The first three days in Shanghai have been nothing short of spectacular. Having never been to Asia I knew little about the east and what it had to offer. As of now it has surprised at every corner. From the first night in town as a jet-lagged traveler, having drinks with a myriad of international and Chinese students, to the second day getting adjusted to campus life, then the bus system and subway, it is clear to see that this is truly a global city. I feel like a rock in a stream surrounded by running water, and now I am only an observer. I think that soon when classes start and the internship gets underway I will be an active participant in one of the fastest paced cities on the plant. Dr. Bian, a professor and coordinator of the international students programs urged us to go off the beaten path to truly understand Chinese culture, and that is what I intend to do. I am here for a reason, and am excited to call this place home for the next few months.
June 11th: Today we had a free day to ourselves, so my friends and I decided to go to the hot springs because we loved it so much the first time. But this time we went to a public hot spring, which personally I enjoyed better.
We got to lay right by the river and we could listen to the rushing water of Rio Mino.
This hot spring had five pools: three of which were steaming and occasionally bubbling, one was also that temperature, but it had river water flowing into it to make it bearable and the last one was filled with river water to cool down. And the great view was a plus!
June 12th: Today we had a group tripped planned for Santiago de Compostela, the capital of Galicia. We had a tour through the city, led by a tour guide, and none of us were dressed for the weather of Santiago; there it is chilly and had a misty rain, and the majority of us were in shorts and t-shirts. The tour guide took us throughout the city and talked about important things and various local legends traditions, and religious history which heavily surrounds this city. Santiago translates to “Saint James” and Compostela translates to “field/sky of stars”. The massive cathedral there is actually the place where Saint James the Apostle’s tomb resides.
While the tour guide was talking to us about the cathedral, a group of people cheering, clapping, and singing entered the plaza; they were pilgrims who had just finished “the way of Saint James”. These people had walked quite a distance (we didn’t ask specifically, but people usually walk a minimum of 100 kilometers). The way is a spiritual experience where anyone can walk (or bike) along certain paths to get to Santiago de Compostela, one of the paths goes through Ourense. There are many reasons why people choose to walk the way, and if they don’t have a reason when they start, they have one by the end, according to my tour guide. After the tour, we had about 45 minutes of free time to wander the city before dinner. During this time, I walked through a holy door (a door that is usually closed unless it is a holy year, but this year the Pope declared that all holy doors be opened).
I also got to walk around the inside of the very large cathedral there; however, we were not allowed to take pictures on the inside of the cathedral, but trust me, it was very large and very beautiful. We all then reconvened for a group dinner and a bus ride back to Ourense.
After we got back to Ourense, everyone went to bed to prepare for another week of shadowing – I’ll be in pediatrics this week!
June 8th: Today we got a day off from the hospital to have a tour around Oursense and go to a private spa with hot springs! The tour was given by a tour guide and we were shown many main points in the city both today and historically. We walked around town and were shown different popular shopping areas, one of which was the marketplace. The marketplace consisted of one larger central building surrounded by many smaller, individual stands selling various items. One thing I thought was weird is that the fish was stored on ice and was out in the open as opposed to being behind clear glass or plastic case. After that, we went to Las Burgas, hot springs that are in the city of Ourense – they are VERY hot. They also have mineral properties that can resolve certain skin conditions. While we were there and the tour guide was talking, people would come and fill up containers of water to take home and quickly run their hand through the water and rub it on their skin. After that we went to the main cathedral in Ourense (Catedral de Ourense). I’ve never seen a more beautiful church ever! The tour guide said it was also used as a fortress because Ourense is so close to the border of Portugal. After a group lunch, we took the “spa” train to a private spa with hot springs! As a rule, we could not take pictures of the spa because it was private, but the surrounding area was beautiful! The hot springs also contained the same mineral properties that the tour guide talked about in Ourense (the surrounding area of Ourense also has a very large number of natural hot springs). We were allotted two relaxing hours in the spa; after which we reluctantly left the spa, but we all had very smooth skin!
After returning from the spa, one of the things I had for dinner is what I would consider the Spanish equivalent to mozzarella sticks; they were called “triangulos quesos” and were served with a very sweet tomato and pesto sauce. Yum!
