The Modern Odyssey

Most blogs through SUNY New Paltz’s Center for International Programs are written by students living and traveling overseas, but this one comes from a professor’s perspective. I have the pleasure of leading sixteen SUNY New Paltz students through Sicily and southern Italy over the next three weeks, exploring an important part of the ancient Mediterranean that is often overlooked but was vitally important for shaping later Italian history, including the formation of the Roman Empire.

Around 770-760 B.C., small groups of Greeks began establishing permanent settlements in ancient Italy, first on an island off the the Bay of Naples, followed soon after by further colonies on the peninsula itself and Sicily. What drew the Greeks westward was manifold – opportunities for trade (particularly for vital metal ores), a solution to overpopulation problems, agricultural abundance, and political freedom – not wholly unlike what drew later Europeans to the Americas. In fact, the Greeks’ expansion went as far as the southern coast of modern Spain!

In some respects, traveling to new lands today is quite different than what our ancient counterparts experienced, and it is hard to imagine how fearless those Greek men must have been. Today, we come equipped with much more reliable (not to mention speedier) forms of transportation, incredible abilities to navigate from the cell phones in the palms of our hands, the ability to procure housing and even dinner reservations online at the touch of a few buttons, not to mention helpful things like Google Translate or websites like Tripadvisor. Despite all of the technological advances over the millennia, I am certain that my students share many of the same concerns as the Greek colonists did: “How am I going to find food?” “What if I cannot communicate with the locals who speak a different language?” “What do I do if I get sick or hurt?” I suppose it goes to show that humans are truly fundamentally the same despite the passage of time.

As this band of New Paltz “settlers” walk in the footsteps of the ancient Greeks in exploring new territories, I too step into the ancient role of ekistes, the head of a colonist group. As I have planned this program over the past year, I have developed great empathy with these leaders who had the enormous responsibility for not only selecting a successful settlement site, but also anticipating the necessary supplies and maintaining social cohesion among the members of the group. Their level of preparation was quite literally a life or death matter. To help them in this task, they frequently sought guidance from a divine source, namely the oracular god Apollo, either at his sanctuary on the island of Delos or at Delphi on the Greek mainland. The ekistes would leave these sacred sites with either a description of the area they should settle and/or signs to look for to indicate when they had landed at the correct spot. My modern equivalent was going to Rome for the past few days to pick up the various sightseeing passes we will need as well as finalize a variety of arrangements. Sadly, no oracles were involved in the process, which would have been pretty impressive.

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However, like my ancient Greek counterparts, I have relied a great deal on my own experience traveling in these waters as well as the guidance of generous colleagues to make this memorable experience for all involved. Similarly, the Greeks (wisely) did not sail blindly into unknown territory, but instead utilized information gathered by earlier traders exploring the coastlines of the western Mediterranean since the Bronze Age (ca. 1300-1100 B.C.). It was probably the misty memories of such exploratory voyages preserved in the Greeks’ oral history that served as the basis for Odysseus’ famous adventures in Homer’s Odyssey, many of which allegedly took place in the areas that the students and I will visit in the upcoming days.

But besides discovering new places, language, and culture, my hope is that my students will discover something much deeper – themselves. Studying abroad and removing oneself from all that is familiar is one of the most meaningful forms of education there is. I feel very fortunate to have been able to start so young in my journeys overseas, and with each one, I continue to grow into a more well-rounded, confident person. The ancient Greeks living in southern Italy and Sicily went through a similar process. Removed from mainland Greece, they not only developed unique art and architecture, reflecting the melting pot of cultures they found themselves within, but they also fiercely clung to their Greek identity, enthusiastically participating in the most Greek of societal practices from patronizing the theater to participating in the Olympic Games. In a new world of seemingly endless economic opportunities, many of the Greek colonies flourished, becoming some of the most wealthy cities in the ancient world. Sometimes it takes leaving the familiar to rise to our greatest potential, no?

A domani!

Home

It’s been a little over a week since I’ve been home and adjusting has been a little more difficult than I had imagined. The past five months have been some of the best and I’m so happy and grateful I had this experience. I was unbelievably sad to leave Granada and everyone that I met, but as cliché as it is, I’m happy I had such a great experience that made saying goodbye so hard.

I spent most of my first week being back in bed trying to get over the jet lag and looking through all of my pictures from my trip. I found myself wide awake at 5 in the morning, which turns out to be the best time to try out and cook all of the Spanish food that I tried while abroad. Eventually, I became adjusted and stopped freaking my family out by making soup at 6am but I’m still forcing my sister to try all of the food that I make.

