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  • Hello, buongiorno, hola, bonjour, guten morgen, ahoj. Over the course of one month abroad, I was acquainted with a barrage of different cultures found in the introductory statement. It began with my great-aunt, a seventy-nine year old widow from Peru and devout catholic, invited me to join her on a...

    Tags: Europe
  •        Valencia, Spain, thousands of miles away from my home and speaking an entirely different language this past summer, I had the experience of a lifetime.  After a test and application process with the Indiana University Honors Foreign Language Program to study Spanish in Spain, I was selected...

    Tags: Europe, Spain
  • I inhaled to the maximum capacity my lungs could expand. My hands shook with excitement for the journey. I exhaled. Before me stood my bear of a dad, bold and broad shoulders with his bushy mustache, next to him my mate of three years, slouching with his goofy smile. They wished me luck, and I...

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  • The first memory of my trip to Chicago began with the greeting of Uncle Al. There he stood, both hands in his pockets standing askew to the baggage claim. He displayed a half smile, and we reiterated the action. Our bodies were far too achy from our three hour plane trip from Tampa to do anything...

  •                That’s the best word to describe the next to last day of my travel to the country of Türkiye, or as we Americans know it, Turkey. The other days of traveling with Aunt Diane and Uncle John were an experience I’ll never forget, but this particular day will be told to the grandkids. I...

    Tags: Europe
  •   Rome. A faraway place I only heard about in history class.  A place I never really expected to see except in movies and books.  Somehow, I am finally here.  Just stepping outside I can feel a difference.  The smell of my home town’s pine needles is gone, replaced by the smell of the city.  It...

    Tags: Europe
  • For two weeks in the summer of 2006, I went to Cali, Colombia. From my visit there, I discovered that it is nothing like the United States. My first night there, it was warm, and there seemed to be a celebration going on not too far from my family’s home. There were drums and lights; it was...

  • When learning about American history, students from a very young age learn only the basics. They learn about the corageous George Washington who fought for the new nation.  They learn about the always honest Abraham Lincoln. Somehow, however, the story is always told to favor the white man.  There...

  •                   Standing on the street corner in Brooklyn’s famous China town, took my breath away- a possible result from the dead fish dangling in the sun from the nearby buildings. I shared this experience with my mother, seventeen teenagers and two adults; the mission trip group from Word of...

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