Reflecting on my time in Florence and Barcelona

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.

Peñíscola- a Spanish seaside hidden gem

Driving down a long, flat stretch of highway off the coast of Spain, the earth was a burnt-sienna on either side of the road, with rows and rows of orange trees, all the way to the horizon. Where distant layers of hills met the sea, and sat in fog and mist, still not burnt off by the mid-to-late afternoon sun, we left Catalonia behind and crossed into Valencia. Known for oranges, and beaches, it truly lived up to its name.

The past two weekends I was able to explore Girona for a day trip, Valencia for the weekend, and Peñiscola for the afternoon, with my program ISA. I have to say, Peñiscola stood out to me the most, and was my favorite by far. It had a certain speciality to it. Despite having visited various small, costal and even medieval towns in Europe, this small, historic city had a very unique feel. Peñiscola is exactly as you would expect from it’s name, a peninsula, surrounded by azure ocean, thanks to the white sand and beaches of the Valencian region. A small, fortified sea port, perched on a high, cliffy peninsula. Across the bay, hugging hills holding the Sierra de Irta natural park. It was a truly spectacular sight. The town, if you could even call it that, is nestled in the fortified walls, and is mainly composed of a large, yet simple fortress castle, and its grounds. My friend and I, along with the trudging 45 American ISA students, all bought a 3.50 Euro ticket to get into the castle atop the town (by far best value I have ever spent to enter into any attraction in Europe).

The cliffs that the castle was built on, was tall enough to make you step back and wonder if they should raise the stone wall overlooking them. Very impressive, to say the least, with how to town (and castle) was incorporated into the tall, rocky cliff of the peninsula island. The castle had the most wonderful views, with so many stone rooftops and narrow stone staircases offering a full 360 of the coast. It had been a completely cloudy, gusty day so far, but finally, when walking around the castle, the sun peaked out for a while. This transformed the water from a beautiful and deep teal, to an absolutely glowing aqua. If the sun had fully come out, I just know the entire ocean view would have been even more breath-taking and luminescent. Let’s just say that day, I thought I was going to fill up my SD card with the amount of photos I was taking.

You could exit the castle and walk around to the castle gardens and grounds bellow, included in your ticket. That is when the sun came out again and the water showed off and shone. This vantage point from the garden was stunning, looking up at the castle, as well as across and up the cliffs. It also had a wonderful view across the bay, and the ribbon of the white sand beach, stretching all the way down the coast. There was a small city consisting of some high rises, solely lining the beach, and so many houses and buildings packed into the hills beyond. It looked like the Palisades… and the hills stayed moody and misty the whole time, with a low line of clouds laying lazily at top of the hills, among the houses.

The town itself was the quaintest, cutest costal town, down to every detail. From the white painted buildings, blue and teal doors, down to the flowered tiles that made all the balconies. The streets mainly consisted of wide, rocky cobblestone steps. Most all of the streets were lined with large potted plants, a lot of them in beautiful ceramic pots. Everywhere you looked was just so special, with so much care and details shown in little ways, building up a beautiful, costal town that looked straight out of a postcard.

The whole style and feel was very Grecian and so picture-perfect quintessential. One house was even entirely covered with sea shells, incorporated right into the white plaster of the house! It had a freshly painted teal door (matching the color of the ocean) and a matching sign which read ‘La Casa de las Conchas’, so it was quite literally ‘The House of the Shells’. I later researched and discovered that it was made around the ’60’s during the Spanish economic downturn, by a woman who was searching for a way to provide for her family. She set out to learn everything about the town, and sell her tips to tourists who were just starting to discover the town. She then turned this into a career, and became the first tour guide in the area. Her and her family built the three story house with the facade of shells, and opened a little gift shop. She adorned it in shells to show her love for Peñiscola and the ocean. It’s little stories like this that is the best part of traveling, and seeing the beauty and love put into special places like the Casa de Conchas.

The approximate three hours allotted to explore Peñiscola flew by, and even though I was so drawn to this seaside town, with artistic touches and history everywhere you looked, it was time to run back to the buses. There are only really a few entrances into the fortified town, I accidentally headed in a dead end direction. But this walk brought me into the quaintest, yet grand courtyard, with the Peñiscola style buildings, shutters, and plants, with the immense grandeur of the medieval wall looming above. Worth the accidental detour. All 95 of us American students poured back into the buses, and started our drive back to Barcelona.

The drive back to Barcelona after Peñiscola was like the PCH of Europe. Waves progressively rolling and crashing into the rugged coast, white and foaming, along the eroded rocky coast. The costal road winding above the rocky cliff, with nice standalone homes in the hills, facing the Mediterranean. We passed Sitges along the way, another well known costal town of the area. Small day trips like these are truly spectacular, and the Spanish Mediterranean is truly something special.

See my photos and get a good feel of the ISA weekend trip here! https://www.instagram.com/p/DGOMhm-OhONYvQ45d1Vbz_V-oCQrtKSFV1OEkA0/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==