Wednesday, December 12, 2012

GPC Presentation

Since I was very faithful to this blog during my months abroad, I thought it was only fitting to create my Global Perspectives Certificate presentation as a blog post. It will also serve to wrap up my blog, as I never officially laid it to rest when I returned home to the States. 

The requirements, briefly, of the GPC are as follows:

  1. International Experience
  2. Academic Coursework
  3. Co-curricular Activities
  4. Service Activities
  5. Final Presentation 
These are the questions that I am meant to answer in my presentation: 
  1. How do the international experiences you have gained while pursuing the Global Perspectives Certificate complement and enhance your studies and life here at NC State?
  2. What were your perceptions about cultural values and norms in other countries before you began your international experiences? How have they changed as you finish the Certificate? Please include both general ideas and specific examples.
  3. Why do you think it is important for students to “internationalize” their studies and everyday lives? How will you continue to do so in the future?
  4. Reflect on your experiences abroad, coursework, co-curricular and volunteer activities. What are the “linear themes” you have learned that connect these opportunities? How have they helped you understand the interconnectedness of the world and global affairs?
  5. How have the experiences and insights you have gained changed the way you see your own role in this global society?
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     During my semester abroad, I took two tourism classes at the Escuela Universitaria de Turismo de Murcia. My tourism studies serve as the most obvious example for how the GPC complemented my studies at NCSU. In Spain, I was able to study a topic that I could not in the US. In a way, it helps you to realize that the US isn't always best and that the rest of the world has so much to offer that we simply cannot find in our own backyard. I took my first tourism class at NCSU my freshman year, but was disappointed that there were so few options for study here in the US. My new knowledge and experience with tourism abroad led me to find my muse. When confronted with choosing a topic for my senior capstone course, IS 491, I instantly knew that I would write about some aspect of tourism. Writing thirty-something pages doesn't seem so hard when it's about something that really piques your interest.  Next year, I plan to get my Masters of Anthropology of Travel, Tourism, and Pilgrimage at the University of London. 

     In all honesty, my experiences abroad led me to have quite different perceptions than some of my travelmates. Before traveling abroad, I did not appreciate the United States nearly as much as I do now. Somehow, living in a foreign country has actually strengthened my bond with my home country. Seeing Spaniards painted up in red and yellow, with flags tied to them as capes, made me consider how I felt about the USA. Even though the Spanish economy was doing very poorly, the students truly seemed to care about their country. They were prideful, but also interested in seeing their country improve. I remember a specific conversation I had with some Spanish girlfriends at a sleepover. That's where I learned one of my favorite words, pijamada. We spoke at length about their frustrations with the government, but in a surprisingly hopeful tone. I would say I have always been pretty open-minded/tolerant about others' beliefs and cultural practices, but my trip abroad helped me to appreciate my own. I still think there is great value in understanding our own culture and having a healthy sense of pride for it. 

    My experiences with the International Friendship program, the Language Exchange Program, and my studies abroad, helped me to understand the alienation that one feels when living in a foreign country. Although this feeling was not always easy to process while abroad, I think it was a healthy experience that helped me to understand how others have it all over the globe. The majority of the international friends I made through the International Friendship program were from Asian countries with vastly different cultural values than our own. When we met for the first couple of times, they were so happy and grateful that someone had "let them in". They were so complimentary of my lifestyle ("I loooove your decorations") and so eager to learn more about the "American way of life". At the same time, it was easy to sense their anxiety about living so far from home, and so immersed in a totally new culture.
Halloween in Caldwell 
   
     I felt this anxiety as I spoke with Maria Henriquez, my Salvadoran "culture informant" who worked as a housekeeper in Sullivan Hall. I tried to sponge up as much as I could about her lifestyle, but I could still sense the isolation she felt. She was an elderly woman who spoke very little English, in an English-only world. She worked amongst sometimes-rowdy college students that, surely, she felt disconnected from.

     Now, I have a much better feeling of this isolation, having felt it for myself in Spain. Understanding these feelings have been so utterly important for me, and I am sure they will continue to aid me in my future life and career. This experience lends me a sense of empathy for international immigrants and visitors alike. My enhanced understanding has led me to feel increasingly open-minded and ready to share and learn from others from diverse backgrounds. The people of the world have so much to offer each other!

