London Calling

The City Somehow becomes even more gorgeous at twilight.

I apologize for sounding a bit frazzled in this post, but that is due to the fact that I am currently in London, England! Also it’s because WordPress just deleted a very large post I was about to publish. There have been many things happening all at once, but I will try to just stick to a few highlights. Here we go!

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Everything looks like it’s out of a fairy story…

Highlight 1: The Campus

This place is so gorgeous! I know that seems to be a given, seeing as it’s London, but it’s even more lovely in person. I’m currently residing at King’s College Hampstead, which is just a bus and a tube ride away from The City of London. For those of you who didn’t know (like me), London is a large area encompassing a lot more space than The City of London. The City of London includes Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, The Tower of London, The London Eye, The Houses of Parliament, Piccadilly Circus, ect. King’s College itself is only about ten buildings at most, all of which lie along Kidderpore road. The weather has been wonderful with only a few large outbreaks of rain while we’ve been outdoors. This has been heaven-sent after seeing the devastation in the mid-west from forest fires this year. The Oregonians on this trip have been laughing to ourselves about bringing the weather with us from home and I can’t tell if the rest of the group is more excited at the prospect of cool, wet weather or they’re afraid they haven’t brought the proper clothes.
Highlight 2: The City of London
Even though I’ve already been here almost a week, I’m still in a state of shock. The main things I’ve learned so far (that have stuck in my mind) are the schedule of the classes, how to navigate the tube well enough not to end up on the complete opposite side of town, and how to open the doors around campus. The public transportation is fantastic here, but it’s mostly a matter of others waiting for me. In London, it is impossible to navigate in a large group, or even a small group sometimes, without getting in someone’s way. I swear I’ve stood in front of someone that was in a dire need to get somewhere at least once a day. Every time I feel so bad, but everyone else seems to think nothing of it. I suppose that’s part of the culture shock of entering such a large city after getting used to a small college town where I smile at everyone I pass on the street. However, other than that, London is spectacular. I’ve cried out of pure emotion on many occasions. The first time was when we drove over Abbey Road, and the second was when I was in the Serpentine Gallery looking at a piece with John Lennon’s footprints on it. Both times the reason for my tears was that I realized once again what an important and amazing place I’m in. This happened again when we had lunch at Speedy’s cafe, the place where much of Sherlock is filmed. England holds so much intrigue for me and I think that I definitely made the right choice to come here.
So far I’ve also done 6 of the things on my list of “Things I must try or do while abroad”
Find out what a Jammy Dodger is
 – They are small cookies with jam in the center. They are mediocre for my taste.
Drink real English tea at tea time
 – I had a tea at a cafe down the street. It was milk tea with sugar, the favorite of Queen Elizabeth II.
Ride a double-decker
 – I have ridden a double-decker almost every day since we’ve been here.  “Double-deckers are cool! It’s a bus… with a ladder!” (Well, stairs)
Upstairs is where the party's at!
Search for the Doctor
 – I have searched the town up and down for five days looking for Doctor Who things (as well as the man himself), but to no avail. There is a surprisingly small amount of fandom merchandise (unless you count the gift shop of the Sherlock Holmes Museum, but that’s to be expected). However, I do have a crack in my wall that looks exactly like the one in the show! I’m hoping that if I ask Santa to send me a police man, Matt Smith will arrive outside my door.
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Don’t Blink
 – Not only have I been keeping an eye out for Weeping Angels, but I also kept telling myself as the plane was first landing in London that I couldn’t risk blinking and missing my first glimpse of London. Coincidentally, that was very difficult and resulted seeing stars for a while due to the bright white clouds that were covering any view of England.
Ride on the Underground
