Studying in Russia

My time in Russia is hard to narrow down to a single meaningful moment or experience to do a SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESshort blurb about. I studied there for an entire school year, and having never previously left the country, I was trampled with new and foreign experiences (both good and bad) the moment I landed. The experiences ranged from going to The State Hermitage in the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg and seeing literally millions of pieces of priceless and original artwork from seemingly every artist ever born, to the small, rural town of Pskov and the area Pushkin was exiled: to the huge, looming, infinite skyline of Soviet era architecture of Moscow, plus everything else in between, including all of the Russian friends I made. I am undecided as to which to write about, and could not say which one is the most significant. But, taking a step back and looking at it all, one of the big events that stands out for me is my trip to Moscow, and seeing Red Square, the Kremlin, and Lenin’s Tomb.

Standing in THE Red Square, in Moscow, at the base of the Kremlin’s wall, with the tomb of Lenin to my side is when the realization hit me: how important the place I was standing and how pivotal of a role it had played on world history. From when Moscow was first founded a little under one thousand years ago, to its impact on WWII, and shortly after, through the decades of the Cold War. The man who had dissolved the Russian Empire and created the SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURESUSSR, the Communist himself, was embalmed fifty meters to my left, at the base of the Kremlin and across the square and the high end shopping center located there. It was humbling.

Fast forward several months to my last day in Saint Petersburg, I climbed to the top of St. Isaac’s Cathedral to get one last great glimpse of the city. The nine months of winter had ended, and there was actually a bit of sunshine, so the view I got of the rooftops and city scape was incredible. Sitting at the top of the Cathedral’s dome, which had survived the siege of Leningrad, looking at the word “ЗАПАД”, Russian for “west”, and looking straight ahead, to the 12,000 miles to the west coast in the USA, I was again humbled by how large and important this city was.SAMSUNG CAMERA PICTURES

My time in Russia was a fantastic adventure, and was one of the best learning experiences in my life, and not only for developing my Russian language skills. The two experiences above though stick out to me particularly well, as they encapsulate how different and far away Russia is from what I was used to, and how they made me realize the importance of the area I was studying in.

– Josh Forrey, St. Petersburg, Russia

Exploring Nicaragua

Burns, Emma 3One of the highlights of my study abroad, in Nicaragua, was my trip to the Caribbean coast. It was one of the program’s planned activities, all the students and coordinators  in the group travelled to the coast. We went for a long weekend so that we could have 3 days for exploring and learning about the culture in that part of the country. The people in Managua, the capital of Nicaragua, consider the Caribbean coast to be a completely different culture and experience. I agree with them because the coastal people speak a mix of English and Creole and have different traditions and festivals. The journey, the people we met, and the landscape all made this experience one of the most memorable of my time in the country.

The journey, to the coast, began with a 10-hour bus ride from the capital, continued  through the middle of the country to Rama, a  port on the river. We caught a panga, which is the Spanish term used for the local boat, to Bluefields, the capital of RAAN. The bus ride was an overnighter that took us up into the mountains and then back down to the lowlands of the eastern part of the country. During the bus ride the student cohort bonded and grew closer, and we also met new people. We arrived at Rama at one o’clock in the morning and waited until sunrise to catch the panga, because they do not drive the boats during the night. The panga ride was the first of many panga rides that we took during our trip in the Caribbean. That ride took us down the river through plantain plantations, towns, and beautiful forests that demonstrated the beauty of Nicaragua. The ride ended in Bluefields, where we then took another panga ride to Pearl Lagoon a town where a mixquito tribe was located. We stayed with the leader of the tribe for a night and he told us the history of his people.Burns, Emma 5

