Thursday, January 29, 2009

mid-term report

I had the immense good fortune to be presented with a scholarship for my time abroad, providing the widening of possibilities for my living situation, my travel opportunities, and even my grocery list! As part of this process, I recently wrote a mid-term report to discuss how its been going so far, and I thought I might include it here, even if it might repeat a little from past posts...



Saint Augustine (pictured above) once said, “Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.” This wonderment of the physical world is fully present in the stunning French cities, throughout the picturesque European countryside, and on each charming boulevard. I was expecting to marvel at my new surroundings, snapping pictures in amazement at the sights about which I had only read given that I had never before journeyed on European soil. However, I believe that a further sort of wonder has been present that goes beyond the tangible realms to impress upon one’s own understanding and ideas. As many students who return from studies at another university have said, a year away is not only a memorable experience that can fill photo albums, but life altering as well. While I pass my half way point of studies in France, I am astonished by the impossibility of the newness that continues to greet me each day. I am in a sort of paradox where each fresh encounter with an innovative idea or distinctive originality makes it seem that I have just stepped off the plane at Charles de Gaulle, but at the same time, the great changes I have already experienced in my way of life make it seem a lifetime since I waved farewell to my parents at the crowded Los Angeles airport.

As Augustine hints, the physical is where we can most easily see the transformations and make comparisons between the familiar and the foreign, such as the foods I now prefer, the manner in which I dress, or even the city through which I walk. However, the more complex changes are those that arise from this thoroughly singular situation where students come into contact with other interesting individuals they would never have the occasion to meet within such an scholarly and engaging environment. For example, I recently had the opportunity to travel to the mountains in the east of France for an inexpensive ski trip with twelve other international students. Somewhere between learning how to properly snow-plow down a mountainside from an Austrian, to discussing North American culture with a Canadian, and a dialogue about the importance of national identity in central and eastern Europe with two young ladies from the Czech Republic and Slovakia, I came to the realization that it is in moments like these that make the year abroad so unique, and justifies the term 'exchange', in that we exchange not only our homes for another but we exchange pieces of ourselves. I hope to continue the second half of my journey and wonder not only at the beautiful beaches of Biarritz or the stunning splendor of snow-covered mountains surrounding Grenoble, but also wonder at the indefinable and almost ethereal beauty that is the coming together of fresh minds and the opportunities to affect one another’s perceptions of the world. I hope to prove Augustine partially wrong and take time to wonder at humanity and how coming into close, continuous contact with newness can change people. I want to enjoy every amazing moment trading thoughts on the future of the European Union, recipes for one dish meals that can be prepared on a hot plate, and most importantly pieces of myself for pieces of others, and hopefully return home knowing I have understood not only the world a little better, but myself as well.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Restez Debout!



This past weekend, a group of 12 int'l students (countries represented include Australia, Canada, US, Slovakia, Czech Republic, Scotland, Hungary, & Austria) headed east from Paris to the tiny, snow covered town of Epinal where they bundled up and snapped on the skis ...craziness ensued : )

Saturday morning I found myself, by a miracle, at the Gare de l'Est in Northern Paris by 6:30 am where half of us (group number 2 would be leaving a few hours later, lucky group number 2) stumbled on board a train and into our seats, which somehow woke us up, and we spent the next two hours chatting and laughing away, a bit to the displeasure of those seated around us. Finally arriving in Epinal, we literally stuffed all 6 of us and our baggage into one taxi-van, over the protests of the driver who was a little skeptical at our capability to fit everything, and drove through the countryside to Gerardmer. A little under an hour later, and with little circulation in our lower legs due to the aforementioned stuffing, we slipped our way down a snowy hillside and into our lovely cabin/apt. After putting things away and admiring our view of the icy lake and snowy hillsides we trudged up the mtn to get started.



Group 1 upon arrival : ) And one of the rooms in the apt

One of the joys of such a large group is the number of different experience levels. We had those who had learned to ski before they could tell their left from their right (aka Georg has been skiing since the tender age of 3), while others of us had never experienced the joy of sliding down a mountainside on small planks (myself, Jasmine, and Marissa). Those of us in the second category arranged for some lessons, unfortunately nothing was available until the next day... Therefore, the three 'debutantes' decided to simply give it a whirl, with patient coaching from the more experienced about 'pizza slices' and the manner in which to get back up, we slipped and fell around the bunny slope for the afternoon. A nice lift operator offered the best advice of all upon hearing we were new, 'restez debout', which basically means, stay up. After a bruising first day, I was a little worried about what I had gotten myself into... But after a night that included a fabulous meal (thanks Liz!), some wine, and exchanging of stories around the dinner table, the excitement was catching and I decided I might as well see it through.