 – Riding on the Tube is very hard to avoid if you want to get anywhere in London. It’s basically like the Max line we have at home only easier and more crowded.
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Highlight 3: Cultural Differences
You may think of this as a lowlight, but I consider cultural differences future funny stories. “This one time in London…” So, I’ve noticed many small things in England that are different than America, but there are some major ones as well.
One is the tourist traps. We were having a wonderful time on the South Bank in the festival and waiting for the Eye when this random guy dressed as a gorilla comes up to us and pretends to choke one of us (as a joke), and tells us to take pictures. He goes up to about three of us and we take pictures, thinking it’s kind of funny… until he tried to feel one of the girls up. We refused to take pictures of that. Then he comes for me. I blocked him, but he hugged me anyway. Then, when he finished, he asks for money! I told him repeatedly that I only have a visa (which was a complete lie). Little tip for tourists in London; be wary as this happens a lot. However, that was, thankfully, the only truly unpleasant one so far.
The food has definitely the best cultural difference. I’ve yet to come across a food I didn’t like here in England. One of my frequented favorites has been baguettes and tea. Here the common tea is milk tea (usually with mounds of sugar) and I’ve come to love it in small doses. Baguettes are literally sandwiches with baguettes instead of bread. There are lots of roots in other cultures when it comes to food in London, mostly middle-eastern, French, and Italian that I’ve noticed. It’s wonderful to have so many choices just down the street from the campus! Today I had a lovely mozzarella and dried tomato baguette with a smoothie down at a place called “Brioche”. (Just a hint to those of you on this trip reading this; you really want to try their smoothies before we leave. They’re fantastic.) The snack foods here are even more diverse! My new favorite is Jaffa Cakes, which I have been inhaling at an alarming rate. I’ve also learned a bit about the differences between juice and water flavoring (squash)… the hard way.
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The last and final difference is the amount of tourists. I’ve seen very few tourists in Oregon in my lifetime and most of them are in Portland. In London, one of the biggest cultural centers of the world, visitors from other countries are commonplace. Much of the time I try not to fit into that stereotypical idea of an American tourist that many Londoners seem to have. Don’t get me wrong, they’re very nice to tourists, but I’ve grown accustomed to that look of “oh, you poor thing, you don’t know what a pence looks like” or “oh, you poor dear, you’ve never rode the tube in your life, have you?” The best advice I can give on the subject? There are many things I have seen and done that seem to work.
1. Don’t try to hide your accent.
     It’s not only hard to do, but sometimes it sounds like an insult. You may think you’ve got an amazing fake British accent pinned down and you’ll blend right in, but people will notice and they will give you weird looks.
2. Don’t panic
     Traveling on the tube and through a crowded town can be scary! We’ve been warned time and time again about the possibility of pick-pockets and muggers and just all-around terrifying stories that make you want to lock yourself in your room. It’s true, stuff can happen, but that shouldn’t stop you from having a good time. Just make sure your belongings are always in sight, that your wallet and passport are in a secure place that is hard to hide getting to (like in a zippered pouch on the inside of a backpack), and maybe keep your hand on your tube pass as often as possible. To be in London is kind of intimidating, but you can’t let fear outweigh the fun you’re having!
3. Don’t be afraid to be a tourist sometimes
     This may sound completely opposite of my previous statement, but you are a tourist and there’s no denying that. All I can say is be a tourist that re-defines the meaning of the word. Be courteous, try new things, and learn as much as you can! People expect Americans to come here, but make sure you leave them with the pleasant memory of that nice college student who was so excited about the English culture. That’s at least what I’m trying to do.
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I hope that some of this comes in handy to you!
I’ve really got to rest my back now; London does a number on your muscles. I’ll see you soon!  Becky