June 9th: Today at the hospital was the first day that I did not follow the doctor I’m shadowing this week into the OR; instead, she was seeing patients today – and she had approximately 56 on her list! The way this was set up was very different from the U.S.; all the patients (a lot of them) waited in a large waiting area and waited to be “buzzed” into the doctor’s office based on their number (it reminded me somewhat of being called at the deli line). The patient enter the doctor’s office, a room with a desk, computer, chair for the doctor, chairs for the patient and guest, and an examination table. The doctor sat on one side of the desk typing notes while talking to the patient who sat on the other side of the desk. More often than not, the patient would then be examined for whichever urological ailment they were in the office for. The major thing that was very different from the United States is the time that the doctor spent with each patient: sometimes it was as little as about five minutes with almost none lasting longer than about twenty minutes! This goes back to the differences between Spanish and American health care systems; health care is “free” because it’s included in people’s taxes. Which leads me to the feeling that more people go to the doctor more often which leads to many patients to be seen. I believe there may have been one other doctor tackling the list of the 56 patients for the day, but I’m not exactly sure. All I know is that I saw a lot of different patients in the span of time I was there. The number of patients I saw today was much larger than the number of patients the internal medicine doctors I shadow back home see in a day. My doctor was extremely busy today and therefore couldn’t translate what was going on after she saw each patient, but from what I got out of the conversations (which were very fast – too fast and complicated for my years of high school and one year of college Spanish to comprehend everything), the majority of the patients did not have an issue, it was either more of a check-in or because an issue they thought they had. Of course, there were a few that I saw that did have a problem. During an endoscopic check for bladder cancer in one man, the doctor did find cancer and it was actually that patient’s second time having bladder cancer.
While I did not get the “thrill” of being in the OR today, I learned many valuable things today, most importantly the differences between Spain and America’s health care systems and what that translates to for everyday patient care. It also put some things in prospective: I tend to get annoyed when the doctor is late for my appointment or I have to wait, but the people in Spain wait a long time to see the doctor for just a short amount of time, nothing compared to some of my very long and thorough doctor visits when I’m sick. Also, today was important because it highlighted that medicine isn’t all exciting surgery; sometimes you need to meet with nonsurgical patients, even if the length of the list is intimidating and you’d rather be in a surgery.
Later that evening, we had a group dinner with all the fellows and the site coordinator to talk about our day. Also, it was one of the student’s birthday! So of course, we all had a celebratory glass of sangria!
June 10th: Back to the OR! Today I got to see three procedures! The first was an endoscopic procedure to get a sample from the kidney (through the urethra, bladder, ureter, to the kidney) to check for kidney cancer. The second was to break up a kidney stone; it was really amazing to watch the laser break up the kidney stone so it could be pulled out of the patient, I actually got to see the kidney stone – strange to think that such a little thing can cause so much pain! The next patient also had a kidney stone; however, the ureter was very narrow in this patient and the doctors had to put in a catheter-like tube to enlarge the ureter so they could go back in and remove the stone at a later date. This was my last day in Urology, even though my doctor said I could come back anytime I want; while I did enjoy urology and all the surgeries I got to see, I should give the other specialties I’ve been assigned to a chance too! After leaving the hospital late in the afternoon, I treated myself to churros and chocolate (probably my favorite thing that I’ve eaten so far) and a late siesta which was much needed after this busy week.
“Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know I will be happily infected until the end of my life”
Studying abroad was something I knew I wanted to do when I started college, but I could’ve never imagined the experience being as incredible as it was. I learned so much inside the classroom and out, met so many people, and visited more countries in four weeks that I previously had my entire life. I won’t be the same returning to LVC–I have so much more perspective on the world, and I have 9 great new friends who I share so many incredible memories with.- Devon Malloy
Wow! Hard to find words for what just happened.. was a once of a life time experience that was surreal. I visited five different countries in just four weeks and had the time of my life. One thing that that is compelling to me is how unique everyone’s story is. It just goes to show that everyone truly had the ability to make this study abroad experience whatever they wanted it to be! Till next time Europe.. budapest… mic drop.–Blake Lutz
I transferred into LVC this spring semester and never in a million years would I have seen myself traveling the world with an amazing group of people from Lebanon Valley and Xavier. These memories and friendships I have made will last a lifetime and I wouldn’t change it for the world. To people that are questioning if they ever want to study abroad- DO IT. You’ll never regret it. Even though you go outside your comfort zone, its a truly amazing experience. I traveled to Budapest Hungary, Brussels Belgium, Amsterdam Netherlands, Munich Germany, London England, and Dublin Ireland. I truly wish I could stay here a whole semester, because a month isn’t enough. I wasn’t really friends with the people from LVC before the trip but I guarantee that I will be as close returning as I am now. I didn’t know what to expect meeting the Xavier kids but after spending a month with them I felt like I have known them my whole life. Booking flights, hotels, hostels, trains, buses, taxes, made me a lot more confident not only traveling but in myself as young man. Lastly, to our Professor Will Delavan and Jill Russel, thank you for the opportunity. I guarantee that you have sparked a journey of traveling that I will carry on the rest of my life. Sincerely, Nicholas A. Tucker.
