Studying Abroad: It’s About the Stories

Jacob Castilow ’10 – Most people I meet ask, at some point or another, if I like Scotland — a pretty generic question, right? I do enjoy the lovely scenery and the history — it’s all very rich and wonderful, but I enjoy the people in a much more impressionable way, and this is where I usually stumble with words.

I can speak of my trip to the Shetlands and maybe that can illuminate what I mean. The most striking example of the people-based, live-and-live attitude would be the Shetlands, these tiny remote islands off the coast of Scotland. The island is quite small and exhibits a remarkable community based attitude. After a rough fourteen hour ferry ride through the North Sea, I step on land feeling a little "Shet-lagged" — that’s suppose to be a joke — but having to be flexible with travel arrangements I needed to make accommodations to stay overnight in the port, Lerwick.
I found the youth hostel with the help of a stranger; and when I thought I found it, I went into the community center – it turns out the lady runs the hostel, but most remarkably, she said to me (from memory so the quotes aren’t exact, but they’re not in the least bit exaggerated), "Did you just come in off the Sunday morning ferry? You must be tired, the hostel doesn’t take bookings until 9:00am (it’s 7:30am), but if go….(I’ll explain this in a minute) you can set your rucksuck down, head upstairs, there’s a kitchen and make yourself a cup of tea or coffee, and wait in the sitting room until we take bookings." Wow! It may just be me, but that about knocked me off my feet- I felt so welcomed- but the ellipses- I fixated on the idea of a nice cup of tea in the morning after a very nauseating night (not really sea sickness, but the whole ride just turns your stomach) and this woman’s immense hospitality and when I nodded and went outside I couldn’t find the hostel nor could I remember her directions, so I went back in. The lady actually just walked me over to the hostel and showed me everything she had said — pretty cool!
The Shetlands was almost too good of a trip, really. It’s one where you hesitate to get on the ferry. Here’s a picture or two of it –  the road one is particularly memorable because once you get past Brae (you can Google Earth these if interested) there’s no public transport, but even the tourism office suggests hitch hiking, and I must admit it is an adventure in itself.
On our third day there, we hitch hiked a total of 56 miles in a day which means meeting some amazing people, did some amazing hiking along these goregeous sea cliffs, and as we grew tired we stopped for a rest in a bay only to be treated by a gathering of seals in the bay — I fell into the North Sea, about mid thigh, trying to get a good photo but that meant camping was out – the North Sea is quite cold.
To end this narrative, we figured that we were out this way and had at least go look at Dore Holm turns out we were a little farther away, and we just sat on the coast staring at another big rock in the sea, though we weren’t a certain at the time whether were were looking at Dore Holm or not. As the sun got low in the sky, we decided we had better start trying to get rides back into town – it was a great way to end the day, walking along those empty, yet beautiful roads back towards the only "big" town with the sun at our backs. There are loads of other little stories that really show the character of the place, but for brevity’s sake, I spoke of one of the good days; I wasn’t snubbing the landscape in the slighest at the beginning – it’s all very breathtaking, and I often find myself reciting this marvelous antipoem called "Grandeur" I memorized for a poetry class before I came, but the scenery can’t give you that warm fuzzy feeling when people are just unbelievable friendly nor could it give you the really humbling experience of having to rely on a stranger’s kindness to get you to a warm place to shower and sleep at night as opposed to having to camp in a sleeping bag on the side of the road cold and wet. These short, very human, very rewarding experiences are what gives Scotland so much charm.
The photos: First, an apology, these were taking with a disposable camera, would you believe it I forgot my digital camera that was specifically a present for this exchange program. Anyways, the road one looks pretty bare, and it was. There were only three houses visible, but if you strain your eyes you can see the numerous red-rock sea cliffs that were stunning at sunset, the open ocean, and the openness of the whole scene in general, not to mention the spectacular road (no joke). The next was part of the scenery of where we were hiking; it’s me in the photo. Of the places I’ve been, I can say that I’ve never seen a guard rail to date, and that makes me quite happy.

