Running Intertwined in Berlin’s Rich History

Last weekend I had the opportunity to participate in an international event of rare quality: the Berlin Marathon. This event, over the course of the weekend, caters to just under 50,000 athletes from 122 countries. Most of them are in the capstone race, which is the 26.2 mile marathon that takes place on Sunday morning. It is part of the most prestigious series of marathons currently: the World Major Marathons.

Berlin and this race were absolutely unbelievable and my only regret is that I did not have more time to explore this city. Though I saw more landmarks than I ever needed to throughout the race, there was a certain nagging, distracting pain inhibiting my enjoyment of the history surrounding me. Shortly after the halfway point I passed the Rathaus Schöneberg, where JFK gave his famous “Ich bin ein Berliner.” speech. All I could think at that point was “Ich bin müde.” (tired)

One of the most fascinating points about the race is not only that it introduces history to a runner the way only a marathon can, but also that the race itself is a part of history. Before the reunification of Germany in 1990, the race course was only in West Berlin. The only way an East Berlin runner could participate was to sneak to the other side of the Wall. So many people in the East crowded the top of the Fernsehenturm (TV Tower) to watch the race from the East side in the 80’s that it had to be closed during the race in ’87 and ’88. In 1990 the marathon was held on September 30th, while the official reunification of the country was to take place on October 3rd. The race director, in a wise move, was able to allow the race to flow through the Brandenburg Gate for the first time ever to the East side. Because this race actually occurred before people were allowed across, registration was flooded that year. In 1989 16,410 people ran, but in 1990 they had to limit the influx of entries to an astounding 25,000 who were eager to be apart of history. That year and the city’s history make the race the world class event it is today, which attracts the most elite athletes the world has to offer. Today the race crosses between East and West Berlin four times, including the most prominent one, through the Brandenburg Gate, 400 meters from the finish line.

My race number and finisher’s medal
My number and finisher’s medal

In the end, I ran a 3:15, good for 2,581st place. Not my best performance in a marathon, but what was supposed to be my peak training days for the race were spent backpacking across the Mediterranean area. The lesson for the trip, however, is to make sure you have a seat reservation on the train out of a city after a marathon. I neglected to have this foresight, and had to spend the duration of the trip in the gangway between cars. Leg cramps abounded, but life goes on still.

Ciao di Italia!!!!

Ciao!! This is my 20th day here in Florence, Italy and I absolutely love it here so far. Here in Italy I live with seven other Florence University of the Arts students and one is also from U of L!! Luckily with eight people our apartment is huge! I have been traveling within Italy a lot since I got here 2 and ½ weeks ago. Last weekend all of my roommates and me went to Pisa (to see the leaning tower) and Livorno (which is one of the many beaches here in Italy). The beach at Livorno was weird, no sand just concrete and then the sea. Then this weekend we went to Cinque Terre and this was the most beautiful place that I have ever been. Cinque Terre is on the coast of northern Italy and is where five towns are connected by a hiking path. Monterosso was the first town we stopped at and then we hiked to Vernazza, which was my favorite of the five towns. The views from the town were incredible and the town just had that homely feel about it. After Vernazza we took a ferry to Manarola. After Manarola we walked to Riomaggiore. To walk to Riomaggiore we had to walk on the “Via dell Amore” Translated means the “Path of love.” Back in the 1500’s people in Manarola were only allowed to marry within their village so in order to connect the two villages together they built this walkway so people could meet and marry within the two villages of Manarola and Riomaggiore. That was a little lesson of the Via Dell’ Amore, sorry to bore you!

Things in Italy are different from that in the United States, as you would think so. One thing I noticed about how they run their businesses is that they have no set hours of store operation. They just open and close whenever they feel. Sometimes I go to a store and they will be closed in the middle of the day and they might open back up that day and sometimes they won’t so you have to learn to be patient when wanting things. Here in the United States you can just about go anywhere at anytime of day and get something that you need. Whether it be Wal-mart or another 24 hour grocery store. Being here is teaching me a lot of things about myself, and a lot of things about how different cultures work outside of my culture.