Camas fer Dayz

For my 19th birthday on July 6th, I did what any rational 19 year old would do and set off for a Wonder of the World with some of my classmates. It takes 18 hours to get to Puerto Iguazu on a bus, so we knew we were in for a treat. There was a minor scandal involving Emily accidentally buying a ticket for semi-cama instead of cama on the way back, but we rolled with it, and she made some new friends.

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And the buses look like THIS!

After half-sleeping the night away, we got to Puerto Iguazu around 2pm on Saturday, and settled into our hostel, which had some beautiful bamboo right outside our door.

For the rest of Saturday we explored around the town, because we wanted a full day at the waterfalls on Sunday. We got some souvenirs and ate at a traditional Argentinian restaurant.

On Sunday we got up, traveled a short half hour to the waterfalls, and explored all over Iguazu.

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It was kinda crazy beautiful.

We walked through all the different trails, got attacked by Coatis, and took tons of pictures of the incredible waterfalls.

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Seriously, the Coatis were everywhere. And they had no fear.

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Here’s me and a double rainbow!

 Overall, it was a beautiful trip, and for as last minute and spontaneous as it was, everything worked out really perfectly. We had a gorgeous blue sky day at the falls, and got back in plenty of time to catch our bus back to Rosario. We met some nice people, and had a fantastic adventure.  Anne

This is only my…

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This is only my second week in Spain, and I´ve already done so much.

One of my favorite things so far has been a hike with a group of other students to the Christ figure that watches over our city of Oviedo. When we left for the hike I was under the impression that it would be an easy stroll… I was wrong. We first walked to the edge of the city, than through a suburban type area before reaching the start of the actual hike. It was very steep the whole way up and took us about two hours to walk up, but only 40 minutes to walk down. As difficult as the hike was, it was worth it when we reached the top and got to see the Christ figure… and the amazing view of the city.

On Saturday I went on a field trip lead by the University of Oviedo to the city of Leon. I liked to get to see some more of Spain, both once we arrived in Leon and from the bus windows on the drive. It is amazing how much variety exists in the landscape here, and how much variety I have seen just within in my district of Asturias.

I look forward to getting more familiar with the area that I am staying in, but I also enjoy getting to see other parts of Spain, and to see how Oviedo fits into the larger Asturian culture.

— hasta luego, Annelise

And I Think To Myself… What a Wonder of the World!

This weekend I traveled all the way to the border of Argentina and Brazil to one of the newly named wonders of the world Iguazu Falls. This trip required an 18 hour bus ride on the way there. I sat on the second story of a double-decker bus anxious to start our journey. My four travel partners, all girls, and I planned on leaving Friday night and arriving in the afternoon Saturday. That would give us time to explore the city a little and secure a place to stay the night. Sunday would be spent all day at the waterfalls and then we would ride the bus through the night Sunday night to return home the next Monday. This was the perfect weekend to take this extensive trip because that Monday was the Argentine Independence Day (July 9th). They use it as a day of rest and to get together with family; we would use it for a day to travel.

“I see friends shaking hands…..sayin.. how do you do”

As I sat on the bus, the sky was already dark. We left the station and I watched the lights of the city slowly pass. Soon the lights crossed my window faster and faster as the fast pace of the city faded away. I saw some soccer players practicing under light just before everything was out of sight. Just darkness remained out of my window. The voices in the bus were real low as the girls in my group sat in a row. I sat in front of them next to a small young looking girl. She gazed out the same window I noticed her waving through earlier to a very nice looking elderly couple, probably her grandparents. All of a sudden there was a little bit of a scramble as someone was fallowed up the stairs by one of the bus employees. After a while it subsided. I looked over to the girl next to me and mouthed the words in English, “What, just, happen?” She shrugged and that broke the ice. For the next several hours I talked to her about many things. I found out her name is Anita and she was just finishing high school and is 18 like my sister. I felt like Katniss in The Hunger Game when she meets Rue. She reminds her of her sister Prim and finally has an ally in the arena. I too now had an ally in this arena. I asked her basic questions about herself and told her about me. I learned a lot as she was patient with me. She also wants to be a teacher and I know she will be a great one with how well she taught me.