The Dream Comes True in Granada

John Dewart – Granada, Spain – When I was a freshman at Wabash, the prospects of immersion learning and a semester abroad were always fixated dreams of mine. I look back at my days as a tour guide and reflect on the statistic “One in three Wabash men study abroad, and even half of a class will take part in immersion class,” and can’t hardly believe that I spent time in Ecuador, experiencing Quito, the rain forest, and the Galapagos Islands and now here I am sitting a top of my apartment’s roof in Granada, Spain listening to the songs of the birds against the clash of the cathedral bells and writing this entry. With such a rich culture, the beautiful Alhambra, towering cathedral, and vast Sierra Nevada Mountains before me, I can’t help but marvel in the splendors and wonders this semester will offer.

Granada is a wonderful city in the heart of southern Spain situated in the Andalusia. What makes it incredibly interesting is that Islamic and Christian influence is present around every corner. Ancient mosques, churches, and stone arches adorn the streets making every turn around a corner a new experience in Islamic and Christian architecture.  
To date, I have had my fair share of Spanish exposure from walks around the city with my program, to two weekend trips including one to Alpujarra in the Sierra Nevada Mountains and the other to Ronda and Seville. My program orientation exposed me to the richness of the city from great explanations of the mountains down to the simple cobble stone streets. Nonetheless, my first experience in Alpujarra was incredible. My program took me to the Sierra Nevada Mountains for a three-hour excursion tracing old water and irrigation paths. Last weekend, my program took me to Ronda where I visited bathhouses dating back to the 13th century, which are no longer in use as well as the oldest bullfighting ring in Spain, which is still used today. 
In Seville, I explored a royal palace amassed with hanging gardens and beautiful fountains, watched a Flamenco demonstration, and visited the second largest cathedral in the world. 
Living in Spain has given me the key to unlocking the complexities of the world and a greater understanding about myself. It is a constant challenge here living in an unfamiliar country, adjusting to the ceceo in the Spanish language, and being considered the ‘American’ to some. It is a constant grapple not having even basic necessities like a dryer, access to most stores during siesta (12 to 6 pm depending on the store), and standard meal hours in the United States. However, I am happy to say I enjoy adapting to my surroundings and taking these challenges head on with the strong academic helmet a Wabash College education has given me.
I hope this gives the Wabash audience a taste of what my few weeks abroad have been like. And to any prospective and current Wabash men, take advantage of every opportunity to experience the differences in other cultures.

Rosborough Gets Situated in Italy

David Rosborough – Before I left for Italy earlier this month, so many thoughts were rushing through my head. Did I forget anything? What is the lifestyle like? In my mind, traveling is an important part of our maturing process. The amount of organization and planning is very time consuming, but also proves that we have what it takes to survive in a totally different culture thousands of miles from home. I knew that the rigorous study abroad process had finally paid off as we sat at JFK airport in New York awaiting an experience that would impact our lives from here on out…