Pearl Lagoon was a gorgeous area that is a protected turtle habitat. The spot is surrounded by palm trees and mangroves, which help protect the area from hurricanes. After our time in the town, we took yet another panga to Bluefields, where we caught a plane to Big Corn Island for the next leg of our journey. We had to go to Big Corn Island so that we could take a panga to Little Corn Island, where we spent the next 2 days exploring and doing activities. The panga ride to Little Corn Island was one of the most exciting experiences that I had in Nicaragua, because we crossed the Caribbean at night in a boat similar to a motorboat. Water was splashing all over us and waves were crashing as well, as we motored across the channel to Little Corn Island. By the time we touched down on a beach, we were soaked and exhausted from holding on to the boat, and from the amount of laughing we shared during the ride. On the island, we went snorkeling, visited the priest of the island, and tasted the amazing cuisine that is traditional to the Caribbean coast. Local fare includes, lobster, gallo pinto, which is a mixture of rice and beans with coconut milk, and other seafood preparations. The people of the coast were all really welcoming and willing to tell us the history of their people and to Burns, Emma 4show us the beauty of their culture.

This trip was an experience that I will remember forever. It gave me the pleasure of learning about another culture and seeing the traditions from an insider’s perspective. The bonds that I forged with my fellow companions are, in my opinion, lifelong because they grew from phenomenal experiences. I am so glad that I took the time to study abroad and allowed myself the opportunity to participate in another culture. I have already applied the knowledge that I gained from these experiences to my classes, my family, and my friends. I enthusiastically tell everyone I know the importance of a study abroad experience.

– Emma Burns, Nicaragua

A Day Just Outside Dublin

My study abroad experience was amazing, and picking just one moment to write about was hard. I studied in Dublin, Ireland at Dublin City University. The program was through CIEE and was about Irish culture. My four week stay went by in a flash, but luckily I took some great photos to remember it by.

IMG_4253One of the best days I had while studying abroad, was a trip to Howth I took with two other girls in my program. Howth, a small fishing village just a 20 minute train ride outside Dublin, was a huge contrast to the bustling city centre of Dublin. We arrived in the morning, and ate breakfast at an adorable farmers market. While the food was delicious, and the handmade jewelry intriguing, the real highlight of the trip was the seven mile cliffside hike.

About two miles in, the girls and I found the perfect place to sit and enjoy the views of the perfectly blue ocean. The sunny, 65 degree weather, which we found to be a rare occurrence in Ireland, made this hike that much sweeter. We sat on the edge of the cliffs, taking in the view and watching as Irish families had picnics and enjoyed the beautiful Saturday. To me, it’s unbelievable how sharing a moment like that with IMG_4018 (1)two girls I had met only days earlier, makes you feel so much closer. We finished the seven mile hike, not without getting lost of course, and stopped for a beer before heading back to the city.

Thinking back on this day, I think I learned one important thing from all of the local people around us. Even though they live in such a gorgeous environment, or very close to it, they don’t take it for granted. They spent their Saturday very similarly to how we spent ours, in awe of the beautiful scenery around them. There’s no doubt in my mind that I wouldn’t hesitate to go back to Ireland given the chance. The land is breathtaking, the people are incredibly generous and love to chat, and the Guinness isn’t bad either.

– Madison Raines, Dublin, Ireland

A Weekend in the Mountains

One of the most quintessential moments which P1080369describes perfectly the amazing experience I had in Norway is the weekend cross-country skiing trip I took with the mountaineering club in November of my year abroad. I had only attempted skiing the very first time about a month before, but I had skied every weekend (and a few times during the week) in that month, and while the description of the trip stated “some experience on skis required”, I decided to chance it. After all, I was among friends.

The trip began about as expected, a quick 45minute bus ride out of town (included with our regular student passes on public transportation,) and we were at the trailhead. The trail began with a steep, dramatic hill, which I managed to ski through like a pro. My confidence boosted, and I knew that I was prepared for this whole grand weekend adventure. Then, we continued. Kilometer after kilometer. As spills increased, and tiredness increased alongside, I began to doubt. But I had no clue what was in store.P1080376

The trail we were skiing along dead-ended into a lake. A frozen lake suddenly appeared out of the trees ahead, and there was no way around. Even the ski tracks, which we’d been following in coordination with our map, disappeared directly into the surface of the solid water ahead. We had a choice: turn around, and in so doing, abandon our trip, or plunge ahead, and trust the ice to hold all of us.