Even though you have the amazing opportunity to visit lots of countries while studying abroad, don’t forget to take in the many wonders that Maastricht has to offer. It is truly an incredible city that I’ve been lucky enough to call my home for the past month, and it will always hold a special place in my heart.–Jillian McCueMake your dreams happen. I have been privileged enough to go on this journey and I have made amazing friends along the way. I was was able to accomplish and go after my dreams. I have finally made a trip to Italy and now I will never be the same. Explore the world, try new things, and get involved in new cultures. Take new leaps and bounds because I know I will never forget it. Explore the world and be open to new things.–Marla Scacchitti
This trip has been an amazing experience and has taught me so many things about myself. Being able to navigate foreign places and immersing myself in other cultures has allowed me to grow as an individual. It has improved my confidence more than I could ever imagine. Having the opportunity to take in all the beauty that this wonderful part of the world has to offer has been amazing. I am so happy that I decided to come on this trip, it has been such a great experience. To the LVC and Xavier students, thank you for making this trip a wonderful one filled with memories I’ll never forget. The friendships that I’ve made here will be for a lifetime as we have grown so close over a short time. To Will and Jill, thank you so much for this opportunity. It was more rewarding than I ever thought it would be. To all future MU students. Enjoy the time you have here, it is a beautiful part of the world and your time here will be gone sooner than you think.— Brandon McMinnAfter hearing stories of my friends and their study abroad adventures, I decided to look into a European vacation myself. I was lucky enough to have family that were more than willing to help me accomplish my dream of studying abroad. During my time here I have gained knowledge than I can explain. I have also gained friends that I know I will continue to hang out with and make memories with. I am forever thankful for LVC giving me this amazing opportunity. Thanks to the students, LVC and Xavier, that make this trip more than I could hope for.–Gianna Rossillo
Get a bike and most certainly travel every weekend but don’t forget to appreciate the town of Maastricht and walk through the streets if you have time, yes walk don’t bike. My problem which I just realized now after selling my bike and having to walk was that I viewed Maastricht as more of a place where I had my bed and had to take classes rather than yet another beautiful and special city of its own to explore and you can’t take this in as well rushing around on the back of a bike. So my greatest advice would be to purchase a bike as soon as possible, as this will help you be able to wake up for class 15 minutes before and be on time as well as make it super easy to get to the train station but for a leisurely stroll around the city, walk. It won’t hurt you being that you won’t eat the healthiest and it lets you take in the culture a lot more. Don’t be afraid to get lost, that’s what a gps and data plans are for. Also if you end up finding your way with a little help from others and mostly on your own, it is pretty damn satisfying. Branch out and make friends with not only LVC kids you didn’t know but all of the people you encounter here. Do new things and travel to crazy places because at the end of the day you will not regret anything except maybe dropping too much money on a late Friday or Saturday night. All in all this will rank at the top of experiences you’ve had up to this point in your life so appreciate every second of it. You will build life long relationships with people you never thought you would. A month may seem long but it truly flies by. Thank you to everyone who helped me along the way and gave me this amazing opportunity. Jill, professor Delavan, fellow LVC students, and Xavier students you have made this something I will never forget.— Evan Lysczek
I would tell every student to step out of their comfort zone and study abroad if they are given the chance. I’ve had the opportunity to make many new friends, lifelong memories, and explore the world. It’s truly an experience you’ll never forget. -Aaron Alexander
June 6th: After a quick breakfast at the café next to the hotel (which was provided by the Atlantis Project Program), our Site Coordinators took us to the bus stop that we took to the hospital. We were given bus passes to take us to and from the hospital, and we were shown which bus to take and where to get off. The bus ride was short, and after a group photo of the group in our lab coats in from of the hospital, we entered and met the chief of education of the hospital in Ourense who made it possible for us to shadow doctors. After a quick orientation, we were off for our first day of shadowing. Another fellow and myself were the first to be dropped off in Urology, and we were quickly taken to get changed into scrubs because we were about to see a surgery! I was beyond excited because I’ve never had the opportunity to see a real surgery before, and I even got to stand right there in the operating room, only a couple feet from the patient!
This patient had an advanced type of bladder cancer, so the surgery was to remove the bladder and prostate, reroute the ureter (carries urine from kidney to bladder) to the ileum (portion of small intestine), and attach an ostomy bag (external bag that collects urine-basically acts as a new bladder). It was amazing to see how the two surgeons worked together so well as a team, at times with their heads resting against each other’s during the surgery. I will admit at one point the surgery did freak me out a little; about an hour in while the surgeons were going through the connective tissue to get to the bladder, I all of a sudden realized that the body on the table was a real, live person and I’m a real, live person and that could be happening to me. That idea did not sit well for me, and I excused myself for a couple minutes to sit down and have some water (it was not uncommon for people to walk in and out of the OR), but then I returned, eager as ever to see what the surgeons were doing.