Situated atop one of the many hills in the Italian countryside lies the town of Perugia, where the Etruscans had once resided. Almost everywhere you look, the influence of this ancient culture is evident. Aside from the beautiful panoramas and plethora of historical landmarks, one of my favorite aspects of the trip has been interacting with the people. Never would I have thought that a trip to the grocery store could be so interesting. Our landlady, Signora Assunta, is also a really nice person (or at least we think she is, considering the only English she knows is “very good, very good”).
One of the many perks that comes with studying abroad in Italy is soccer, or “calcio” as they call it here. Whenever there is a match, Italians flock to nearby restaurants, bars and caffes to root for their favorite team. I think my Frommer’s travel guide explained it best: imagine the Super Bowl in the US, throw in some drama and multiply that by a factor of ten and you get a sense of how Italians feel about the national sport. As a member of the Varsity Soccer program at Wabash, this environment is perfect. It only took about 3 days after arriving in Perugia before meeting some guys who invited me to play. Twice a week, Sunday and Tuesday, we meet in the center of town and arrange transportation to nearby soccer complexes and play for a few hours. I can’t help but smile when I consider the fact that im actually playing in Italy. However, you have to bring your “gameface” to every match or else there will be 6 or 7 Italian players arguing and screaming at you. Fortunately, I seem to hold my own but its so interesting to compare our culture to theirs in this aspect. In the US, we get a pat on the back followed by a “good job, you’ll get it next time” or “its okay, you did your best”. In Italy, they will yell, scream, and argue until your mistakes are perfected because they have such great passion for the sport.
On a different note, I’ve also had the opportunity to travel a bit and see some places outside of Perugia. The first weekend we took a train to Assisi and saw Saint Francis’ Basilica. The following weekend, I took a bus with a few of my roommates to Siena which was another amazing experience. Although the weather was a bit sloppy, we still explored much of the medieval town, including one of the finest Gothic Cathedrals and one of the most impressive Palazzos remaining in Italy today. Not a bad way to spend the first two weekends!
I plan to continue traveling around so I can see more of the art and architecture, but that’s all I’ve got for now. Studying abroad in Perugia, Italy has been an amazing experience thus far and would definitely recommend it to any Wabash man. Ciao!

Second Semester Study Abroad Underway

EDITOR’s NOTE: The second semester of Wabash students studying abroad is underway!

We discovered in the fall semester this blog was popular and got lots of hits. We have written all 25-plus Wabash men studying abroad this semester in hopes they will contribute a time or two during the spring learning period.

There are Wabash men studying in Spain, Scotland, France, Austria, England, Italy, Australia, and Germany.

Check back frequently for updates!

Hard To Believe It’s Time to Come Home

Nathan Schrader ’10 – As I take a quick break from studying for my last final, I can’t believe that in five days I will be back home on Indiana soil. It’s been pretty crazy, the last couple weeks; I’ve travelled somewhere 5 consecutive weekends in a row. Florence, London, central and Northern Italy, Paris, and finally, to cap it all off, Interlaken Switzerland in the Alps. 

Similar to Brad Jones’ blog, I too came to a similar conclusion after each visit: it’s not the places you go, but with whom you experience them.

In London, we weren’t the most efficient, but it was one of the most fun nights I had because four other Wabash men and I from four different places met up and celebrated Bell weekend (my “favorite” aunt was kind enough to house us and supply a good time in the fridge).

Random nights in Rome made me long for my pledge brothers to wander down the streets beside me. While in Paris, I couldn’t help but wish my dad was there to experience all of the art and architecture. And Interlaken was incredible with its giant mountains, rainbow beginnings 50 feet ahead of me, and my cousins guiding us along through the snowy cliffs, but in the back of my head, the only thing that was missing was my brother Nic. He would’ve loved the place.

Every place in the world is amazing – from the giant cities of Europe to the tiny hilltowns surround Rome. But while each city taught me something different or gave me a moment that stopped me in my tracks, they all made me realize how much I appreciate the relationships I have with the people I left behind. 

Top right: Schrader, far left with classmates in London. Lower left, Shrader, at right, with his cousins.

Amazing Accomplishments in Mexico

Keegan Gelvoria ’10 – Three months ago I was bound to study abroad in the Turks & Caicos Islands in the Caribbean, yet I’ve somehow ended up in the Baja Peninsula of Mexico. A series of hurricanes ripped through the Caribbean Islands, which devastated a primarily idyllic area. With the advent of the hurricanes, much of my school’s structure was destroyed and with the addition of students to the island, which had a population of less than 2,000, would only add extra strain onto the local population’s ability to restore the area.

