Hi guys! I went on a weekend trip to the Fiordland National Park on the West Coast of New Zealand. Dunedin is on the eastern side, so it’s about a five-and-a-half-hour drive through sheep, cattle, fields, and rolling hills up to huge mountains. The entire drive is incredibly picturesque. I went with my friend Elsa and her flat mate Zara. We left early Saturday morning after I had an interview with an accounting firm. It was pouring rain the entire time, which made driving on the winding road a little trickier. We weren’t worried about the weather or how long it would take, and we made a ton of stops in little towns and for any signs we saw.
Our first stop was in this town called Gore, which is the brown trout fishing capital of the world. We stopped at a daffodil flower contest and hundreds of flowers, which were gorgeous and smelled incredible. There wasn’t much else to Gore besides the giant fish statue, flower festivals, and an alpaca farm, but it was a cute place to drive through.
We drove for another hour or two and ended up in Te Anua, which was the town where we stayed the night. It’s another little town in the middle of nowhere, but we picked up lunch, checked into our hotel room, and decided to do a little more sightseeing towards Milford Sound, which is at the very end of the Fiordland. We stopped at Mirror Lakes, but the rain made it hard to see the reflections of the mountains. We saw Mistletoe Lake and did a hike around it, where everything was covered in moss, before we stopped at the tunnel that stands as the entrance to Milford Sound. We met a Kea, which is the only type of parrot native to New Zealand. They’re known for being very friendly, but they also like to try and peel rubber off your car. One tried to hitch a ride from us and sat on the side mirror for a while as we drove home.
The next day, we made the full drive to Milford Sound, where Elsa and I took a boat tour around the mountains and fjords. We learned about the history behind the naming of the mountains, the formation, and the difference in currents as you near the entrance to the open water. Part of the X-Men Origins movie was filmed by the waterfall and in the mountains. Unfortunately, our weekend took a turn on the drive back, where a sheep got loose from its pen on the side of the road and ran in front of the car ahead of us. They slammed on their brakes, which caused Zara to have to swerve to avoid them, but we still hit their car. Luckily, no one was hurt, but their car was totaled, and ours had some significant damage to the wheel and possibly the undercarriage of the car. This was a learning experience for us to deal with the police, insurance, and getting a tow truck in another country, which may not sound difficult, but there was a learning curve. After a couple of hours dealing with everything, we got a tow truck to take the car back to Dunedin, where Elsa and Zara (the two who actually own the car) are trying to figure out how bad the damage is and if the car is salvageable. All in all, no one was hurt, which was the most important part, and it was an experience for us to be independent in a foreign country and handle a crisis. It wasn’t the end anyone was expecting, and there are still some details that need to be worked out, but it was a memorable weekend. Until next time!
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It has felt like such a whirlwind since being back in the US. But now that it has been a solid length of time, I feel like I can come on here and fully reflect.
Comparing Italy and Spain is like comparing apples to oranges. Yes there are similar aspects, but both of my experiences were very different, for many reasons. The first question people asked me when I returned to the US was: “which place was your favorite?”… but truthfully, I cannot answer this question. Both countries and programs brought me different experiences and wonderful memories. So here are some of those feelings and experiences broken down.
If I’m being honest, Barcelona is probably one of my favorite European cities. I am so filled with gratitude to have gotten to know it and its beauty over a short 10 week time. I am so grateful to have lived in a lively, historic, beautifully designed, buzzing city. I loved hearing Spanish and Catalan, as well as learning more about Catalan history and culture. Having a connection to the language and being able to understand everyday aspects, from stores, to conversations in the street, to ordering in restaurants in Spanish, was a reminder about the importance of learning other languages. It also immensely connected me to my environment and the Spanish culture. Making it feel both so foreign and yet not far from home. Let’s just say that if someone asked me if I wanted to drop everything and move to Barcelona, I probably would. I miss speaking in Spanish and the fast paced yet easy going Spaniard living. I loved living nearby the ocean for the first time in my life, but still being near hills and mountains. I feel like the location of Spain is so ideal, and the geography is truly special. I could spend years just exploring Spain, from the costal villages, to mediaeval pueblos, to new ever sprawling cities, Spain has so much to offer. I have made it my goal to return and do the Camino de Santiago. Spain reminded me the importance of language, history, art, community, socialization, and the art of taking it easy, without missing out on a fast paced world. The academics in Spain were quite good, I had one of my all time favorite professors for a Spanish Lit class, and an absolute genius, philanthropic computer science professor. Reminding me how most everything in the world comes back to art, literature and shared community. So thank you Barcelona for the 1,500,000 (approx) steps of exploration, sightseeing, Long Beach sunset contemplations, and quiet solo time. Until next time, I miss you already.