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 “I see trees of green…….. Red roses too”

We finally arrived in Puerto Iguazu, which is the city closest to Iguazu National Park. We explored the city and found somewhere to stay the night. I enjoyed being out of the city atmosphere. Seeing how the terrain changed as we continued north was very interesting. There were parts very similar to Oregon mixed with tropical features. I enjoyed seeing evergreens mixed with palm trees. Mostly there were just fields with or without cows. The province of Misiones is known for its red dirt. This unique ground became vibrant in contrast with sidewalks and tiles, now stained red.

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“I see skies of blue….. clouds of white”

We finally arrived at the waterfalls Sunday morning and could not have asked for better weather. The day before was gray and overcast. Overnight, the clouds rolled away leaving and beautiful blue sky. At the park we split into two squadrons and dove right in. The “hike through the jungle” was not quite as rustic as Annie and I had imagined as we hurried ahead excited and with no idea how much time we would need to see all of this wonder. We walked and walked until we reached the first sign marked for a waterfall, “Garganta del Diablo” (Devils throat). We went for it not realizing how long our journey would be until we finally reached this massive waterfall. We continued over nearly a mile from island to island over the river that fed into the 500ft. across waterfall. We knew we were getting close when we could see the steam column that spit high in the air over the mouth of this beast caused by the blunt force of tons upon tons of water cast down 90 yards. This natural power forced out attention. I felt sucked in fascinated by this wonder. The spray felt cool against my face as I gazed hypnotized over the railing. I walked away in awe with just a couple of the drops of water that made up this massive marvel still on my face.

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“The colors of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in the sky”

Next, we went down below where you can get a panoramic view of all the waterfalls. I suffered from sensory overload with some of these scenes. I watched a perfect picture of a jungle get painted in front of me as I walked along the path. I did not want to look down for a second in fear of missing something. I saw exactly what I thought of if I were to imagine a tropical paradise. Birds flew above the trees of San Martin Island that was thick with rich jungle foliage. Massive waterfalls clashed on both sides of this island as a stood dazed. We stood under the waterfalls and watched the white water bend over the cliff and then rocket down towards us. The thunderous sound drowned out any worry in the world.

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We then finished walked across the top of the waterfalls seeing the view the water has just before it curls down and plummets to the world below. The sun rays hitting the mist in the air made rainbows so vivid I swear I could have felt them. There was one point when there was even a double rainbow all the way! To say I enjoyed this once in a life time experience would be an understatement. The only thing I regret is not being able to harvest this amazement that was so tangible as my senses heightened to experience this wonder of the world.

~Cain

Iguazu aventura!

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This weekend was absolutely exceptional! I’ve been in Rosario for two weeks now, and the constant rush of the city is rather different than what I’m used to. It was very refreshing to have a break from the hussle and bussle and see the wonderful Iguazu Falls in Misiones, Argentina.

The trip started with an 18 hour bus ride from Rosario to Iguazu. After the night long trip we wandered around the city of Iguazu to find a hostel. My Spanish has been improving so much, that I didn’t feel nervous at all about asking for directions and prices for rooms. We ate some pizza and ice cream. (The shop in the picture is owned by a man who makes his own ice cream with all of his original recipees!)

After staying Saturday night at the hostel, we took another bus to to the falls. It was seriously the most breathtaking thing I have ever seen! There are 3 different trails to see the 150-300 different waterfalls! The river and the falls separate Brazil and Argentina It is an absolute spectacle, almost terrifying to to behold. There are three trails to see the different falls. One leads down to see under one of the falls, one is above, and the last leads to the Garganta del Diablo (the throat of the devil) which over half the river tumbles down.

On one of the trails a butterfly came and landed on my hand. He stayed there for about a half hour! (I don’t know why he liked me so much!) We also saw a Tucan! And, I got attacked by some coatis. I set my backpack down to rest for a moment, and about ten coatis (small rodent-like creatures) smelled the Oreo’s and started swarming. One jumped inside my backpack and wouldn’t let go! I was scared for my life for a breif moment…

After the falls, we had another 18 hour bus ride back to Rosario. I had bought my ticket separately then the rest of the group and I didn’t know that they bought the seats for the bottom floor of the bus, and I accidentally bought mine for the top floor. I was sad at first, to be all alone, but it was actually a blessing in disguise since I met some new friends!