So with the help of Wabash’s amazing off-campus office and the School for Field Studies administration, I was able to salvage the semester and study abroad in Mexico. Within 3 days of the change of plans, I was off on a plane to a new experience. Though the students from the TCI came into the school a week late, it did not take long for the group of students to come together as one.

Throughout the semester, I’ve been able to experience wonderful things I could not possibly accomplish in Crawfordsville. I have been able to “live the life of a fisherman” which consisted of students going out onto boats for a couple of hours to cast various nets and bring up different types of traps. I have been so lucky to stay with a local family to experience a genuine Mexican lifestyle.

Camping trips are scheduled throughout the semester for varying reasons. The last camping trip was done to find and release baby sea turtles. The Baja Peninsula is rife of sea turtle nesting sites which are protected. At certain important nesting sites, there are nurseries which patrol the beach area for turtle nests. The eggs are then taken back into a greenhouse to allow for the eggs to develop undisturbed by human impacts until they are ready to hatch. When most of the clutch has hatched, the turtles are released back into the ocean. We were able to not only release these turtles but also swim with them in the ocean three nights in a row! This was mainly done at Cabo Pulmo National Marine Park, which we snorkeled through many times during the camping trip. We were able to swim with adult turtles, sea lion rookery, loads of fish, and corals. During the boat rides to the various snorkeling sites, we were able to observe whales out in the distance and dolphins right next to our boat. All of this happened within a 5 day camping trip!

The semester is winding down, and our time in Baja is nearly over. Tests need to be taken, and research needs to be finished; my research on Ulva lactuca only has a week before formal presentations and papers are due. There is much I can take from this experience with me for the rest of my life, and the knowledge gained inside and outside of class during this time is invaluable to my studies.

Aguilar ’10 Enjoying the Great Art

Miguel Aguilar ’10 – Wow it has been almost two months now since I have been here in Valencia,Spain. The first two weeks here I just tried to adapt to their culture as well as what I should expect for the coming months.

I was going to take five courses here but thanks to Liz(coordinator at University of Virginia) I ended up with four courses. A lot of guys from Wabash have asked me if classes were easier while abroad. Well in my case I would have to go with a no, because I took up on the challenge of taking the Valencia program over the Salamanca. I am in a Art history class that is really helping me understand modern art.

The first time I came to Spain in March of 2008, I was really lost at the museums and pretty much just skipped through a lot of important art pieces at Museo del Prado as well as Reina Sophia. I am currently taking two literature courses which go by smooth if you do all the homework and participate in all the classes.

I find it kind of funny how one of my literature professors just looks over to me, expecting me to pretty much lead the class discussions so I have days where I won´t say a thing just so that other people volunteer. The program I am in is for native speakers and people who have been taking Spanish for years, and I have to admit that I was really impressed with some of the people in the program. Their Spanish is as good as a native speakers, with American accent of course.

Since I have been here in Spain I have been able to travel a lot. The first trip we made was to a beach in Peñíscola that was very breathtaking. In case you are wondering where that is, it is in between Valencia and Barcelona. The 2nd trip I made was to Barcelona. We did the usual tourist trip with the exception of going to see the sunrise in the beach of Barcelona.

That trip was a very life changing experience in which we met some amazing Australians that we have kept in touch with. The next trip I made was to Sevilla, España. Its such a beautiful city that has to be seen if you get a chance to come to Spain. The flamenco shows we went to were just amazing, which met my expectations because Flamenco was born in Sevilla. I have also been to Calpe,Alicante (Spain) which had some nice views of the city. We were able to climb this boulder-mountain that took us a few hours but the view were just amazing.

Then we got a 10-day fall break in which I split up between France and Italy. I got to see,face to face, artwork that I have studied in high school as well as college. And two weeks from now we will have a student talent show, in which I will be acting, singing, dancing and maybe reciting poetry. A typical week in spain consists of my four courses,watching a Spanish movie every Monday, play rehearsal on Tuesdays, dance rehearsal on Wednesdays and somewhere in between I managed to squeeze in a translations internship.

