, and what a typical day might have been like. I didn’t want to go into too much detail as far as specific events or places go just yet, however future blog posts will go much deeper, and I plan to write a lot more about my own thoughts and observations about the country. I have a lot to share from my experiences, and sometimes my thoughts may not appear in the most organized way, but I’ll try my best to articulate them as best as I can. Any comments or questions, or suggestions for topics to discuss, are more than welcome as well. With that said, this will end my first blog post. Look for more to follow (as well as pictures), as soon as I have the time to sit down and organize my thoughts.

Living in France

Bonjour!

This trip to France has taught me a lot. One thing that stands out is that Americans and the French have completely different standards when it comes to service. At home customer service is a top priority, but here you are left to fend for yourself. This isn’t so hard to adjust to in a store but when eating at a restaurant and your drink has not been filled it becomes more irritating. In class this morning we discussed stereotypes and culture shock. This discussion has allowed me to look at situations in a new light. Just because things here aren’t done the way I’m used to doesn’t make it wrong or negative; just different.

I spent this past weekend in Paris. Paris is lovely! I enjoying climbing to the top of “le tour Eiffel,” the view was magnificent and what a workout! I am enjoying taking in the European architecture. I am preparing to leave France; we are visiting Amsterdam this weekend. I am curious to see how the culture of the Netherlands compares to that of France. This experience is opening my eyes to how norms between cultures can vary. I had a sandwich and a beverage in Subway and went to refill it, at the self service fountain, and was told that refills are not free. I didn’t even think about it beforehand, the self service fountain communicated to me that I could help myself, like at home. I’ve been learning a lot and am becoming more cognizant of how the world views our behavior. Perhaps I appeared to be greedy for trying to steal another drink, when in fact I thought I was behaving in line.

In the upcoming weeks I plan to visit Brussels, Italy, and Spain. I know when I leave the comfort zone of languages I speak or am at least familiar with the cultural differences may be more difficult to understand. Despite this fact I anticipate the journey. I meant to mention before, I have had technical difficulties uploading photos; I would love to share them with you!

Kanisha

Beautiful Bregenz

One of my collegiate goals was to study abroad and do something that not many of my peers have accomplished. Through the very generous help of others this dream was able to met. For Bregenz, Austria i can honestly say its one of the most beatiful place ive ever been, between the mountaints of the Pfander and the bodensee lake it will surely not be forgotten. Me and one other student from Murray State lived with a host family for the whole month of June will we attended classes. The host family was very nice and helpful in any situation that would arise, for example the language barrier with not understanding any german got to be kind of difficult at some points.
On the weekends we were able to travel basically anywhere in Europe as long as it was covered by our eurrail pass. Our excursions covered Munich, Amsterdam, Vienna and last but not least Rome, Italy. I took alot of good pictures and made some great friends on this trip. My time here in Europe will certainly be missed but definatley not forgotten.

Sincerely,
Justin

My experiences in Nantes, France

Bonjour tout le monde!

Hello all, I am so happy to be in France. Thank all of you that helped make this possible! My journey here has been adventuresome to say the least. I am already learning a lot about myself. On this trip I have rode a train for the first time and alone! I share my host family with another student, Ashley from Cincinnati. We get along well and are having fun already. We are planning to go to the beach for our first trip this weekend. I am proud of my sense of direction. We have been navigating the tram and bus lines already. Before you know it we’ll be pros!

The first difference I noticed between our culture and the French is that the French refrigerators have no freezer. This means there is no ice in our drinks here; this will take time to get used to. The biggest shock so far is that during the summer the sun doesn’t go down until 11 p.m. The birds don’t stop chirping throughout the night either. But don’t get me wrong, I have had no trouble sleeping. The shops all close for lunch for a few hours in the afternoon.

The first day of class a tour guide showed us the city and shared some of Nante’s rich history with us. The city is so beautiful. I have studied French for years, but am having difficulty understand the rapid speech here. Hopefully over time I will get better. Classes started today; it was difficult to get up so early and pay attention. My classes were always in the afternoon, but I’m sure it will get easier each day. We have plans to explore the city more, Au revior!

Kanisha

Life in Perú

Life in Perú is different to say the least. But always full of eventful days and exciting people. I live in an international house provided by the university I attend here, Universidad San Ignacio de Loyola. There are 5 flats in the house with a commons area on the roof, a tv room, computer room, and a nice little kitchen for us all. There are always people coming and going as the house is open to all students from every university so life in the house is never boring. At any given time, around 15-20 people live in the house. In my flat I live with a guy from Amsterdam and Puerto Rico but students from countries as China, Mexico, Germany, Colombia, Peru can be found here.

I only have class on Monday, Tuesday and Thursdays so it allows for lots and lots of personal travel however my program through International Studies Abroad have taken me to places as Cusco, Machu Picchu, Huaraz, Ica, Nazca and even to the Amazon Jungle. You can find pictures of my treks at http://picasaweb.google.com/andrewwarmath.