We went forward, and for the next 5 kilometers, we skied on smooth, silky ice.

It was terrifying. One of the most scary experiences I’ve ever had abroad. See, I’ve never been the strongest swimmer. I tend to avoid deep water when I can. But when your path goes directly over the P1080358center of a lake over 15 meters deep, you just hold your breath and hope.

Although I did wait until every other person in the group had successfully skied out a little way, and first verified that no massive cracking or strange shifting of the ice was occurring, sensibly. The trip was a thorough success. We stayed in a wonderful cabin in the woods, with heaps of snow outside making us truly appreciate the warmth of the wood stove and the deliciously fresh-baked bread and stew. I will forever cherish my entire year in Norway, but that trip was one of the finest weekends of them all.

– Paul Stanphill, University of Oslo Direct Exchange

El valor de la Amistad – The Value of Friendship

My life changed in Rosario, Argentina. The outlook I have on the world, the way I approach new challenges, and my passion for traveling and understanding new cultures grew and evolved 3immensely. I am incredibly grateful for the support I received before, during, and after my study abroad trip. This support has ranged from receiving generous scholarships from GEO Study Abroad and the Mills International Center, to extensive support from my friends and family, and to my host mother and Rosario program staff for making my experience unforgettable. While what I’m saying may sound cheesy or cliché, it’s truly an emotion I’ve been feeling an awful lot of – grace and gratitude. AHA Rosario –now GEO Rosario—taught me how to grow more in five weeks than I would in a year.

Writing this essay is difficult because it is exceedingly hard to pinpoint any moment during my study abroad trip as more special or impactful than another. However, the specific day that I believed captured my entire trip was July 20th,  día del amigo, which translates to the Day of the Friend. Día del Amigo sounds like one of those unimportant national holidays we have here in the USA like ice cream day or coffee day, but this is certainly not the case in Argentina. Weeks before, we all began noticing signs posted in restaurants and bars urging patrons to make their reservations for día del amigo now, or else they would be without a place to celebrate the occasion. 1After asking the handful of local friends we had made about the reservations and what even the día del amigo is, they had informed us they already made reservations for our study abroad group and all their friends to eat and go out.

Día del amigo felt like Christmas Day. Walking to school that morning, more people would smile and say hello to me. More people would offer to hold the doors for each other, and you would see strangers picking up each others’ tabs. Each of our professors were blissful, even in our early classes, and groups of friends could be seen spending time together in the parks or along the streets more so than usual. You could feel the happiness in the air. As the night approached, every restaurant, bar, and club was absolutely full, including the restaurant we spent our evening at. We shared laughs, stories, and jokes in the best version of Spanglish I’ve encountered. Though at this point the trip coming to an end, at that moment Rosario truly felt like home.

What made Día del amigo such a substantial moment during my trip was what led up to and followed after it: some of the most cherished friendships I have. Programa Internacional in Rosario partnered each of us up with a Law student at the university, and these students quickly became our very good friends. They were ecstatic to be around us, show us Rosario, and welcome us into IMG_4244their lives in a way that was well above and beyond what was expected of their participation in the program. They truly became our good friends. My conversation partner, Agustín, quickly turned into my closest friend in Argentina. Along with Julieta, another law student, those two shaped my experience. On the Día del amigo, these two made themselves very clear of how grateful they were to take the chance to meet us all; making each of us feel very, very welcomed in Rosario. I will never forget this about Argentina, and urge others to visit the country to experience its welcoming community for themselves.

– Alex Bellizzi, Spanish Language and International Justice in Rosario, Argentina