Now Florence,
Florence holds a special place in my heart. I will admit while I was in Barcelona I often found myself missing aspects of life in Italy. Which caught me off gaurd because I didn’t really anticipate that feeling. I missed the Italian intensity, ordering at a cafe in the only Italian I knew, saying “allora”, produce and resturants, but mostly I missed my classes, photography professors and jewelry professor. The art classes in Florence were quite unmatched. From a wax casting jewelry making class with a lively fiery Brazilian professor, who spoke English, Spanish, Italian, and Portuguese, to the photography studios and long classes. I miss my food photography professor dearly, he often took us on what I would call culture walks, rather than photography walks. Teaching us about gastronomy, wine, food, the stories of local vendors and restaurants, and how to capture a clean professional food content photo. It was wonderful learning and developing film in a dark room for my fashion photography. Fun fact! The photography classes I took in Florence were my first formal photography classes and education! I love the surrounding hills of Florence so much. I hope I never forget the magic of my last day in Florence, wandering through a forested section of the hills above Florence I had never been to. The way the light came through the cypress trees, truly one of the most ethereal experiences in nature I have had. Florence brought my the expansive often frustrating solo travel and train experiences. Looking back I feel like I truly was someone else in my time there; traveling around solo to other countries at the drop of a hat, almost every weekend, without a second thought. Building many skills in dealing with adversity, cross culture communication, and resourcefulness. One of my favorite places in earth is the Dolomites. The mountains will forever be one of the most awe inspiring, humbling, and grounding places for me. After taking the train, solo, through northern Italy and Austria in the middle of a snowy fall night, I was struck with the magic of the landscape. The magic that has inspired so much art and literature, I truly felt the power of the landscape and understood why so many fairytales stemmed from these areas. Inspiring me to remember to find a place that inspires me, or an environment that I find value in- and not to waste time chasing places or superficial aspects of life.
People often focus on the career application takeaways of studying abroad, and push aside the personal. But I truly believe that your personal experiences, whether big or small, which shaped your time in another culture is what builds those career applicable skills.
First adaptability, adapting to life at a new university, with new people, in a new culture and language is not an easy task. You are learning how to navigate and communicate with people again; and when accustomed communication methods fail, you turn to resourcefulness to succeed in your new environment. Leading into communication, luckily modern day technology has made this language barrier easier to overcome. However it can still be a clunky experience that often needs some improvisation.
Each country has a different development and stability level. Learning how to plan ahead and be aware of this is key to success in travel and safety. As well as understanding how other cultures communicate needs and how corporations are built. Much travel chaos occurred in Italy during my time there during the (frequent) strikes. This left workers taking advantage of people, and all levels of order out the window. Panic buying and long lines ensued. As well as the inhibilty to find anyone to help you. Learning not to panic in high stress and uncertain times, will lead to better self management and money management. Recourse-fullness and having or finding backup plans was a big key takeaway and learning how to swim against the current to get yourself where you need to be. Taking your own route, stopping, observing, figuring out options and not following the herd.
Intercultural communication, trends, art, history, and language. All intertwined aspects of culture and cross cultural understanding.
Studying abroad for most of this past year, I have immersed myself in creative industries, culture, and entrepreneurship. I practiced translating storytelling into visuals that connect across cultures. My time studying abroad was truly the most invaluable, cherished experience of my life. I spent around 4 months in Florence and 3 in Barcelona.
While in Italy I was able to immerse myself into a new culture and language. Which was a wonderful experience, that taught me so many lessons in adaptability and inter cultural communication. It was also a joy to return to Spain. Knowing the language and being able to deeply connect with Barcelona culture and locals was the best experience.
From communicating in my daily life in Spanish, to taking a Spanish literature class where I learned about Catalan culture was an excellent sharpening of my Spanish skills and knowledge.
While abroad I made it my goal to take full advantage of my time and opportunities from travel, to academics, networking and photography.
While in Florence I was able to take in depth, time intensive, photography and art classes. I had the opportunity to develop my technical skills and creative eye. From studio shoots, to creating editorial content and presentation all were wonderful opportunities. I was able to develop my own stylized creative concepts, and direct photo shoots. I learned how to develop film and about the unmatchable quality it offers. Including the opportunity to shoot for a luxury Italian chocolate brand through my professor.
I also traveled to Milan for fashion week where I was credentialed to photograph. My photos were then featured on the fashion brand’s social media.
On my free time I spent time taking solo trips and meeting individuals from across the world. Including meeting local artists in Florence and Barcelona. I developed personal photo project rooted in the local craftsman community, designed custom jewelry pieces inspired by Italian craftsmanship, and balanced my studies in fine arts, business, and media with hands-on creative work.
Living abroad pushed me to adapt quickly, communicate across languages, and push my creativity. Being able to focus on photography and develop my portfolio was a highlight of my time.
As I look ahead, I’m excited to bring this global, artistic, and cultural-centered perspective into new opportunities.
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