     This is just one reason why I think it is so crucial for students to "internationalize" themselves.  
My buddy Vidush from Kandy, Sri Lanka
If not to help us in our future careers, "internationalizing" ourselves, can make us more understanding people. We can learn so much interesting stuff from our fellow international students. You really can't know what you're missing until you get out there and figure it out! Simultaneously, we can learn how vastly different and how deeply-similar cultures can be. When I pursue my Masters (hopefully in London), my goal is to continue learning about the cultures and people of the world. I hear that London is something of a hub for international visitors and residents. 
     
     In conclusion, I never would have expected how incredibly diverse Raleigh, and our university would be before attending NCSU. On the bus ride to class every morning, I never knew from what country the person I sat next to might be. Sometimes I would think there were no internationals, until one of my bus-mates answered a phone call in fluent French. After all, internationalizing oneself does not necessitate a trip overseas. In our own backyard, we can become involved in a plethora of international-centric organizations (I'm biased toward the International Friendship Program, but there are so many others)! The International Festival is another way we can explore diverse cultures without so much as a plane ride! Actively seeking to internationalize ourselves fosters tolerance and understanding among diverse people. Sometimes, all that's needed is a simple bridge for us to walk across. 

Puente Viejo en Murcia, Spain




Thursday, June 14, 2012

Tick...tock...

Delicious tapa--a bottle of Lambrusco blush wine and 6 tapas for 10 €!
     My time here in Murcia is really starting to wrap up! I'm leaving for Malta on Saturday morning at 3:30AM and should be getting back to Murcia sometime Tuesday afternoon. In all, I have exactly one week left, but less than four days in Murcia.
     I've initiated the period of "lasts"; last frozen yogurt at Smooy, last cafe con leche at Cafe Ficciones, last grocery trip to Mercadonna. It's also the period of goodbyes to some of the amazing people I've met here. Fortunately, it hasn't been upsetting, but rather exciting. I'm thrilled to watch Bones with my Mom, wrap my arms around Ricky, and have a sleepover with my best friends. I can't wait to walk barefoot in the grass, swim in a lake, and eat a hearty Southern meal at Bojangles.

Last tiramisu and cafe con leche at Cafe Kuss

     I know I'm really going to miss this place; not just Murcia but the European lifestyle. I know I'll miss going out for coffee, exploring the streets of Murcia, and buying fresh produce at the Thursday market. I'm reflecting on the multitude of trips and experiences I've had, but I also feel like I'm remaining realistic. Studying abroad hasn't been a time of complete and constant bliss, entertainment and excitement. I've dealt with homesickness, culture shock, and a cold academic system. I've had language hiccups and gotten fed up with piropos (catcalls).

     Saying goodbye to Natalia & Jenn

     Chatting with my new friend Katherine last night, I thought about what I would've my told past-self before I studied abroad. If I could've given myself a piece of advice before I left, I would say,
 "Relax. You don't have to constantly go out and take complete advantage of every waking second of your time here. Sit down, have a coffee and chill a while." 
     I've been under the impression that every single moment of life needs to be full of action. While that philosophy is good for short stints, it's also important to remember to breathe. Realizing this, I've had a lot of time to introspect and reflect on myself, my past and my future. To an extent, I've been able to evaluate the last five months, think about how I want to use my future, and decide what I want to be doing right now, in the moment.
     Allowing yourself to rest while traveling (and in all aspects of life), gives you the energy to spend when you are taking advantage of every moment. When I got incredibly sick in Turkey, I wished that I had given myself more time to sleep instead of trying to see everything I possibly could. It's important to stay balanced, and it's helpful to remember that rest and down-time are necessary. The reason I mention this is because I had been feeling guilty for spending some time in my apartment, cooling off from the heat, relaxing, etc. After talking to other international students who experienced the same sort of feeling, I've come to terms with it. I shouldn't regret the times I felt I needed to rest my body and my mind. Studying abroad can essentially mean living out-of-your-comfort-zone 24/7, for an entire semester. Often, the only times you really feel at ease are in your apartment, drinking tea with your buddies. I'm realizing that the soul needs and deserves to recuperate from the constant stress of interacting with a culture that is completely different from your own.
     Now that I've earned my license to chill, I'm ready to start summertime! I've already compiled a list of

Things to Savor in the States: 
  1. a honkin' slice of I <3 NY Pizza
  2. the grass
  3. some good 'ol fashion hiking
  4. s'mores (inc. microwaved)
  5. hugs!
  6. having nothing to do
  7. stories from Remy
  8. hang-out time with Josh & Em
  9. walking around Downtown Frederick & Carrol Creek
  10. July 4th!
  11. drinking & sleepovers with Dev & Erica (and hopefully Anna & Erika)
  12. holding hands
  13. linking arms
  14. walking downtown Middletown
  15. Devin and Erica's basements
  16. swimming in a lake
  17. bike rides
  18. cleaning out my room/closet; getting rid of stuff
  19. NCSU campus
  20. Hillsborough Street
  21. Bones with Mom
  22. sharp, aged, Cabot cheddar cheese
  23. kissing Ricky
  24. wearing my fabulous gypsy pants
  25. Bojangles
  26. my house
  27. running errands/driving around
  28. driving!!
 Last Thursday market, so I bought some gypsy pants!


