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Traveling to Cork

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Yesterday (September 3rd), I finally arrived in Cork!

It took two days worth of traveling- and a lot of nerves and anxiety- but it was not exactly the intimidating experience I was expecting it to be.

The night before I left, though, I was a complete mess of negative emotions. I was so anxious about the traveling process- not so much the flying part, as I fly back and forth to DU from my home state New Jersey- but about traveling internationally. Before this year, I had never even owned a passport. I was so worried that my luggage was going to go missing, or that I was going to miss my connection from London to Cork. And though I typically fly alone and have no problems with it, I was agonizing over completing the process by myself. Sometimes it’s just comforting to go through a brand new situation with other people who are also unsure of what they’re doing.

I flew out of Newark Airport September 2nd, on a flight that was supposed to take off just before 6 PM. But, of course, travel days do not go off without a hitch. The plane didn’t actually take off until around 8 PM due to an air traffic control malfunction, which meant that we would be landing in London (Heathrow) at about 7 AM the next day- seriously cutting it close to my connection at 9 AM. Two hours seems like more than enough time, but after getting off the plane, getting on a bus to go to a different terminal, and going through security and border patrol, it was almost 8:40 by the time I found my gate. I had about 10 minutes to sit down before we started to board.

At that point, I was completely exhausted. It had been a six hour flight from Newark to Heathrow- including a five hour time jump- and I had only gotten an hour or two of sleep. Heathrow to Cork was only about an hour flight, and I don’t think I opened my eyes until after we landed.

And then it was time to worry about getting through passport services. I knew exactly what I needed to bring in order to show the officers that I would be studying abroad, and getting a residence permit eventually. But it is a situation that, ultimately, is out of your control completely. I was standing in line for a few minutes, and then I started to notice that a few people- who looked about my age- were being told to stand to the side and wait. Eventually, it became pretty clear that these were all study abroad students from the U.S, and they were all studying at UCC (University College Cork), like me. I was so relieved that I had been lucky enough to be on the same flight with so many other people who were in the exact same situation I was. We all got to talking and I soon realized that it truly was dumb luck that I wound up on the same flight as them- they were all part of some third party program that had scheduled a group flight so that they could make their way to their accommodations together.

Their advisor/coordinator had already told them that he would find taxis for them, so I hung around in the hopes that he could point one out to me, too. After all, there were a few of us going to the same accommodation, so I was looking to split the fare with someone. But unexpectedly, the coordinator ended up paying for me and the other person I shared the taxi with- who happened to be from DU as well. It was so surprising and so generous that the two of us were taken aback. We couldn’t do anything more than thank him profusely, rolling down the window and calling out to him as we drove away.

Somehow- although the jet lag makes this somewhat plausible- I had forgotten that in the UK and Ireland, they drive on the left side of the road. I’m not sure if this counts as my first culture shock, but it was definitely disorienting. Every time our taxi driver turned right and then ended up on the left side of the road, I had to remind myself that he was not purposefully putting us in any danger.

Eventually, we reached our accommodation. We’re staying in a renovated building- formerly a furniture store- that has been converted into flats with shared kitchens and separate bedrooms and bathrooms. (You may be able to imagine that I am thrilled about the Irish cultural stance on roommates and living situations). I unpacked my things as quickly as possible- which was made even more convenient by shipping things like bedding and cooking supplies ahead of time- because I was so exhausted I was afraid I’d fall asleep standing up if I stopped. With most of that taken care of, and nothing to do for the foreseeable future, I accidentally took a nap. Which, apparently, you’re not supposed to do if you’re in a similar traveling situation as me. So I won’t officially endorse doing what I did, but I don’t think I would have gotten through the rest of the day if I hadn’t taken that two hour nap.

Later that night, I went to dinner with a few of the people I had met in the airport. We walked around the city for a while, looking for a place to eat. There are so many food options, which pleasantly surprised me. And all of the buildings, homes, and restaurants are so charming, with that quintessential style of architecture that I expected of Europe. That’s when it started to feel a bit surreal- I couldn’t believe that I was there. I had been planning on studying abroad for so long, wanting to do it so badly, that realizing I was actually there was a bit dreamlike.

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We ended up finding a restaurant/pub called “The Woodford.” The interior had so much character- stained glass decor, interesting sculptures, and statement pieces like antique furniture which created a really comforting atmosphere. The food was really good and the staff were extremely welcoming and friendly. I was a bit apprehensive about being so obviously from the U.S., but Cork is somewhat of a melting pot. Walking up and down the streets, we noticed people from all different cultures- whether they were just visiting or were actually locals.

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I just got back from my first day of orientation. The campus is beautiful and everyone I’ve met so far has been so friendly and welcoming, which is doing a lot to ease some of my worries. Even though I’ve only been here two days, I already love Cork. It is such an awesome city with so many people of different cultures, with so many things to do and see, and I can’t wait to explore more soon!

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My Path to Morocco

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I’ve been determined to study internationally since early high school. In fact, I was accepted into my regional Rotary Youth Exchange program during my sophomore year and was selected to spend my entire junior year in Italy. Unfortunately, due to the COVID-19 pandemic, myself and all other students in the program stayed in the United States. Preparing for this experience was one of the most exciting times of my life, and its cancellation was one of my biggest disappointments. While I’m grateful for the memories I made with friends and extracurriculars during my junior year at Montrose High School, the “Italy thing” has been a sore subject over the past five years. This setback, after some grieving, only strengthened my resolve to pursue international travel in college. Despite the disappointment, I’ve come to view this as critical motivation for my choices moving forward.

My family has lived in Colorado for the past 5 generations, and I was determined to go somewhere new for college. My initial desire was to attend high school in Italy, and this translated to interest in colleges outside my home state. However, that obviously didn’t happen. I was intrigued by the University of Denver’s study abroad program, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill those unrealized dreams. I embraced this path, choosing Italian as my required language sequence and eventually adding an Italian minor. All signs seemed to point to the Italian peninsula, from my language studies to my history with the country. Yet, I’m just over a week away from spending a semester in Africa.

The decision to study in Morocco came as a surprise, but it’s a surprise I’m definitely excited about. As I was browsing DU’s list of partner programs, I found that the ISA Meknes program had everything that I was looking for in my time abroad: courses that complement my major, service-learning opportunities, and it reminded me of my long-standing goal to learn multiple languages. I’ve had the idea in the back of my head since I was very young that I wanted to become multilingual. Now, I’ll have the opportunity to learn Arabic and brush up on my high school French (although, I’ve forgotten everything past “Bonjour, je m’appelle Mattie”).

So here I am, about to take a path I never saw coming. Morocco wasn’t even a brief consideration a year ago, but now it occupies every part of my mind. I haven’t left yet, leaving me with little expertise in this subject. However, if I was to give future study abroad students one piece of advice, it would be to keep your mind open. Even if you’re set on a particular country, still take a look at what everything else has to offer. You can either become even more confident in your initial choice, or you can find something you never knew you wanted. What started as a 15 year-old’s anticipation of Italy evolved into a 20 year-old’s adventure in North Africa. And I wouldn’t change a single thing about that.