As happy as I am to be home, there is so much I miss about Spain and the culture. I find myself constantly comparing my life now to how it was when I was abroad. I miss speaking Spanish everyday and living in a new country. I even miss small things like hearing “hasta luego” and having a siesta. It’s true that studying abroad taught me a lot about myself and the world, but I think the most important thing I learned was that I’m definitely not done travelling and learning new cultures. Studying abroad has strengthened my love for exploring new places and learning new cultures and has also given me the motivation to do whatever possible to ensure I can to travel more.

Pre- Departure Bits and Pieces

I begin my journey to Madagascar in just two short days. I have been dreaming about this adventure for an entire year. Now that it is approaching so rapidly, the reality of it is starting to set in. I have traveled abroad before. I spent a semester in Siena, Italy after I graduated high school, but I can not even begin to compare my feelings then to what I feel now. I have received many comments from those around me such as, “Madagascar!?!? Why would you want to go there?” or “Yeah, I hear there are a million diseases you can catch over there, good luck” or my personal favorite “You couldn’t pay me enough money to get on a plane these days.” Although, I am always one to welcome feedback whatever form it may come in, I think that I could have survived just fine without these opinions.

The fact of the matter is that Madagascar would have never crossed my mind if I had not stepped in to Patricia Wright’s lecture last spring. She is a primatologist, conservationist, anthropologist, and a professor at SUNY Stony brook. I spoke with her after the lecture and told her that I was a psychology student and was deeply interested in her study abroad program in Madagascar. She was extremely encouraging and told me that if I had any interest in cross- cultural comparisons in psychology, I may be able to form some type of research while being there. I was drawn to the fact that she was interested in letting me create my own path during my time abroad and in the end this is what made me decide to go for it.

My feelings have fluctuated from feeling like my heart is on fire with excitement to feeling absolutely terrified. I think that this is pretty normal and if not, I have a 25 hour flight to work it all out. I feel so unbelievable blessed and I am ready to immerse myself within this beautiful culture.

Better Late Than Never

It has taken quite some time to write this final blog post, as I’ve been back in the U.S. for about ten days now, and I’ve started this post in my head many times over.

To begin, I would like to say just how grateful I am for this entire experience. In the end, I began wishing it wasn’t just an “experience,” rather, that it was my life. But there any many things between here and there and I wouldn’t miss my last year at New Paltz for anything!

Anyways, I truly lucked out, being able to travel throughout Europe and to live with my two best friends (yes, best), who have become my sisters, for the past 4/5 months. Many people had told us that maybe travelling alone was better and that I’d want to meet new people (which we did!). Being with these two lovely ladies who know me best was the smartest choice I could have made – especially when you’re taking naps in airports, dropping your phone in the middle of the street, dancing into the night, really missing your puppy and much much more.

Upon my return to the states, someone asked me, “What was the craziest thing you saw?” I had no answer at the time, and I’ve been thinking about the question since. I still have no answer, but I’ve come to the conclusion that it was truly about all the little things. The tiny details that you don’t really take note of until they’re no longer there. The people, the fashion, the Youtube ads (in Dutch, and quite hilarious sometimes), the cobblestone streets, the trams, the square-shaped trees, the French being spoken all around you – of course, the chunky red roofs, the Carrefour and Proxy Delhaize both right down the block coming in handy for our desperate after-dinner peanut butter runs, the French-press coffee each morning… the list goes on and you get the point. There were definitely some crazy things that happened to us and some crazy sights seen, but one thing was always greater than the next and I don’t think I can pinpoint one moment of astonishment that wasn’t topped by another great moment.

All in all, I fell in love with Brussels, its people and its culture; I am only dreaming of my return. The week or so before our flight back to NY, I wasn’t sleeping well. At the time, I blamed it on the new and unusual heat that Brussels was being treated with in early May, but during the long long flight home, I realized that I was nervous to return. I suddenly felt like a foreigner coming back in – would I be able to re-assimilate? Did I really want to? The answer is still no, but America has a way of sucking you in, putting you right back into its heads-down cycle of human contribution and output. I am happy to be home, to be reunited with my family and friends. But I am also sad, and I feel that parts of me are missing.