The surgeons were very nice and at times let us take a closer look and pointed out specific anatomical structures. This surgery took about three and a half hours, after which the surgeons got about a forty-five minute break while the OR was being cleaned and prepped for the next surgery. Unfortunately, I could not stay to watch the second surgery because all the fellows needed to meet at the front of the hospital by two o’clock so the Site Coordinators could show us the bus stop to get back to the hotel. That evening we had a group dinner at a restaurant where I tried croquetas (which is kinda like a fried mushroom and potato appetizer) and all the fellows talked about their day in the hospital. All in all, great first day of shadowing. It really amazes me everything that goes into a surgery and what the surgeons can do to physically take out something that would have killed that patient in the near future. Also, I really enjoyed wearing the scrubs and it’s something I hope to be doing a lot more in the future!
June 7th: As if I didn’t get lucky enough seeing a surgery yesterday, I got to see two today! The first one was a prostatectomy which started out laparoscopically; however, after about an hour and a half the surgeons switched to an open surgery due to the specific situation with this patient. One thing I thought was beyond amazing is how the surgeons used these tools as extensions of their hand to try to correct a problem while only making several small incisions. I also really enjoyed watching what they were doing right on the screen because it was much easier to see than having to stand a couple feet away from the patient. The reason that the surgeons had to switch to an open surgery was because this patient had an abnormal anatomy which made the prostate difficult to distinguish, and there was not a lot of space in that area, and the surgeons did not want to risk cutting the rectum which would have caused a larger issue. I really admired how the doctors adapted and dealt with a situation of anatomy that really isn’t “textbook”. While the OR was being cleaned and prepped, I got to talk to the doctor I was shadowing for a few minutes. I found out that she had just finished her five year residency about a year ago. In Spain, medical school is different; that is, students enter a six year medical school after high school, and then continue on to residencies that differ based on specialty. So, the third year medical student who was also with the doctor I was shadowing was actually about the same age I was which I thought was strange. I found out that the doctor I shadow also meets with non-surgical urology patients, but she prefers days filled with surgeries. After that, I got to witness an endoscopic procedure to remove bladder cancer. I had never really read about this procedure, but my goodness props to the patient (who was awake, but given an epidural, for the procedure). An endoscope was inserted through the patient’s urethra and the surgeon removes the tumor and it is flushed out with a large amount of fluid which drains from the urethra into a bag that is suctioned into containers. I’ve never seen anything like it before and was very happy that I stuck around later than I needed to so I could see this surgery. After I left the hospital and got back to the square where my hotel was, it was already about 3:30 in the afternoon, so most shops were closed (siesta time), but luckily I found a small pizza place so I could have something to eat and not have to wait for dinner. For dinner I went to this restaurant that sold pinchos which are like small sandwiches and had the most delicious little sandwich- “pincho de lobo con azúra” (is what I think it was called) the lomo part was a type of meat which a girl from Mexico in my group said is from a certain part of the cow (of which I do not remember) and azúra is a type of cheese (which I very much enjoyed). Would definitely recommend! After dinner I enjoyed a post-dinner sangria with some of the girls at a nice little place. One thing I like about ordering drinks here is that the servers keep bringing you little snacks like chips, gummies, olives, etc. and it’s for free! After that my friend and I took a walk around Ourense and over a bride to another the other side of the city.
Friday June 3rd: I arrived at the Madrid airport in the morning with two other Atlantis Project fellows that I (thankfully) met before getting on the plane in Philadelphia. After grabbing my luggage and getting through customs, which went so much smoother than I thought it would, I was greeted by an Atlantis Project Coordinator who was gathering students that were arriving at the Madrid airport around that time.
From there, we were taken by bus to the hotel that we’d be staying in for orientation weekend. We had the afternoon to walk around the nearby mall and get food. Surprisingly, the mall was very similar to an American mall and even had a large number of American stores. Today reminded me a little of the first day of college; fellows were from all over the United States and Puerto Rico, so very few people knew each other before coming to Madrid and everyone was trying to make friends for the weekend and the rest of their fellowship. However, one thing very different from making friends during orientation weekend at school is there was a much wider variety of people from a variety of places, as opposed the large central Pennsylvania and surround area population of LVC students. Most of the fellows come from very large schools that they don’t consider to be “that big” (I couldn’t believe someone thought a student body of 20,000 was average). Luckily, my new friends and I weren’t so horribly jet lagged that we made it through the whole day without sleeping, but going to bed later that night did feel amazing.