My classes here at the Florence University of the Arts are going to be pretty fun. I am taking International Marketing, International Management, an Italian class, and the one I am most excited about is my wine communication and marketing class!! In this class I get to sample wine and learn all about how to promote Italian wine. During the semester I get to go to my teachers wine estate where they have own it for 700 years!!! Then I get to go to a wine festival here in Florence on October 8th where I will get to taste wines from all over. Some bottles that I will taste will cost 500 Euro, that’s $735!!

I must say the wine and the pasta is much better here in Italy! I will keep you posted on my future travels and new explorations.

Hello! Its been three weeks since we first arrived in The Hague and I’m starting to get the hang of it. The city is beautiful, friendly, and even though it is pretty big it has a small town feel. We live right by campus in the same building as many of the other exchange students so we’ve had plenty of opportunities to learn about many different cultures. The school is also very diversified, so even though we are learning the Dutch culture we can’t help but to pick up on other European lifestyles such as French, German, and Spanish. The school has helped  a lot in getting us familar with our surroundings and the students in the same position as us by taking us on a trip around the city,  a trip to Amsterdam, and hosting a dinner with all of exchange students.

In Kentucky you would never have the opportunity to get up and go see the queen before class started (mainly because we don’t have a queen)! Thats what I got to do on Tuesday morning, September 22 for the annual Budget Day. The queen and her family ride through the town center in a golden carriage followed by soldiers, bands, and other people of authority on horses. We didn’t know what a big deal it was until we got there. Many of the local people were there taking pictures and all of the schools were closed for the children to be able to attend. People love to see their Queen, even if it happens every year! After her ride through the streets she opens Parliament and they start the budgeting and planning for the next year.

Our first trip out of the country was to Germany to the town of Hagen and then Hamburg. Both cities were very beautiful and full of places to see. The German people were very nice and very helpful. Hamburg is the second largest city in Germany and has some of the nicest churches I have ever seen. A lot of Hamburg has been rebuilt due to a fire that spread across the city, and if anything happened to be standing after that it was distroyed by bombings of WWII. As you can imagine the city is full of history. Hamburg also has many memorials or plaques  for Hollocaust victims embedded in there buildings, sidewalks, and streets. Those themselves made me realize how much history was arround me.

There is still so much I want to see around the Netherlands and in other countries. This weekend all of the U of L students are taking a trip to Ireland, so we will see how that goes!

Introduction to The Hague

Hello from Holland!! I have been in the Netherlands for a few weeks now and am really getting a feel for the European culture. We arrived on August 24th which was a week before classes started. Exchange students that had been at U of L in the spring met up with us and helped us to the DUWO office and our apartment. It was such a tremendous help! We got moved in and all went out for dinner in the city center. The city center is so neat with its old and new buildings. There is tons of shopping and restaurants! A few days later we went to the beach to spend the afternoon. It was so much fun! There is a pier with bungee jumping and a casino and shopping.

On Thursday of our first week we had IBMS orientation. All the exchange students got together and the teachers gave us a tour of the school and the city. It was very nice. We walked through the Parliament and where the Queen works each day. The next day we all went back to the school to set up our class schedules, which took some effort! The class set up for exchange students can be rather complicated and still 3 weeks in takes some getting use to. That Saturday the Inter Access program took the exchange students to Amsterdam where we had a boat tour of the city and went to the festival. It was a great way to get to know other exchange students. I have met so many great new friends from all over the world!!

The following week classes started and they went pretty smoothly. Most everything is online and all the teachers understand our position and are very lenient with us. That weekend a few friends and I took a weekend trip to Hamburg, Germany. It was beautiful! We had an amazing weekend and got to see many landmarks and churches.

This past weekend a few of the exchange students and I went to Delft which is a small town about 15 minutes by train from The Hague. It was open monument day so we were able to go into the town hall, Water Company building, and several churches free of charge! There was a large festival in the square and plenty of things to see.