The guy sitting next to me was named Eduardo, and we talked for about 5 hours about all the politics of Argentina. He was a computer scientist and is getting married next month. He explained that secondary education in Argentina is free, because Education should be accessible to everyone. I completely agree with this, and it has given me a new perspective of how a country can educate their people. This is something I am still grappling with, since Eduardo and also my host mother have talked about how it has it’s pro’s and con’s. We talked all about the politics of Argentina and the importance and also disadvantages of everyone having their own opinion in a society. I finally fell asleep at about 1am, and when I woke up Eduardo was gone.

Sitting on the other side of the isle was a group of guys making jokes and drinking mate. (The traditional green tea of Argentina. Everybody drinks Mate!!!! You drink from a small gourd and a metal straw, and all the of the shops sell them, and everyone and their grandmother can be seen drinking mate on street corners or at their work. It’s highly strong, caffeinated and addictive, and it has great health benefits!) Anyway, so they offered me some Mate and we started talking. Turns out they were a group of Marines from the Argentine army that has a base on the other side of Rosario. They were very nice, and they also taught me some useful Argentine slang. It made the rest of the trip a breeze!

So that was my wonderful weekend, it’s just one adventure after the last. I am excited and ready for whatever happens next!  Emily

Arrival in Costa Rica

All of my flights went smoothly and before I knew it I was in Costa Rica. Within the airport it was hard to differentiate between Ticos (Costa Ricans) and tourists because they are very similar in appearance. Customs was a breeze and my friend Megan and I walked out of the airport where we were bombarded by more Taxi drivers than you could shake a stick at. We walked confidently by them however as they hounded us for rides, we knew that someone in the crowded walkway would be holding a sign for us.

Shortly we found our group and we were whisked away in a van towards the center of the city. On the way in, there were plenty of signs advertising foreign products and restaurants ( for example, Coca Cola and Taco Bell). The highways and roads are mostly skinny with small cars. What was striking was all of the people walking everywhere. I and the other international students in the van noted how full all of the public parks and squares were as we went by.

We were all dropped off at the front of our host families’ houses. We noticed many houses had more than one secure gate to the front door, every window was encased in iron bars, and fences surround the perimeters of the houses. On top of that, some of them had barbwire. This made all of us a little curious about the safety of our neighborhoods. Later it would be explained to us  in orientation that it was not because that the neighborhoods were unsafe but that Ticos are very precautious and not big risk-takers.

Es todo para ahora.

Hasta pronto, Kelsey

Nerves, nerves and more nerves

Hello everyone!

I will be going to Australia for a 4 week program. While there I will be visiting places like North Stradbroke Island, Binna Burra Eco Lodge in Lamington National Park, Hervey Bay, Fraser Island, and so much more. I am very relieved that I will be going to an English speaking country! At this point I am so nervous even English may not come out right. I have been checking the weather for probably the last two months and it seems to be in the mid 60s- 70s, so nothing I am not used to. I think interacting will be a little different than here because I will be in a different country with different customs and people I am not used to. I do not think I will have a lot of problems because I think I can adjust quickly and well, but it will be an adventure for sure. Since I can remember I have wanted to travel to Australia and their culture. I have always seen it as warm and sunny with a lot of poisonous snakes. I am not sure it will be “perfect” but I know that it will be amazing.