Saturday June 4th: Today was orientation day and all the students (approximately 75, I’m not sure of the exact number) sat in a meeting room in the hotel in which we listened to speakers reiterate the purpose of the Atlantis Project (which is to allow students to have shadowing opportunities they might not get in the U.S. – for those of you who don’t know, getting a doctor to shadow can be like pulling teeth if you don’t have a connection with one – and to allow students to see how a different country’s health care system operates), go over important cultural differences to be aware of, talk about some economical differences between the United States’ health care system and Spain’s health care system, and a current medical student gave advice for getting in to medical school. One thing I found interesting was the difference in health care systems. Spain’s health care system is a largely public system which is paid for by taxes. The amount people pay for taxes varies based on income and other related things, and health care is regulated by the central government, sets policies for all areas, and regional government, sets policies for that specific area. There was then discussion on which health care system is better? United States or Spain? While the United States has a more expensive health care system, Americans have a lower life expectancy but they do have a higher health condition than Spaniards. We ended the day with a bus trip to Madrid which we were allowed to go off on our own. One of my favorite places I went to was Plaza Mayor where a group of us got tapas of tortillas and shrimp with sangria, all very delicious!
From taking Spanish before, I did forget that tortillas aren’t chips like we call them in English, but a combination of eggs, potatoes, and cheese. After exploring the city for a while, my friends and I got a taxi ride back to the hotel to go to bed.
Sunday June 5th: Early in the morning, I got on a bus with fourteen other fellows to head to Ourense, Spain, a city above and close to the boarder of Portugal. The bus ride took about 6 hours, but I did get to see the beautiful landscape of Spain. Compared to Pennsylvania, it’s much hillier, and as you’re driving you see a lot of hills, grass, and open land and every now and again clusters of buildings. When we finally arrived, we talked about what things would be like in the hospital and how our orientation would go tomorrow.
The day before we got our assignments for which specialties we’d be shadowing. The first week I’m with urology, the second I’m in pediatrics, and the third I’m with hematology. I’m very excited to meet the new doctors and see different specialties. After meeting with our Site Coordinators, we were free to walk the city of Ourense, which is smaller and much less crowded and busy than Madrid. I had a delicious (and cheap) meal of breaded chicken, rice, and salad, and I’m finally starting to get used to the Spanish eating times of a lunch around 2 and dinner around 8. One thing I’m not used to is going to bed at the same time, because of eating dinner later and it being light out so much later here. But, tomorrow is an early day at the hospital with much to learn so a good night sleep is more than necessary!
On Wednesday, 18.05.2016, we got our first official look at where we will be studying the next 4 weeks, Maastricht University itself. We were all introduced to the director of the Center for European Studies (CES) and he explained some background information of the Netherlands, as well as the rules and expectations. One quote we all have been fascinated with in our first week in Europe is, “For Americans 100 years is old for Europeans 100 miles is far”. The director informed us that Europeans never travel hour and a half in one day and back, if it were him he would stay over wherever he was traveling to. He also informed us they’re two gym options: the MAC gym (not associated with the Mid Atlantic Conference 😉 ) or the university gym-both are pretty expensive for just a month. I ran to the MAC and the guy told me the only option I have it 70 euros for two months. We all introduced ourselves to the Xavier students as well. Then we had breakfast with pastries and coffee for free (which was very
nice), more presentations about our courses and then free lunch in the cafeteria. The meal consisted of meatballs, mashed potatoes and chicken (kind of looked like dog food). The food was not very good, but it was free so I can’t complain! Then, we split up into two groups and had a practical tour of the city. The next day we started our Intercultural Communication class with our Professor from Belgium, Sophie Limbos. We all have a combined class with Xavier students in the morning 10:00-12:00, lunch until 12:45, then we are divided into two classes: one is from 12:45-14:45 and the other is from 15:00-18:00. The objective of this course is to understand differences in communication processes among cultures, become self-aware of our own culture and others and know the dynamics between interactions among the two. So far class has been very intriguing and I am excited to learn what the course has to offer! She also told us its not uncommon for kids to know 3+ languages, and Belgium is 800 euro for college regardless of major! The rest of the evening we booked flights and more travel itinerary for the next couple weekends.
Thursday, we had Professor Delavan’s class for the first time. This class is 9:00-12:00 and 13:00-16:00 and just has LVC students in it. It’s a great opportunity for the 10 of us
and Professor Delavan to get to know each other. This course is focused on a complete overview of Europe’s business landscape, and examining the regions diverse economies and government policies. After class, Devon, Nick, Blake, Evan, and I pretty much sprinted to the train station to catch a bus at 16:30. The rest of the group (Gianna, Aaron, Jillian, and Brandon) were going to Amsterdam to stay overnight and then fly to London in the morning! Our group embarked on a journey to Brussels, Belgium for the weekend. Upon arrival we went right to our first hostel experience. It was pretty nice I thought; we had a window that led to a rooftop that was fun to sit outside of. However we didn’t stay long, we put our belongings in a locker, locked it and left to explore the city.