Monday, June 11, 2012

¡Vamos a Turquía!

I really don't even know where to start with this post...

I just got back from Turkey, from a life-changing trip with so many ups and downs that the roller coaster analogy really does seem to fit. 

I'm sure my travel-mate, Kayla, and I both left the trip with the feeling that there really are few obstacles that we wouldn't be able to handle. 

Kayrah and me in front of the Blue Mosque.
The lighting is crappy, but alas, I don't own Photoshop

entering the Blue Mosque!
The ropes that the lights hang from
Roses outside the Blue Mosque. You can see the men cleaning their feet near the pillars.

Beautiful lights hanging from the ceiling
Our trip was full of amazing cultural exchanges, peeving cat-calls, refreshing swims, sleepless nights, intense hikes, spelunking in ancient caves, hot loose tea, traditional Turkish breakfasts, stomach-churning illness, breath-taking views, twelve-hour bus rides, naps on airport floors, merhabas and teşekkür ederims, gift-buying trips, and lira-spending. Seriously, the list seems infinite. It's crazy how much living can happen in just seven days!

If you were wondering how to say "I'm from the USA" in Turkish...
 Our first day in Istanbul was pretty calm, so I'll get into more intensity in my following posts. For now, I'll just post some pretty pictures and think about how to articulate my thoughts for the next ones!
I enjoyed watching the stray kibbles




Thar she blows!

 When they say Grand Bazaar, they really mean Gigantic Bazaar. I thought the market in Murcia was big...this place was huge.

 I think it was supposed to be organized by wares, but all of the signs were in Turkish. Most popular items were scarves, lamps, coffee and tea-related goods, chess and other game boards, shoes, clothes, etc.


Turkish pastries in a bakery window. Can you see the McDonalds reflected across the street?

Outside the Grand Bazaar; I love the old building that it was in!
Some miscellaneous thoughts about Turkey:

  • I was surprised by how green it was! I kind of expected it to be like a Middle Eastern desert. Istanbul is on the European side, after all.
  • Turks in [city centre] Istanbul were generally annoying, so I'm incredibly glad that I ventured outside of Istanbul to meet amazing Turks in their purest form. Everywhere else we visited, the people were genuinely friendly and hospitable. So many people went out of their way to help us out; some of the friendliest strangers I've ever met! 
  • On that note, Istanbul was really touristy. To anyone who hasn't traveled too much, this could be okay and maybe even beneficial. To me, highly-touristed areas can be turn-offs if made obvious. I had the same problem in Barcelona (but not Madrid!). It is possible to be highly-touristed without giving off that vibe. However, we really only spent 3 days in Istanbul, so I'm sure there are some amazing non-touristy places that we didn't catch.
  • Asking me where I'm from before I even acknowledge you...that's kinda weird and gets old pretty fast. It seemed like the majority of the population consisted of salesmen, or at least people with that mentality. We got used to ignoring the people that shouted at us to get our attention. 
  • I saw lots of little children peddling wares alongside the streets. It made me so sad to see this, but there's really nothing I could think of to do. Buying from them would only perpetuate the system... it made me want to find their parents and yell at them! I tried to ask one little boy where his parents were, but he didn't speak English...
  • I noticed VERY few beggars in Istanbul. I think everyone just peddles something, so there's really no excuse for begging. 
  • In general, Turkey was pretty cheap! I loved being able to cut the price in half to convert it into dollars. 100 Turkish Lira is about $55. Now, back to the euro...
Look at this cheeky guy.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Camping en España

Today and yesterday I was able to cross three items off of my "Spain Bucket List!"

     Yesterday afternoon, we packed up at Kayla's apartment. I've been camping many times before, but was still surprised to see how much stuff we needed for just one night! Everybody had a heavy load on their backs, but I was the turtle! I carried around the tent, which is wrapped up in some circular carrier--it was awkward to load the bus on our way to the mountain!
Brad, Andrew, Kayla, Sally and I [am the "turtle"]
     About a ten-minute bus-ride later, we were in a small pueblo outside of Murcia. We climbed up through the town and passed a really neat looking graveyard. From the outside, it reminded me of the above-ground tombs that I visited in Lafayette Cemetery, New Orleans this January.