People here are very different from in the states. Everyone is trying to survive as the average salary is 550 soles a month with is roughly around 185 U.S. dollars. Despite the poverty there is still a since of pride in all the people of their country as they claim to have the most beautiful country in the world. While all the ecosystems are present in Peru, it is hard to argue with them. Peru is filled with jungles, deserts, snow-capped mountains, even miles and miles of plains, they do have it all. On a different note, the people seem to be very friendly and it always puts a smile on their face when they see “gringos” or Americans. Whenever I need help they always dont mind stopping 5 minutes and helping me out. However, while driving in the busy streets you would think otherwise. I am living in the city of Lima that has a population of over 9 million, and that means over 9 million of angry drivers. I would not believe it if you told me there are traffic laws in Peru. People are such crazy drivers here. They do not believe in lanes or even stop signs for that matter. If your car does not have a horn you are as good as dead. Instead of ever stopping at stop signs, people just honk their horns. Every time you pass another car, you honk your horn. Every time you see a person on the street, you honk your horn. There is no rhyme or reason to it, and it is not an angry honk but rather a sense of saying hello or hey I am behind you so dont put on your break. Usually something is wrong if you hear a honk in the states but if you dont here a honk every 5 minutes in Perú is usually means something is wrong.

Classroom behavior is different as well. All the buildings are very open with no doors or walls in the hallways to outside. Classrooms are always very loud because the windows are always open because of the raging humidity and heat. A cell phone rings every 10 minutes followed by a student walking out to talk on it, and the weird thing is, the teacher ignores it. There is actually such thing as Peru time, because Peruvians are always late. Even on test days it is not strange to see half the class walk in 45 minutes late. However, same as in the states, if the teacher is 10 or 15 minutes late you can guarantee no students will wait on their professor. The grading system is also very different with everything out of 20 at my university and most universities here. 16-20 is an A, 14-15 is a B, 11-13 is a C and 10-below is failing. There are no D’s and from what I can tell, people just want to pass courses as grades are not as important. When applying for a job it is more important what university you came from rather than what you did at that university to employers.

After 3 months in Peru the thing I miss the most is the food in America. Dont get me wrong, Peruvian food is very good, however it lacks in choices. There are only a certain number of ways you can cook chicken and serve it with rice and fries. I miss the good old American restaurants, milk, steak, even junk food for that matter. Peru does have American chains such as Burger King, McDonalds, Chilis, Fridays, and Tony Romas but the quality of food is terrible. The beef here is no where near as in the states. I really miss a nice steak. I have found myself planning my first day back home with what restaurants I am going to eat at the whole day.

Thats about all for now! I hope everything is going great for you back in the states and looking forward to joining you for the fall semester. Life is great in Peru but Im sad its flashing by! Make today a great one because you’ll never get it back.

Andrew Warmath

Traveling from Bordeaux

Cardinal Pride at the Dune of Pyla!!!

We are now at the end of March, and I can’t believe half of my study abroad experience has already past. I have gone on many wonderful trips, but I am still planning more. This month, I went to Ireland and Paris for a week. I started the week in Dublin and then went to Galway, then spent a weekend in Paris. I was actually in Dublin for St. Patrick’s day, and that was a great experience. Dublin isn’t necessarily a pretty city, but the people who live they are extremely friendly! We were approached by people with smiling faces the entire trip. Galway was the exact same way, but Galway is a very beautiful city. Our bed and breakfast was overlooking a bay, and we were only two kilometers from the beach. There, we also went on a tour of the Cliffs of Mohr. These cliffs were amazing to see. I would definitely go back to the Cliffs of Mohr, in addition to Ireland. The green grass everywhere in the country side is so beautiful and peaceful.

Once again in Paris, I met up with Clementine, our friend who came to Louisville on an exchange from Bordeaux. It was great to see her one night and spend more time with her, but I also met lots of her friends who had gone on study abroad exchanges all over the world. It was amazing to me that they had all experienced different things and had ended up to work in Paris together. Needless to say, I had many great conversations with them that night and hope to see them again the next time I go to Paris.

This past weekend, I went on a trip with three of my roommates to the Great Dune of Pyla which is the highest dune in Europe. It was actually only an hour away from our house, so it was our Sunday afternoon activity. It took me awhile to get to the top of the dune (and it was a work out!) but once we got to the top, it was beautiful! We spent some time walking around on the sand, and then went to the beach below at Arcachon to eat some crepes. One of the things I have found I love about France and most of Europe is that you can get anywhere pretty quickly. From Bordeaux, it takes us three hours to get to the mountains to ski, and it only takes us one hour to get to a beach! That is very different than the thirteen hours it takes us to get to Florida’s beaches from Louisville!

I have included a picture of the Dune of Pyla in this post. We went on the day of a UofL basketball game, so I wrote “Cards” out on the sand to root for UofL! GO CARDS!