Here’s a few things to know about Brussels:
- Brussels is not only the capital of Belgium, but also the seat of the European Union, and is consequently known as the ‘capital of Europe’.
- Tax free shopping
- Has one of Europe’s most beautiful squares, La Grande-Place. (I didn’t have as good of a picture so here’s one from google to get an idea of how incredible it truly is).
- Actors Audrey Hepburn and Jean-Claude Van Damme were both born in Brussels
- Home of the famous statue of Manneken-Pis
- No set language; people speak French, Dutch, and German.
We traveled to a new country in two hours and I can’t even drive to the beach in 2 hours when I’m home, let alone get out of Pennsylvania . That is why Europe is more diverse: you hit more countries than the US can, which is why Devon and I were able to travel from Germany to Belgium to the Netherlands all in one day (I’ll explain a little later). A great visual example is that Texas covers a majority of Europe, showing that the US is quite larger than Europe.
Upon arrival we immediately realized that the security in Brussels is heightened due do the recent terrorist attacks. We saw multiple armed guards walking around and standing at major buildings. I think we navigated city pretty well, and were expecting more language barrier, but since Devon took German and I had Spanish at LVC, we were impressively picking up a lot. I got to talk to some native French people and I was surprised by how much I remember from 8th and 9th grade. We were noticing a lot of differences between Belgium and the Netherlands just from the few hours we spent in Brussels.
We saw Cathedral of St. Michael and St. Gudula which was absolutely beautiful, and monument Aux Heros De La Guerre. Then found a place to get a classic Belgium waffle for dinner, which was everything I expected a Belgium waffle to be. Next stop was Delirium Cafe. It’s a famous bar known for its long beer list, standing at 2,004 different brands and recorded in the The Guinness Book of Records. It offers beers from over 60 countries, including various Belgian beers. The social aspect of drinking is quite different here, and people drink openly in the street because its legal. Besides seeing a Belgium bar, we noticed other cultural differences here; people smoke frequently, drive wildly, and travel by metro prominently.
After a busy evening of exploring the city and purchasing Belgium chocolate for souvenirs we headed back to the hostel outside the city. The locks Evan and Blake had on their stuff got stolen, but fortunately nothing was stolen! Nick talked to the guy, Victor, at the front desk about it and he was very nice and friendly but couldn’t do much about it. Although nothing physically was stolen, our sense of security was taken. Blake, Nick, and Evan were leaving for a flight at 4am to Budapest and Devon and I were planning on staying in the hostel until returning to Maastricht Sunday. After realizing the locks were taken Devon and I quickly changed our minds and booked a bus to Dusseldorf Germany instead so we wouldn’t stay in the hostel alone.
Early Friday morning Devon and I talked to the lady at the front desk about getting a refund for our next two nights we booked because we didn’t feel secure in the hostel. She was not very understanding and only gave us Saturday night’s stay back. Cutting our losses, we headed to the train station to catch our bus and explore Germany.
On the 3 hour bus ride we met a lady from California who lives in Brussels now and loved Devon’s back pack . Typically if I meet someone from the states I ask them if they know were Hershey is and 7/10 people have said yes “its a chocolate place”. They usually know where Philly is too, but when I ask if they know Knoebels, they rarely do.
After wandering around the city we realized dogs are allowed in stores, shopping in Europe is cheaper than America (at least where we went), and Diversity in Düsseldorf is greater than in Maastricht and is somewhat comparable to Philadelphia. Everyone was very helpful and friendly although the people we talked to might not have known English well,they didn’t get frustrated with our questions (especially ordering out to eat).
We then traveled to the Goethe-Museum, which is a grand 18th-century house with a collection of artifacts relating to Goethe’s life & work. While there we met an older guy and he gave us his daughters disco card to go to and said if we ever need anything while we’re in Germany to let him know. He was from California originally, and moved to Germany with his girlfriend, and has 4 kids. He asked us if we were in Germany for
Japan Day on Saturday. He informed us that it is a German-Japanese festival celebrated every year
in May or June in Düsseldorf. Unfortunately we were planning on going back to Brussels to catch a cheaper bus to go home to Maastricht so we couldn’t go, but it was neat to see everyone dress up in preparation for the festival. While continuing our exploration of the city we noticed people walk really close to you and we are already paranoid so it’s hard to be comfortable with that, We still get weird stares so apparently we don’t look European yet.. Although we did get asked for directions from a lady, but another guy we talked to said he spotted us as Americans a mile away haha.