Traveling Europe, Seeing Wabash Men

Nathan Schrader ’10 – Needless to say quite a bit has happened since I wrote about five or six weeks ago. However, I hadn’t traveled outside Rome until I met up with Danny King and Brad Jones in Barcelona on fall break. When I finally arrived at the hostel, the manager could not find Danny or Brad’s name in the computer. Figuring they would sleep in, I woke up around 9am and found after a few phone calls they were no where else but a McDonald’s on their way to the Aquarium! So much for immersing yourself in Spanish cuisine!

The main event of Barcelona was that my debit card was stolen out of my backpack. I guess you just never think it will happen to you. Apparently Greenhouse Barcelona hostel does not live by the Gentlemen’s Rule like everyone I’m surrounded by at Wabash. To make a long story short, the thief left a bottle of wine out of the three he bought with my card, which us Wabash men reluctantly shared before Danny and Brad flew off to Paris.

Next, I visited my cousin Yves and his family in Basel, Switzerland. It was wonderful to be in the arms of family. They had things planned out for me, like a Basel vs. Barcelona (we lost 5-0), hit golf balls on the driving range the wife owns, and eat cheese fondue at a family dinner. I even went to a high school English class where they were discussing creationism vs. evolution. When they watched a movie about it, Lafayette Jefferson High School, of my hometown, was part of the main story! What are the odds?!? All in all, Switzerland is a beautiful place, and like my cousin said about his visit to the US this summer, I felt loved, really part of a family that I can come back to any time.

Also while visiting these two places, I saw some phenomenal architecture by Gaudi, and many famous painters’ works in Basel, including Picasso, Hans Holbein, Mondrian, Chagall, and Paul Klee (a local Swiss as my cousin pointed out multiple times). Both were very inspiring and useful if I plan to pursue a career in architecture.

After a week of school, I relaxed in Rome. Halloween was interesting; the poor college student’s costume creativity has to go up another level when your country doesn’t really celebrate. I ended up being Bachus, the god of wine, and taped grapes all over myself. It was fun seeing some Italians try though – a lot of ghosts, skeletons, and witches. The next day, we went to Ostia-Antica, an ancient city near Rome to see some ruins, but we were ten minutes too late; the place was closed. Being so close to the beach, we watched the sun set over the sea.

Today, a classmate asked a few of us to play softball with some Italians. Being my first shot at anything close to baseball in over two months, I was at home plate in a heartbeat. For awhile, we took infield. The coach took the game pretty serious, but it was still a casual game in the park. No score was kept, we just had fun playing for the love of the game. And some of the Italians were actually alright. For not being born and raised on any sports requiring hitting a ball with an object, a few of them threw and hit pretty well. Using what little Italian I knew like “Gioco Uno” (“play one” or play is at one) and “a casa” or “throw home,” the game went pretty well. I can’t say the Americans had a difficult time standing out though. But when I heard the pop of the ball in my fake Ken Griffey Jr. signed glove like the one I used to have as a little kid, Rome couldn’t feel any more like home.

Oh, and keep up the great work Wabash Football. Win the Bell!!!

Vienna Feels Just Like Home

Patrick Griffith ’10 – Being in Vienna, I can certainly see why people explain it as a “Big, small city” or a “Small, big city.”  It really does have that feel to it!  The whole city is easily accessible with the public transportation, but at the same time, from my apartment it takes just as long to hike up to the highest point in Vienna as it does to get to class—about 40 minutes.  Its just the inverse of being on campus, a 5 minute walk to class and a 5 minute drive or bicycle ride to the lowest point in Crawfordsville; Sugar Creek.