The next morning dawned bright and cheery. After a breakfast of bread & cheese, we bundled up and headed up the mountain for day 2. The lessons would be in the afternoon, so Jasmine, Marissa and myself messed around the easier runs for the morning, before meeting Thiery, our ski instructor. We all expected to be yelled at in french for an hour, but were pleasantly surprised by our instructor's patience and decided he was probably from the countryside, since those from outside Paris seem to possess a bit more "long suffering". After giggling and falling (at one point I managed to fall down twice while simply standing, awaiting instruction, and Thiery, with a raised eyebrow, asked if we had been drinking, which made us laugh more) we came to a deeper understanding of how to properly curve our way down the mountainside.



After a group lunch (pictured above) the non-newbies decided they wanted to see how the amateurs had been progressing, and so it was onto the chair lift and high up the mountain for a long green run. During which some of the more experienced went down backwards snapping pictures of us struggling to stay upright. It felt a bit like a huge protective ski squad surrounding the beginners, offering advice, calming words of encouragement, and yes, occasionally laughing. The rest of the day was spent trying out the new green runs and even a blue! After a full day of snow, we headed back down for a lovely Curry dinner (thanks again to Liz) and whiled away the hours chatting, charading, and chuckling.


pre-protective ski squad run

The last day was rather bittersweet in that I was finally really enjoying skiing in a technically correct manner, exploring all the green runs and parts of a few blues (during which I managed to fall only once!), but we also had to leave...

So after a final farewell at lunchtime and cleaning up the apt, we climbed into another taxi-van (the company sent a HUGE one this time) and stumbled our way back to Paris. Upon exiting the Gare de l'Est in the evening light and being greeted by the clamor of the city (VERY different from the quiet, clean atmosphere of the mountains), we couldn't quite leave one another yet, so popped into a nearby kebab shop for dinner before finally parting ways.

Overall, an AMAZING weekend I will truly never forget. From 'fun facts with Arthur' (including the list of the oldest universities in Europe), to post-it note games after dinner, discussions about the construction of the European identity, to managing to gracefully reach the bottom of a run, I had a fabulous weekend skiiing! There is even talk of trying to put together another trip for next year : ) Its moments like these that make the year abroad so unique, and justifies the term 'exchange', in that we exchange not only our homes for another but we exchange pieces of ourselves, and I am so blessed to have been able to share an incredible weekend with such caring, fun, and fascinating individuals!

Our last day...


Thanks not only to everyone on the trip who made it amazing, but also to you who were praying for safety and security (I was a little worried about broken bones).

Much love from a rather tired and sore, but thouroughly content amateur skier xxoo

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

janvier



Finally! I am officially done with all the presentations, papers, and quizzes (for better or worse and before I start madly studying for finals) which leaves me time to offer a few updates!

SO, after the parental departure, I got to spend some time showing my roomie from yester-year around Paris, checking out some of the art, restaurants, and sites I hadn't seen yet such as the Catacombs, also a day-train trip up to the center of the EU government in Bruxelles, Belgium where we had some of the best waffles of my life, saw lots of peeing statues, checked out some cheap pubs, and enjoyed beautiful, albeit cold, weather.
Pictures to come : )

Then 'back to school'. Only this is not the usual easy going beginnings of a new semester, no this is the finish of the fall semester, meaning lots of papers, exposés, presentation, QCMs, etc which translates into little sleeping and many overdue library books (finally turned them in today and the library man literally laughed before informing me that the hold on my card will last through part of Feb).

But I must confess, the educational aspect of my study abroad time has been enriching and I am learning a lot. Unfortunately the majority of knowledge acquired origniate from a great deal of my mistakes/misunderstandings, but hey, learning is learning.

However, learning outside the classroom is amazing too. Which is why I am super excited to go SKIING this weekend! 12 fellow int'l students and myself will be heading to the eastern part of France to spend 3 days on the snowy mountain-sides near Switzerland. I am a little nervous because I have never done the whole ski thing before, but everyone assures me that while soreness is to be expected, the overall experience is quite worth it! We also had an 'intro' session into winter sports with an ice skating in front of the Hotel de Ville on a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon...





despite much wobble, I managed to stay upright the entire time : )

Then back Monday night to start studying for our exams, after which, I wll finally have a REAL break, with NOTHING due, which I must take advantage of, bien sur. Therefore, in February I will be heading out to London, Edinbourgh, and Dublin with a few southern belles from Georgia to enjoy the isles for 2 weeks!

Thanks again for all the love and support during the last little bit of my first semester in Paris! And please pray nobody breaks anything this weekend ; )

oh and first pic is the Luxembourg gardens under a light blanket of our recent snowfall...