Exhausted from traveling we checked into a hotel (since the last hostel was still
fresh in our mind). One interesting thing was that I had to use my passport for booking the hotel. The following morning we had free breakfast in the hotel and had to get Spaghettieis before we left for Belgium. Spaghettieis is a German ice cream dish made to look like a plate of spaghetti. Vanilla ice cream is extruded through a modified Spätzle press to make it look like spaghetti.
Our second visit to Brussels was a better experience than when we left. We toured more of the city and got to experience the Zinneke Parade! Its held every two years so we felt honored to get to experience it. Basically (from our pamphlet we were given) it’s a contemporary, urban, creative, artistic parade. Different inhabitants, associations, school, and artists all come from different
neighborhoods of Brussels and beyond to present themselves as an expression and experiment in making a city through diversity. It was quite a site to see! After shopping in some local stores (where I of course purchased a soccer ball) we listened to the Jazz festival that was going on in the La-Grand Place.
After another long day of touring we headed back to Maastricht Saturday night instead of Sunday night like originally planned. On the bus we met Cecile, who said she was going from France (where she studies) to Maastricht to surprise her boyfriend and offered to show me around when I go to Paris in 3 weeks. Sunday we rested from our travels, did homework for the upcoming school week, did laundry, and went grocery shopping.
Just for fun:
- You have to pay for public bathrooms.
- Maastricht has around 22,000,000 bikes, and stealing bikes is considered a sport.
- Dutch people are tall
- Learning to look at life’s interruptions as blessing in disguise; if the locks weren’t stolen in Belgium Devon and I wouldn’t have gotten to experience Germany.
- I sleep less here than in America.
- Jillian and I vow to try all the different coffee types here since we are coffee fanatics. Coffee here is smaller in size and less sweet; so we get to appreciate the taste.
- It is very easy to become dehydrated while traveling since water isn’t cheap and you sort of forget that you haven’t had any when walking around.
- I wear a GPS watch that tracks my steps and I have about 15 miles tracked each day (with running). If you told me I would walk this much in America I would think you’re crazy, but here it’s normal.
- Cursing seems to be a universal language, as well as smiling.
- Although trivial: Devon and I were disappointed that we didn’t get our passport stamped since we entered Belgium and Germany by bus instead of plane.
- After a week in a new place I learned my sense of directions is still lacking. I didn’t get lost on my run by myself today but I got lost returning from the grocery store 10 minutes away; baby steps I suppose!
- I saw a group of students playing SPUD by the guesthouse. SPUD was a childhood game I used to play and I wanted to join but the language barrier wasn’t ideal.
- kaas – cheese
- cashewnoten – cashews (because Gianna is allergic)
- geen doorgang – no entry
- Duwen- push
- Trekken- pull
- Sprechen Sie Englisch? – Do you speak English?
- Danke- thank you
- Wie viel- how much?
- Hallo- hello!
- Tschuss- bye!
(Thankfully Devon knew German so I didn’t have to try to pronounce words, I opted to learn simple phrases as you can tell)
- Toliet s’il vous plait – toliet please
- comme ci, comme ca- so so
- comment tu t’appelles- what’s your name?
- je m’appelle- My name is
- Merci beaucoup- thank you very much
Overall, after traveling away from the Netherlands for a weekend, Maastricht surprisingly is feeling more and more like home after returning. I am excited for a full week of classes this week and the opportunity to learn something new each day! Thanks for reading and have a wonderful week!
I didn’t know what to expect going abroad for my first time, but I knew whatever I was going to experience, it would be incredible. Everyone told me that I would have the time of my life and so far I haven’t been disappointed in the slightest. The plane length was intimating, but manageable. 10 of us, 5 girls 5 boys, embarked on a plane from Philly to Amsterdam to study abroad at Maastricht University with our business and economics Professor Delavan. We were fed dinner on the plane which floored me that I was able to get beer, and white or red wine. However, since I am under 21 I didn’t feel comfortable having that liberty quite yet. Instead, I got a Diet Coke and it said “a moment like this” on the can. I thought, “how perfect is this moment right now”; on my way to a foreign country, sitting in between two people from different countries than my own, ready for any challenge that may come.
Spanish and I have maintained a strict love-hate relationship for the past six years; unfortunately, our constant bickering and habitual arguments have left little room for love.
As a begrudging, mediocre Spanish student, I have always taken the time to focus on how the language has always been a second choice, a pathway that I have either stumbled upon or has been chosen for me. This dissatisfaction has always translated into a respectful but subtle disdain for the country and its language: scoffing at the nation in an ever-present series of history classes while frowning at its irregular verbs and inconvenient gramatical structure. My initial forays into its study were marred by disappointment and dissatisfaction, something I held tight to and never let go.