Lastly, and it’s probably not the last because I’ve been all over the place with this post, but how can one really structure such a thing (I don’t want any answers to that question).  Anyways, lastly, I want to say how grateful I am for the friends we’ve made. I didn’t plan nor expect to be sad to leave so many wonderful people, nor did I expect to miss them. Yet, I constantly think about what everyone might be doing at certain times of the day (six hours ahead, of course), and I often wish I was with them – unless it’s going to class. I am going to miss nearly crying of laughter, having two group DJ’s, and listening to non-stop talk about rap and stories from home about once or twice a week.

Moving forward, Ema will be interning with Target, as some official position that I’ve forgotten the name of (sorry Ema), Becca will be running the country club in Forest Hills, and I will be interning with Panthera – an environmental magazine for wildcats, in the city and living with Conor. Luckily, Les Trois Femmes de la Belgique can remain close over the summer and hopefully have some more fun adventures together before going back up to New Paltz for our senior year!

I am unsure of how to end this, as I don’t believe there are enough words to express what this past semester truly was to me. I am unbelievably grateful, especially for my parent’s and grandmothers’ support in the entire venture. Thank you. I would wish this experience upon anyone and everyone.

Until next time Bruxelles <3

I’m Home!!!

I can’t believe that I am already home. Its been an unforgettable 5 months and I miss England so much! It was such an amazing experience and I encourage anyone who can to study abroad.

Leaving

I just finished packing my suitcases and cleaning out my room, and it still doesn’t feel like I’m leaving in almost 12 hours. How did I go from having months ahead of me to only having half a day? I have never fallen in love with a place more than I have fallen in love with Granada. I know everyone falls in love with where they study abroad, but I have never felt more at peace in a place than I do here.

I’m so grateful and happy I had the experience of living and learning in this city, and I wouldn’t change anything about my time here. As much as I missed New Paltz while I was abroad, it was hard to be sad in a city as beautiful as Granada. I’ve meet so many people that have become such good friends here. It’s a different kind of friendship that forms with people abroad because you go from strangers to travelling for the weekend a lot faster than may seem normal.

I’m so sad and heartbroken to be leaving this city that I fell so in love with. There are so many things I’m going to miss when I go back to New York. The main thing being the difference in lifestyles and the pace of life in general. It’s a stereotype that things are slower in Spain, but I think it’s even more true in the south of Spain. The “no pasa nada” attitude is truly engrained in every aspect of life here. I love how relaxed everyone is and how people are just focused on the here and now.

Saying goodbye to this city tomorrow morning is going to be one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a while. Knowing that I won’t be able to watch the sunset every night on a balcony or from a mirador is going to take some getting used to. As sad as I am to leave, I’m forever thankful that I had this experience which has given me the motivation to work and continue learning Spanish that way I can return and hopefully live here.

I know it’s going to be difficult going home and adjusting to a new normal in New York, but nothing can stay the same forever. I’m excited to see my friends and family and do the things that I have missed while in Spain, like use a dryer instead of hanging my clothes on a line. I haven’t even left Granada yet and I’m already thinking about what I will do when I come back.

To Plan or Not to Plan

Like almost everyone told me before I left, studying abroad has taught me a lot of things about myself and the world. I think one of the more practical things I learned about myself is I need to plan ahead more. My way of planning is to not make a plan. I was never really a fan of planning ahead or having every hour of my day scheduled. However, I’ve realized that there are times when planning is essential so you don’t end up missing a flight, not having a place to sleep, or running out of time.

This semester I lived with a host family, which was really just one woman, and another sophomore from New York named Katie. We get along really well despite the fact that we are a little different from each other, with the main difference being Katie is an expert planner. I admire the way Katie plans everything so that she is certain what will happen and what she needs to accomplish.

I’ve learned a lot watching her plan weekends, assignments, and just day to day things that need to be done, but I’ve also learned about planning from many “lessons” I was forced to learn. One lesson being you shouldn’t wait until the morning of your trip to buy a bus ticket, because chances are the tickets are sold out or they’re incredibly more expensive. The same goes with flights, booking in advance is key to saving money and getting the best deals.

Speaking of transportation, it’s also important to know how you are getting to or back from the airport that way you’re not stranded airport with no way to get back home. Although I found myself in many situations that could’ve been avoided if I planned ahead, I learned that when things go wrong it’s easy to get mad at yourself for not thinking, but it’s easier to let the experience teach you a lesson.

As necessary as planning is to travelling, I still believe that in some situations not planning is better. Some of the best trips I’ve had was when my friends and I decided to go the morning of, or go somewhere and wander and not plan anything. I think the key to a perfect trip is finding the balance between planning and just living in the moment.