Through my program, I have been able to attend some various day trips.  They have several longer trips available, but I’ve found myself to have great independence when it comes to travel, and more than 2 days with the same people on a bus or train just isn’t my cup of tea.  The most recent trip that I went on, however, was a venture into the Wachau region of Austria.  The Wachau runs along the Danube, or Donau River and is known for its grapes and apricots that are used to create various liquors and wines.  Historically, it is also the location that King Richard the Lion-heart of England was held captive by Duke Leopold V.  I was able to hike along the same paths up to the prison cell to get a bird’s eye view of the landscape.  It was incredible!  I could only compare it to a drive up US 31 in Michigan, which has, in my opinion, the most beautiful stretch of road to drive on.

The other locations in the Wachau region we visited included the Abbey in Melk, the city of Krems, and a local winery in the country outside of Krems.  The visit to the Abbey made me glad that I recently added Religion to my list of majors because I was able to see the artifacts and other historical documents and have a general idea of what was going on during that time.  The city of Krems wasn’t anything spectacular, although it did provide a great example of what a traditional Austrian city of the past looked like.  It was definitely a quaint, enjoyable town.  The local winery was an educational experience.  Those of us that went on the trip learned the proper ways to go through a wine tasting where we got to sample the 3 types of wine that they make, and we also got to see the process of how wine is made both in the new and old, pre-electric ways. 

I’ve been attending an international church while abroad called “International Chapel of Vienna.”  Without question, attending that church has provided a great deal of cultural experience in my Faith.  I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t expecting to be singing hymns and worship songs in German or to be listening to sermons from a Pastor from the United Kingdom.  The youth leader, who is of African descent (his last name is Mwangi), found out that I had helped out with a youth group in Crawfordsville, and convinced me to help him at a youth retreat.  It was a grand time and filled in that hole in my life!  Although there weren’t any Austrian students, I got to hang out with other students from other countries around the globe including Italy, Ireland, Australia, South Africa, Sweden, and Norway.  There were American students there, too.  The middle school and high school age group is an inquisitive group, but I didn’t mind it—they made me feel right at home.

In top right photo: Griffith has been worked with an International Retreat. He’s in top row, near center, in red t-shirt.

Jones Trying to See as Much as Possible

Brad Jones ’10 – For me, everywhere in the world is the same! Now hold up just one minute — before you rush to contradict that statement as blatantly untrue and obviously misguided, take a second and hear me out.

I’m an Indiana boy, born and bred. I can’t say all my life I’ve longed to escape the corn fields, and basketball goals, and banal day to day existence of my Midwestern town, but I will admit, for these reasons, the opportunity to study abroad struck me as more attractive than Pizza Hut and Pepsi to a fat kid. This was my chance to get out of Indiana, to get out of the Midwest, to get out of America. 

It was my chance to “see the world” so to speak, and to travel on my own, and to experience the boundless beauty of Europe. Aware of this, I was certain that I would suck the very marrow from the experience. I would travel to all the great cities, each unique its own right, and I would gain a better understanding of the world and, no doubt, in the process, I would gain a better understanding of myself. I felt the world had so much to offer, and I finally had my chance to see exactly what was on the menu.

It has now been two months since I first arrived in this obscure small town in Italy, and all in all, I’ve taken advantage of my opportunities and done many of the things that I longed to do upon departure. I’ve seen Rome, once the very center of the universe, in all its antiquated splendor — the decayed forum, the still awe-inspiring coliseum, the frighteningly realistic galloping horses of the Trevi Fountain, and the majestic beauty and ornate extravagance of St. Peters Basilica.

I’ve been to Paris, the city of lights, the romance capital of the world. I kept my eyes peeled for Quasimodo as I neared the Notre Dame Cathedral, which didn’t fail to take my breath away. I stood under and above the inverted pyramids of the Louvre and caught a glimpse of the somewhat anti-climactic Mona Lisa. I walked down the world renowned Champs-Elysees, fully intending to spend some of my spare pocket change on a Guici wardrobe, or an Aston Martin, or I’d have even settle for Rolex, but the ill-tempered doormen were quick to inform me, in my ripped up jeans, baseball cap, and worn out tennis shoes, that wouldn’t be happening on their watch. 