We are having a great time here in The Hague! I will be posting pictures soon and writing more about our life here in the Netherlands!

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

Thoughts on Empirically Learning a New Language

Since this is my first blog post for the business school, I’ll start by introduce myself.  I’m a 21 year old Computer Information Systems major from Edgewood, KY (a town in the middle of über-suburbian Northern Kentucky).  I am studying in Oestrich-Winkel, Germany at the European Business School for the duration of fall 2009.  Why did I chose to study abroad?  Originally, to figure out if I should, I asked myself the inverse question: “Why not?”  Since there were no outstanding reasons why not and way too many reasons to do so, I chose to look into options to study at a partner university.  To bolster our experience, my friend at U of L’s business school, Joe Huber, and I traveled around a large chunk of the Mediterranean Area for three weeks prior to arriving in Oestrich-Winkel.  For a verbose and extensive chronicling of that adventure, see Joe’s first post on this site.  I will not repeat his thoughts on the experience as mine are much the same, but I may write about random revelations on the experience in a future post.

So this brings me to the subject of this post: my experience with the German language.  Thus far, I have only taken German 121, or the introductry semester in the language at Louisville.  This class and it’s exceptional teacher (I have to mention Monica Krupinski.)  gave me a good basis.  This class and the limited use of the Rosetta Stone products led me to believe that I could handle the basic level of the intensive German class that leads off the semester.  (There are three levels: beginner, basic, and intermediate).

Last week I realized that I was quite wrong in this assumption.  On the first day the professor spoke 100% German and started issuing instructions for an assessment exam.  The test might as well have fit the cliché and been in Greek (and yes, we found in Greece that despite knowing the alphabet it does live up to the old adage as a very confusing language).  My professor cracked jokes when the tape player that directed the listening portion of the test did not work initially.  Most of the class laughed.  I did not understand any of them.

The process of learning a language is a slow one.  Through some miracle, I was not dropped to the beginner level after that first test, so it appears my German was not quite that horrible.  The first day of actual class I understood only an odd word here or there that my professor said.  I thought of asking to go back to the beginner level.  Two of my classmates in fact did very quickly.  I chose to stay and ride out the storm, since if I dropped down I knew I would not learn anything new at all.  Luckily a Hungarian friend of mine who is quite proficient in English explained the particularly convoluted instructions.

I just finished this Intensiv Deutschkurs this afternoon, so I can now look upon it with some very short hindsight.  Although I still do not understand a lot of what the professors say, some of it does sink in slowly.  The theory behind being taught entirely in German makes some sense because you associate new words with other German, rather than English or any other native language.  However, if you do not have the basic vocabulary, it becomes quite difficult.  Example:  On the first day of lecturing I did not understand the word “sterben” and asked my professor about it.  He started speaking about several synoyms, little of which I understood.  I feared that without the basic vocabulary I needed, I could never learn new words.  However, when he started to speak about the German word for death (Tod) and Michael Jackson, I caught the drift.  And indeed, the word meant “to die”.  It’s experiences like that make a word very easy to remember.

Learning German outside the classroom is also an adventure.  If you go up to any person in customer service and mumble something like, “Mein Deutsch ist nicht sehr gut…” (My German is not very good), most of them will launch into an English conversation with you.  However, where is the learning experience in that?  Sure, when I was in Turkey, Greece, or Italy I felt no guilt in having someone switch to English for me or use gestures to communicate, but the knowledge that I am in this country for an extended period of time motivates me to assimilate to the culture as quickly as possible.

There are some small victories involved.  I can go to the grocery store without incident (although there is little talking involved there with the cashier).  Last weekend I got my haircut in the nearby city of Wiesbaden.  None of the stylists spoke English.  My German friend who attended the University of Louisville, Martin Weckenmann, in the spring left to get a beer across the street while he waited for me.  I told him I would be alright.  I am proud to say that I came out of that day with a haircut that did not resemble any sort of lawnmover accident.  The process of learning a new language is a slow one, so just make sure that you have delved enough into a culture before you go anywhere near somebody with scissors.

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.