When people told me that studying aboard will change me and that I’m going to learn so many things, I honestly didn’t believe them because I found most of what was being said to be cliché. However, these past five months have been some of the best months of my life filled with experiences I am eternally grateful for and places I only dreamed of visiting.

TONGARIRO

It’s been a while since I posted! I’m not as attached to social media as I probably should be to be a proper blogger! There is so much to catch up on, and I feel the only way to do this to give all my experiences the attention they deserve is to break up my travels into a series of blog posts!

This blog post will cover seeing the beautiful Tongariro!

So on one of the first weekend’s here in New Zealand, a few friends and I decided to journey across what is known to be New Zealand’s (and subjectively the world’s) finest day hike, the Tongariro Alpine Crossing. We also wanted to try white water rafting in the Tongariro River!

After a disaster picking up the rental car (that could be a blog post on it’s own), we decided instead of leaving late Friday night, we would wakeup super early Saturday to be better rested to drive. HAH! Try getting 4 girls in their early twenties to wake up before 8 a.m and you have performed a miracle. We did our best though!

We arrived just in time for our white water rafting adventure! After dressing in our Scuba Steve uniforms, it was off to the river! The girls and I were on our own raft with our tour guide Anthony, a kiwi who was our age which made it a bit more fun. After almost dying (not really but kinda) twice, and a jump into the cool crisp water off a little cliff, we successfully made it down the river alive! It was easily one of the most fun experiences I ever had. Not what I’m use to, the safety and security of the “River Rafting Rides” at any given theme park.

The next morning, it was time for what would be the greatest shlep of my young life. A 9 hour hike on the Tongariro alpine crossing, past Mt. Doom. Mt. Doom is a very famous volcano that was featured in Lord of the Rings. Some insane people enjoy taking an extra 3 hours to climb up and down it. NOT ME. Two of us wanted to, but my friend Naomi and I decided against it. OH HOW RIGHT WE WERE. Not only was the crossing itself challenging enough, but one of our friends who climbed Mt Doom tried texting us a “final text” in case she actually died. I cannot believe they just let any old person climb that mountain without any warning of how terrifying it gets, especially with falling boulders!

After what seemed to be an eternity of walking through the dessert, with beautiful New Zealand scenery to remind us we weren’t actually in hell, we finally made it to the GLORIOUS Emerald Lakes! The Emerald Lakes get there gorgeous green/emerald color from minerals mixing with the crater they are perched on top of. The smell of hard-boiled eggs filled the air, thanks to the sulfuric pools, as Naomi and I tried to enjoy our under packed lunches. Don’t let my sarcasm fool you, shlepping the 4 hours to get to this point was TOTALLY worth it. As my pictures will show you. A little further down the way was Blue Lake, the biggest of all the pools. So gorgeous!

On the way down to the end of the trail we had a GORGEOUS overview of Lake Taupo, New Zealand’s largest lake!

As with most things in New Zealand, words are far to simple to capture how beautiful these places are, so please enjoy these pictures to paint a far better picture!

Overall, the trip was wonderful. I feel very proud of myself. I don’t consider myself unfit, but if you were to ask me before that weekend if I would be able to do such a hike, my answer would have probably been no. 12973516_1139061516114426_2146832173456360466_o-1 IMG_4160 IMG_0247 IMG_3957 IMG_4061 IMG_4187

Happy Birthday to Me and the King!

It’s Sunday night and my program ends in less than a week. I cannot believe that I have spent almost 4 months in Europe! Time has gone by so quickly and it is is crazy to think about everything that has happened. We had a reflection week where we went to programs that my program director put on which was good for really thinking about what it will be like to be back but I am still in denial! It will feel real when I step off the plane and I’m in the USA. Everything will immerse me. Everything may be the same but I’m so different and I feel like it will be different. I feel like I’ve grown so much.  I have so much to say about my journey and how much it has impacted me overall but I will post another in-depth post about my journey.

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This week has been so hectic- I had the majority of my finals due and on top of everything, it was my 21st birthday! However, I didn’t get to spend it going out with friends because I had so many finals due this week… The perks of being born on finals week. This weekend though I went to a wine festival which was right next to the beautiful Vltava River. There was music and everyone was just hanging out and having a great time on such a beautiful day. Spending the day, just enjoying my last weekend was friends was exactly what I needed to recharge after a long week. We even went on a boat across the water. I didn’t realize that it was included in our transportation pass!

