Blogger Lianna Hursh takes a trip to Paris, visits the Eiffel Tower and learns what not to do in a French restaurant.
You know that joke, a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender asks, "Why the long face?"
Here’s my revision of this joke: Two Americans walk into a French restaurant, and the waiter asks, “Want anything to drink?”
The rest of this story is funny. You will laugh. But know that at the time, my friend and I did not find this funny. We weren’t happy and we didn’t laugh. But what I’ve learned from life, and from being abroad, is often your most hideous moments end up being your greatest stories (or in this case, blogs).
After a weekend trip to Brussels, blogger Lianna Hursh realizes how quickly London is becoming her home.
London reminds me of a quieter, saner version of New York City. When I took my first trip on the tube, I found the deafening sound of silence pretty shocking. I wondered why people weren’t speaking to each other. I wondered if the older man in front of me had a wife and kids, and what the angsty teenager sitting to my right ate for lunch, but I knew I couldn’t ask.
Blogger Lianna Hursh shares her first lessons learned while studying abroad in London.
There’s an uneasiness about first arriving in a foreign country that can make even the most comfortable people feel uncomfortable. About an hour into arriving in London I deemed Starbucks my safe haven for the semester. The only other American food chains I saw were KFC and McDonalds, so the choice was rather obvious.
Blogger Trevor Zalkind identifies the many aspects of polarization in Chile
As a circle of bohemians chant and pound on the drums in the Calama, Chile, airport, I purse my chapped lips and reach for my 1.6-liter water bottle. Chile’s Atacama Desert, the driest place in the world situated in the northern part of the country, has left its mark on me — mainly in the form of dehydration and sunburn. After a long weekend of mountain biking, swimming in salt lakes and taking in the vast dryness of salt flats, I couldn’t wait to get back to the central region of Santiago and regain all of my water weight.
Before learning about other cultures in an abroad experience, first you must embrace your own.
Just past the halfway point of my study abroad experience, I have seen and done plenty of things in my adventures across Ecuador, Argentina, Uruguay and finally my home from July to December: Chile. Three months ago, I can easily admit that I was a stereotypical gringo, blissfully ignorant, roaming the streets of various Latin American towns asking for directions in broken Spanish. Today, I can admit that I’m still a gringo. And despite what some may believe, that’s a good thing.
i don't eat mickey d's here, let alone there. enjoying your comments. nowhere i have ever been compares to the good old usa. we just don't often realize it. hope your studies are going well, but your...