These Minnesota college students get an A+ for adventure. Follow along as they explore the world while studying abroad.
Usually, time passes by unnoticed. One rarely realizes the significance of a moment while it is happening. Instead, appreciation is found in reflection.
For me, studying abroad has been a time to really learn to live in the moment- to realize exactly what I am doing, while I am doing it, and how amazing it is. And to truly soak it in.
My last full weekend in Europe, my entire study abroad group visited the Greek island Crete, and stayed in a city called Chania. Crete is the largest Greek island, and the farthest south- one of the closest parts of Europe to Africa.
While I would say that every part of Greece, and Europe for that matter, has beauty, Crete had a unique beauty all its own. The weather was so perfect that we could’ve swam- 70 degrees. The water was an intense bright blue that pictures do not capture. The island itself has beautiful, huge hills and a rocky coast. Chania used to be a Venetian port (think: Venice) and it reminded many of my classmates of the Italian town (minus the canals, of course).
My group did have a busy weekend in Crete. We visited an archaeological site and museum, and aimlessly explored the town. However, the most significant moments there for me were when we walked to the Venetian lighthouse by the coast, and sat as a group, just talking, laughing, and looking at the water. A Greek island, unsurprisingly, is a good place for that.
Ok, it sounds cheesy and over-sentimental. But as I write this, I’m sitting in my own house in Minnesota, and I can’t help but be sentimental about the last four months- they feel like a dream now.
In my four months in Europe, I visited eight countries and 15 cities. I (attempted to learn) two new languages. I made 28 new friendships. I stood feet away from the Pope. I hiked mountains. I saw the Mona Lisa, The David, the Acropolis, the Coliseum, and the Sistine Chapel. I swam in the sea for the first time. I ate a ridiculous amount of gelato, pizza, pasta, and gyros.
But I can already tell that what I am going to take away from this trip is more than just checking some sights off my bucket list. There were other experiences just as impactful as those: my 28 new friendships with students in my study abroad group, my study abroad advisors, and their three daughters who came with on our trip. My professors of all nationalities. The Greek woman who ran the bakery on my street in Athens. The barista at the coffee shop on my street in Rome. The tellers at the grocery stores. And the completely, utterly random people I met on every leg of my journey and bonded with for some reason or other. Every single person I have met and every single experience I have had has given me a new perspective on life. As a college student, that’s all I want. That’s all I can ask for. I just want to grow.
For the past few months I have been living in a homestay in Vienna. My amazing host family lives in an apartment complex slightly away from the hustle and bustle of the city, though still conveniently close by public transportation. Over these few months I have formed a routine of approximately when I leave to go to school and when I return. As a symbol of the normalcy with which I have begun to treat the fact that I currently live in Vienna, I have increasingly thought little of my commute. No longer the amazing adventure it was the first few days, I had begun to ignore it. However today, on the slightly emptier-than-usual subway due to a national holiday, I reflected on the continuing wonder that I am in Vienna. In the context of friends back in the US stressfully preparing for exams, I reminded myself that I too would again be in the US at college with significantly less time to enjoy the little things in life. I tried to open my eyes just a little wider, and catch glimpses of just a few more things flashing by in between stations because just as soon as the Pilgramgasse stop turns into the Margaretengürtel stop, I’ll be on a flight back to the US.
Though I am lucky that unlike the majority of my fellow students, I will not be returning to the US before the holidays, the fact remains that suddenly I have only four days left in Vienna. I am terribly excited for the following three weeks of travel, however I must acknowledge the impending conclusion of the major chapter of my travels abroad.
As I walked out of the subway station today, leaving the harsh noise of the train behind, I was embraced by the peacefulness of my little neighborhood. Stopping at a little overlook I usually pass right by, I took a moment to see the city around me. It was not that I haven’t taken in the view before, I have, but it was the sudden realization that there are only a few more times that I will have the pleasure of seeing the surroundings that have become my home away from home. I stood there a while longer, two or three more trains came and went, breathing in the cool evening air soaking up for one of the last times these surroundings which have become so familiar. Be they one month or one decade old, daily surroundings can contain incredible beauty. Take a moment someday and stop. Think not about how much longer you are going to have to wait for the bus, or why the road is so icy today, but look at your surroundings with fresh eyes. You never know what you might see.
Sometimes the historical treasures of Athens can be found - quite literally - in people’s basements.
During a regular history class with my professor, we were taken on a tour around Athens to see artifacts from antiquity. Some were out in the open and easy to see- like Hadrian’s arch and the Acropolis. You couldn’t miss them even if you tried.
Then my professor took us into the middle of downtown Athens. It’s a bustling, modern European city. I looked out for some kind of ancient column but couldn’t see anything. Just when I had hoped he was taking us on a surprise shopping trip of some sort, he took a sharp left into a deserted sort of shopping mall. No stores were open; all looked like they had been closed for months if not years. He spoke with a guard in Greek, and led us down some cement stairs into the basement of this deserted place.
What I learned was that here, in the most unlikely of places, was one of the largest remaining pieces of the original city wall of Athens. This wall dates back to at least 400 BC. It’s this crazy, cool historical artifact, and it’s sitting underneath a deserted shopping center.