 

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So this weekend was King Charles IV 700th birthday!! (He was King of Bohemia and the Holy Roman Emperor. The university I’m attending this semester is named after him!) So, I decided to just celebrate my birthday with him and made his party, my party!! There was a huge party for him in Letna Park, which is known for it’s huge metronome (There was a statue of Stalin that was there instead before the Velvet Revolution when it was torn down). It’s one of my favorite parks in Prague because it overlooks the city and it’s a great place to get out and go for a walk. During the celebration, there were fireworks, bands, djs, and just people hanging out and dancing. There was a huge project of the wall where someone was drawing cartoons of King Karel doing random things as well as other cool forms of art. And LASERS! They fanned out from the metronome to different buildings around the city! Everyone was there to celebrate and have a good time! A perfect way to spend my last weekend in Prague, among the locals!

So Happy Birthday to me in this beautiful place called Prague!

Where We’ve Been And Where We’ve Come

back drop Frands Screen Shot 2016-05-15 at 1.54.46 PMIt’s so crazy to think about. When you leave home, you know not much will change when you come back. Your mom will still be there to make your favorite foods, your siblings will still be there to annoy you. Your boss will still hire you back, you and your friends will still be going to the same hang outs you’ve been going to since you were 17.

But in under a week when we all leave Prague, we leave the lives we made here. Never again will we be able to come back here and have the same amazing experiences with the same amazing people; who knows when we will come back here again?

The adventure we anticipated for months is now coming to an end. It feels like just last week we were landing in Prague from the States, that we were all just meeting each other for the first time, and trying to figure out which way was up in this country.

Thinking back on my short time here, my friends and I have definitely come a long way. Before I came here, I knew nothing about traveling. My first rude wake up call was in the JFK airport about to depart and having no idea how to go through security. What a hot mess I must have been, trying to rip off my shoes and dig through my backpack for my laptop as I held up the line.

And it didn’t end there, I came here and everyone was jet lagged and had no idea what we were doing. We probably spent a 30% of everyday those first few weeks lost or looking for some cafe. Trying to figure out the trams, getting on the wrong tram and ending up God knows where, it felt like freshman year all over again expect there’s no upperclassmen to show you the ropes and the language and culture is entirely different from what you’ve known your entire life.

A few weeks ago when my mom was here she was so amazed and constantly asking, “how did you figure this all out?” And “how did you even find this place?”

And then I realized how culture shocked I was, and how well I adjusted since. Now I can travel like a pro, I can speed up the security line now instead of prolonging it. I know the Czech I need to survive, and I mastered the act of hand gestures to communicate any other messages. I no longer need to walk into random places and hope it’s a good time, I know exactly where to go for what I want.

I think what I learned mainly from study abroad is that you will figure it out. I used to think people would just say that to me so I would shut up and stop complaining, but it always works out in the end. I used to be so scared about getting lost, and lord have I gotten lost, but I always found my way in the end. I was so concerned about not having a working phone to tell me everything I need to know, but now I wonder why I used to be so dependent on my phone in the past. Free wifi will be your saving grace at times, but relying on paper maps and planning ahead works just as well.

Nothing is as big of a deal as you think it is, it all works out in the end. Getting a bad grade isn’t the end of the world; in the end you’ll probably still do well in the class. You accidentally took $500 out of the atm, and TD bank charged you an overdraft fee of $100, it’s fine, at least you’re refund check is coming in the mail soon. Planning trips will work out, painful bus rides will eventually be over, and there is no reason to stress.

At pre-departure orientation they told us study abroad will change us and it will be hard going home, and I could not agree more. I feel like I still have so much more to learn, so many more people to meet, so many experiences to still have. I could have another two years here probably and still not feel content, still feel as if there is more to see.

It’s sad, but at least it happened. At least now I have memories and friends for a lifetime, a ton of culture under my belt, and a ton of new knowledge. I’ll never forget any of it, and there is none of it I would ever take back.

I could go on forever, but I’ll try to cut it off here. All I’ll say is studying abroad was the best thing I could have ever done for myself, and everybody should do it. There is no better way to learn about yourself and grow than by throwing yourself out of your comfort zone and straight into the fog. You’ll mess up, you’ll look stupid, but in the end it’s all worth it.

And I can’t wait to come back one day to mess up and look stupid all over again to see what else I can learn.