I’ve eaten a crepe in front of the Eiffel tower as it sparkled, and devoured “French” onion soup and fries at a roadside café, and washed down twenty five euro Rabbit with an equally expensive bottle of Bordeaux.

And I’ve visited Barcelona. I’ve walked down Las Ramblas and dodged the ever-present costumed characters, whom only awake from the dead when they hear the clink of ten cents at the bottom of their change cup. I’ve resisted the urge to buy a caged bird, which in Spain is apparently an impulse buy, at one the sidewalk pet stores that litter the street, and I’ve even managed to keep myself from purchasing a still wiggling and writhing fish, or Porky’s recently deceased and still very lifelike cousin, or even what appeared to be a rubber chicken though it was no doubt intended for consumption; all of which lined the stalls of the morning market. 

I’ve seen Gaudi’s masterpieces, the Parc Guell which left me questioning whether or not I had somehow become a character in a Dr. Seuss book, the hospital where I couldn’t help but wonder if there should really be camera wielding tourists, the mortally ill, and grief stricken relatives all in one place, the apartment’s that seemed to rise out of the earth like Aladdin’s forbidden cave. I’ve eaten Paella. I’ve drank Sangria.

And I’ve been to Amsterdam — the real sin city. I’ve drank Heineken and Amstel at century old taverns. I’ve ordered “coffee” at the same café as apparently every American rapper since Revered Run. I’ve walked down the crimson, lusty, alleyways of Der Wallen and nervously peered in the large glass doors that were all that physically separated me from the barely clothed prostitutes and behind them, their tiny room and bed. I’ve cowered in fear at the tallest and fasted spinning thrill ride in world, so it claims and I without hesitation I believe, and even attended the quote on quote “world renowned” Amsterdam sex museum, which afterwards left my head shaking, my face still furrowed in disgust, and my pocket wishing it had its three euros back.

But I digress…everywhere in the world is the same. True, I’ve spent the last two pages describing at length the characteristics that set these cities I’ve visited apart from one another. They all have their own unique monuments, and distinct foods and beverages; their own culture and their own character. But much like my ambition to leave the cornfields of Indiana, everywhere I’ve been has left me unsatisfied and always wanting more while at the same time, paradoxically, inspiring longings to return to my home, and family, and friends. In other words, time after time, city after city, no matter how much I anticipate my arrival somewhere, or enjoy my time spent there, within hours I’m restlessly waiting for my chance to hit the road again and conflicted by the internal battle that sets the urge to experience something new, at odds with the wish to return to the familiar.

For example, a couple of months ago, I would have given everything for the opportunity to experience what I am right now, the grand adventure. But all I wish to do currently is see my friends and family again. However, I also know without a doubt, that two months from now when I return home and the hugs and the kisses are given and the stories shared, I’ll be vainly wishing for the opportunity to once again return to my Italian home and undoubtedly will be missing the friends I made and the places I visited while abroad.

Such is the paradox of memory. Why is it that often the problems and idiosyncrasies of a journey, when things don’t go quite as planned, when trains are missed, or wallets lost, or hotels full, are looked back upon with such great reverence and high-esteem. It seems that times and places in reflection are always seen through shades of a rosy hue. In the minds eye, pictures and memories are cropped and “photo-shopped” in such a way that the faults and peculiarities are removed and only the positive remains. Thus, while each weekend I eagerly anticipate the opportunity to experience London, or Dublin, or the Swiss Alps, by the time of my return on Sunday, there’s just no place like my Perugian home and by Tuesday, no place like the cornfields of Indiana.

In photos: Top right, Jones with Daniel King ’10 in Paris. Center left, literally overlooking Barcelona. Bottom right, a beautiful shot of Cinque Terre – an area of rugged coast in Italy.