Some places just have this pull...I HAD to come back here.

     As out of shape as I mentioned that I was in the last post, I had a bit of difficulty climbing up the slopes. There were a lot of loose rocks, and not a very pre-trekked path. On our way up, we stopped to pick some tasty lemons on the outskirts of an orchard. They made our water taste twice as refreshing!



     Eventually, we got to a road where people can drive most of the way up the mountain to picnic or hike around. We walked up the road for quite a bit; I was glad to get back to sure-footedness. At any point on the way up the mountain, you could turn around for a beautiful view. Even halfway up, we were already so far above the city! Once we made it to the top, I felt like I should've been in a plane to get a view like this.

     There was a clearing with picnic tables and a great view of an even higher peak of the mountain. We tried to casually avoid the picnickers, as camping technically isn't allowed there.
The level Kayla is standing is where we camped. Spoiler alert: the next day we hiked all the way up to that peak!

We made it to our campsite!
     We spent quite a bit of time searching for firewood. I think the guys enjoyed awakening their inner cavemen (or monkeys?) by jumping up and ripping down huge, dead branches from trees and carrying them back to our site....although I think we enjoyed it just as much.
Kayla brings home the bacon


     Before we got the fire going, we climbed up a bit further on the mountain and watched the sunset on the city. It was just amazingly beautiful--I probably took a thousand pictures of it. We went back down and cooked hot dogs and s'mores. So, sooo yummy. I had forgotten how much I missed the perfect combination of cookie, marshmallow and chocolate...




After filling up on s'mores, we went back up to get a view of the city at night.
Andrew in a little cocoon outside (the girls got a tent!)
     The next morning we all woke up a bit groggy and sore... there's something about sleeping outside that really seems to throw off your body clock. We packed up camp and hid it behind a boulder. Little did I know: we had much more exploring to do!
Me at the very, very tippy-top. I can't believe I made it!

     We climbed up even further, to the peak of the mountain that we saw when we first came to the clearing. Andrew, Sally and I found a great spot to watch the mountain climbers. Sally and I laughed that we pigged out on chocolate as the climbers did their strenuous workouts. It made me want to climb so much! I'll have to take a class as some point.

We watched a jacked 65-ish year old man embarrass the younger climbers. Dayum.

     After a few hours of chillin' up top, we headed back down to camp to continue chilling and prepare ourselves for the long trek back down the mountain. I tried peanut butter on just about every leftover food I could find (I haven't had it in over 4 months!).

Our trek down the mountain...AKA saying goodbye to our escape from reality
     We realized we had missed the next bus, so we had just the perfect amount of time to stop into the cemetery we had passed on the way up! It was similar to the New Orleans cemeteries, except for two things. First, this cemetery was more modern, definitely constructed in the mid 20th century based on the dates that I saw. Second, each family "grave" was enclosed in its own mini-chapel. There were several family members in each site, often grandparents, children, and nietos (grandchildren). Each grave looked like a tiny church--it had a door, windows with blinds, and usually two benches opposite each other. There was an altar with candles and flowers inside each grave. We couldn't enter them because you needed a key for each one, but we could see all we needed by peeking in the windows. What a neat experience--I was so excited to check this off of my Spain Bucket List!




     We got home a little while after 5pm, so I washed my stanky clothes and took the most glorious post-hike ducha.

     After just a couple hours of cleaning up at home, I was out yet again in Murcia. We met up in Plaza Cardenal Belluga, in front of the Cathedral, to watch the Tres Culturas finale concert.

     I had no idea what to expect really; I just didn't imagine that it would be so fun and upbeat. There were Senegalese dancers, singers, and musicians, Murcian dancers, poetry-reading, and a lot of clapping. It was such a fun experience to watch the people in front of me sort of bobbing along to the music; it seemed like no one could stop themselves from moving!

The dancers looked like they were all having an absolute blast up there, and some of the African drummers were smiling so big that you could see their teeth from far away in the audience.

Video: Murcians dancing on sand to Senegalese drummers!

It was really neat to see the Cathedral all lit up like that...as if it wasn't already beautiful!
After about two hours of the spectacle, my glutes and legs reminded me that I was far too pooped to keep standing. What an exhausting and exhilarating couple of days!