Right now, I am still in Monmouth waiting to head to my mom’s house and then PDX to start my long journey. I will be flying out of Portland on the 12th and arriving in Brisbane, Australia the 14th! It is all starting to sink in that I am actually leaving. Right now, I am wrapping up last minute details and waiting. It seems like I have been waiting for forever. I have never been outside of the country, or really traveled much at all, so I getting more nervous by the minute. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard from other people what a great experience I will have or how lucky I am. I have to agree with them, I am very grateful to be getting this amazing opportunity, but I am still scared. I am not sure if I have ever been this nervous for anything and it is hard to explain how I feel because there is a lot going on around me. Right now, I am trying to not think about my nerves and think about how much fun I will be having in just a few short days =)  Katherine

Green Berets

Quite randomly but also often you will see military men with big guns in green berets just wondering around the streets or on the metro, but they always seem to be in the places that make you a little apprehensive to see them in. One time in particular that I witnessed them walking around was while standing in line for the catacombs. Thats when I began to feel apprehensive, thinking maybe something was wrong. Not a good feeling to have when you are about to enter an underground grave yard. They circled around the line a good 5 times before I didn’t see them anymore. At first I was a little scared to see guys with huge guns crossing the street, then I was curious as to why they were at the catacombs. But I figured since they didn’t talk to anyone, it was just a regular thing. I tried looking it up online but couldn’t find anything on the french military men in green berets only special forces in the U.S. Talking to my teachers and other local people didn’t help much either, they all said the same thing, “oh they are just around”. A strange occurrence to say the least, something I didn’t expect. My fear quickly turned into excitement though as we got closer to the entrance. The catacombs where definitely worth the wait even with two of the “exhibits” closed.

For those of you that may not know what the catacombs are i will give you a little background. Known to the French as “les carrières de Paris” or mines of Paris the catacombs are old mines that hold the remains of 6 million people that had been removed from there graves located in the city of Paris, because the grave yard “Saints Innocents” had been filled to capacity but people where still being buried there. Because of the overwhelming amount of bones and filled graves, the sanitation began to decrease and become unhealthy. The city then began to bury there dead outside city limits as they used to, before the rise in Christianity, but what to do with all those bodies? The underground mine system had since been emptied and Thiroux de Crosne (Police Lieutenant General ) had all of Paris’s dead moved underground. Today the bones are arranged in a series of tunnels with some tomb stones and other decorations from the grave yard randomly placed with the bones. Very powerful thing to see but not for those with weak stomachs.

bon voyage!

-Lauren H

Week 1 Surprises

Bleu cheese, as many would agree, is a distinct and unique taste that you may really love, or may really hate. It comes in blocks, crumbles, and dressing, but there was one thing about bleu cheese that I was not prepared for on my journey to France. Moisissure, or mold in English, is an ordinary part of bleu cheese in France. It was quite a shock the first time I saw bleu cheese and it looked something like this:

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Moldy bleu cheese!

I decided to try it, although I was afraid that it would only taste of mold.  I was relieved to discover it tastes very similar to the bleu cheese in the United States, perhaps even better. I decided to investigate why France bleu cheese has mold and why United States bleu cheese does not.

Apparently, the mold on bleu cheese is somewhat unique as it does not harm us when we eat it, and it can actually even be good for us. Blue mold, which is the one on bleu cheese, can help your digestive system and immune system when you ingest it. I searched for a reason why we would not have this mold on bleu cheese in the United States, and essentially what I found was that as a culture, we think that all mold is bad. If we were in the grocery store and saw mold on a product, we would assume it was bad even on something like bleu cheese where it is safe. I could not find a health related reason as to why we avoid the “moisissure” of cheese.  When I asked my host family about the mold on the cheese, they reaffirmed what I had researched and told me and my housemates that it is good for you. In France, it is completely accepted as part of bleu cheese and as a healthy attribute of bleu cheese.

Even after discovering that there is no reason to not eat the moldy bleu cheese, I still find myself somewhat reluctant to eat it. Clearly, French people have been eating the mold for quite some time and do not have problems because of it, but growing up in that culture where all mold is thought of as bad makes it very difficult to look at bleu cheese and find it appetizing. I have never been a huge fan of bleu cheese, but I must admit that the moldy bleu cheese that I tried in France was much better than the mold free bleu cheese that I have had in the United States.

3 weeks left in Angers!

Maggie