Our relationship is one of complacency and convenience; divorce is expensive, and moving into separate rooms is much easier than the arduous task of moving into separate apartments. It is not exciting, but it is comfortable and secure. Any and all passion remains reserved for my first love, German.
As an elementary school student, an accidental series of events resulted in my family hosting a high-school German exchange student in our home for a year. His stories about his country and anecdotes in German left me intrigued and eager to study the language.
As a middle school student, an unfortunate combination of scheduling conflicts removed the opportunity to study German and left me trapped between French, Spanish, and Latin. Two years of disagreeable French lessons and a consideration of Latin as a dead language eliminated those options and left me with Spanish. Spanish, the language that everyone and their brother was taking; therefore, not different or exciting enough and leaving my anti-social-self immediately repulsed. I entered my first class with crossed arms and a closed mind and refused to study any of the material placed in front of me. The next three years passed in the same way, and the more I understood about the culture the more I disliked its loud and boisterous nature.
As a high school student inspired by the importance of my GPA in the fourth year, I attempted to take the final course seriously–efforts that ended disastrously and left me even more disillusioned and dead set against the language than when I started. European and world history courses swept the culturally-rich country off to the side in favor of its stronger, more militaristic neighbors and stuck to portraying Spain as a passive participant in world affairs. Suspicions “confirmed,” I too swept the nation off to the side and felt glad to be rid of it for the final part of my high school career.
A trip to Germany to visit our exchange student and his family solidified my mental dichotomy: German was the language that I wanted to study, while Spanish was the language that I had been forced to study. While many find it off-putting, the abrupt tones of brisk German hold a calming rhythm, pleasant to my ears. The Spanish dialect, whose rolling, lyrical timbre many find soothing, sounded abrasive–a serrated serenade of sordid disquietude. The more reserved German culture and its traditional stoicism provided a welcome change from the discomforting openness and emotionalism of Spanish society. The Nordic nation simply felt right, and I enjoyed every moment of a month that was over much too soon.
As a freshman student in college I was finally given the opportunity to take German classes for the next two years, which further confirmed my unfounded prejudices. Commensurate to an afterthought I had added a Spanish course to my schedule, an act of drudgery born of habit and the dormant fear of loosing my lackluster abilities. I dreaded every arduous moment spent studying Spanish, memorizing an endless litany of vocabulary words and irregular verb tenses, and used my simultaneous German courses as an enjoyable distraction from the toil. Each matriculated phrase marked a small victory and proud celebration.
The final fight was an impassioned brawl exemplary of the end of any heated romance as sensibility overcame the sensuous: I would study abroad in Valladolid, Spain for the spring 2016 academic semester.
Contrary to copious student testimonies, studying abroad has not changed my life. With less than two weeks in the semester, it is safe to say that this will not change and I will not return to the United States with a newfound sense of independence and individualism. I do not feel more prepared or enlightened about my future as a first-semester senior, and I have not gained a fresh outlook on my calling in life. My internal purpose has not been rejuvenated nor reinvigorated. Study abroad can do all of these things, and for many students, it has and will continue to do so.
While study abroad has not changed my life, in four short months it has reversed six years of resentment and cynicism. It has shown me the beauty of the Spanish language and the rich meanings of its words that could never be fully divined or appreciated from within the confines of a textbook. Lifeless on the page, their heated cadences spring forth in cascading crescendos and diminuendos from those around you. Once barren, the words now mean something: bocadillos hold the memory of afternoon excursions and cenas the memories of laughter and togetherness. Mi vida is a simple, expository statement until it is used by a husband in reference to his wife or a mother to her children.
Though arguably factual, to spurn the role of Spain throughout history as a secondary, supporting nation is to ignore the resilient strength of its people and their capacity for pained endurance. They are tenacious and proud of their capacity for perseverance, and in the face of past and future hardships, will continue to persist. Though worn to the bone with economic turmoil and political corruption, the Spanish spirit progresses.
Its festivals must be experienced in person, as pictures and eloquent descriptions cannot do justice to the feeling of pure excitement and absolute energy. They cannot match the exuberance of the crowds and their insatiable appetite for celebration. As the United States clings to the last cultural vestiges of its holidays, Spain remains a steadfast observer of its heritage.
Three out of my four courses for next semester will be Spanish courses, and I could not be happier about it. If I had remained the torpid and obstinate student and stayed in the classroom, I never would have had the privilege of understanding the crucial aspects of the language and cultural I had been mentally maltreating for so many years. Spanish, nor any language, is not stagnant, and to take a stationary approach to its study is to barely scratch the surface of its essence and do it a grand injustice.
Language and international studies students: you are required to go, and so you will go, but keep an open mind when you do. For the rest of you? Given the chance, go. Skeptical? So was I, so go buy your suitcase and start packing.