The city of Athens in antiquity was eventually built over, because it was easier to use existing building foundations than to create new ones. These buildings were then built over. Then, these buildings were built over. What happens, then, is that a city of layers is created. The ancient artifacts, the stuff of the 5th, 6th centuries BC is found at a much lower level than the modern city. According to my professor, an archaeologist, several houses here have visible ruins in their basements that one can request in writing to visit if they desire to.
But this is a city of history. You don’t have to look in people’s basements to see some; it is ubiquitous. Every day while walking to class, I can look up and see the Parthenon. And in modern history, my school here is next to the stadium where the first modern Olympics were held in 1896.
Yet, some sites we visit have little to no remains. Just this week, we visited the Pnyx for history class. For those unfamiliar, it is quite literally the seat of democracy; it is here that Athenians first gathered to vote in a direct democracy for different issues. It’s on top of a hill, with a fantastic view of Athens and the Acropolis. All that remains is a stone elevated platform where the speaker stood, as well as a stone retaining wall. Other than that, one can only imagine the scene that must’ve happened, with over 8,000 citizens sitting right here voting over 2500 years ago.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned academically so far on this trip, it’s that much of history (and archeology) is visualization. The Athenians themselves who lived in these places so many years ago are the true cool part about any historical artifact. The buildings that remain? Simply an aid in imagining how these people once lived.
My team and I traveled to a one week conference in Bristol, England, and let me tell you, overnight travel is nuts. For those of you who aren't familiar with the geography of the UK, West Kilbride (my Scotland home) is in south western Scotland, Bristol is in south western England, and London (our transfer station) is south eastern England. Not the best set up for a road trip on public buses with a group of twenty. Our bus ride started out rocky when we all had to split up, because the passengers who boarded before us all thought they could snag their own row. We settled into the empty seats, and I got the front row on the top level. The whole driving on the other side of the road already made me confused, but man, when you're an extra story high, it seems like you will tip over every time you turn, or you'll run into the buildings passing by. It was quite the ride. The next problem we ran into: day light savings. Evidently, the bus company did not think it was important to carefully schedule our agenda, because they forgot about falling one hour back. Because our bus couldn't take up space at a bus station, or arrive an hour early, we stopped at a truck stop for an hour. My poor, tired, bus riding logic let me get a fast food hamburger at 2am (mind you, it felt like 3am). My breath and stomach were not happy. Bristol made the fifteen hour travel (and even the hamburger) worth it, though. Bristol is very artsy and creative, so it reminded me of Minneapolis' funky vibe. The people are pretty friendly and talkative, so I met a lot of random people this week that I ended up getting to know quite well. My team is on the bus to Cambridge now, and it's only a five hour bus ride. The wifi on public transportation is kind of sketchy, but at least it's free. We'll be in Cambridge for one week, and then we go back to Scotland! Cheers!
“You’ll love it there. The Greeks are so nice.”
A friend who had just left Athens told me this before my arrival in Greece. I was skeptical at first.
My first interaction with a Greek person happened as soon as I had gotten off of the connecting train from the airport into town. My suitcase is big (I’m abroad for four months, after all), but I normally have no problem navigating it through a European city.
This time was no different. Upon leaving a train station, there are sometimes small gates you need to pass through in order to exit. These gates are small and not meant to fit a suitcase. I usually try to fit my suitcase through, and then have to pause and turn it to the side so I can lift it through the gates.
However, right as my suitcase was caught in the gate, I paused to lift it up when I noticed someone behind me. At these moments in time I usually go into anti-pickpocket mode. This time it wasn’t necessary. The man behind me had seen that my luggage didn’t fit, so he gestured to my suitcase, and helped me lift it through the gate.
After he had gotten through the gate, he dropped my luggage and smiled, while I said thank you, and he walked away. It was such a casual but kind thing for a stranger to do. Although I could’ve lifted the suitcase myself, the gesture was such a nice one.
It seems like nothing big, to have a stranger help you with your suitcase. But I’ve been traveling for over two months now, and it’s something that doesn’t happen often. People have busy lives, and not enough time to stop to help a stranger.
I have now been in Athens for a few days, and I’ve noticed that in general, most Athenians seem to have this same kind disposition. When you walk down the street or enter a store, people smile at you. That hasn’t been the case in a lot of other European cities in my experience. Here, bakeries will give you free pastries with your coffee. Restaurants will give you wine on the house. This is because they value their customers and want you to keep coming back.
One other time in particular when I was exploring my new neighborhood here with a few of my classmates, trying to find the nearest school supply store, we ended up having to ask several people for directions along the way. Each time the person was sincere and kind, pointing us in the right direction. In contrast, in Rome we had some bad experiences asking the locals for directions.
This isn’t to say that the people of Rome or any other urban European city are mean. It’s simply to say that my first impression of the Greeks is that they are very kind people. In a few weeks, I may have a very different impression of Athenians and the city. Recognizing these first impressions, and every other impression a city leaves on you throughout your time there, is one of the most important things about travel for me. The great thing is, I have six weeks left here to gather even more impressions of Athens.
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