Before arriving in Shanghai, I’d heard so much about the food quality issues here that I imagined I’d be getting sick left and right. Fortunately, this hasn’t been the case at all. I’ve been eating at a wide variety of places, from hole in the wall street operations to upscale restaurants and haven’t had any issues (knock on wood!).
HA! A mere 2 days after posted this, I got sick. I won’t go into the details but let’s just say I spent a lot of quality time in the bathroom.
It all began this past weekend when I was at an extremely nice hotel on the outskirts of Shanghai for a company retreat.
I lived in a hotel for my first 3 weeks in Shanghai and didn’t have access to a fridge or microwave. I pined for a kitchen and pictured myself easily whipping up satisfying meals.
In reality, it’s been a bit different. My apartment is about 2 blocks from Carrefour, a large supermarket chain. The store is something of a mall/target/walmart/grocery store all in one. The first time I went I couldn’t even find the food. I wandered up and down the moving walkways and wove through aisles of household wares and make-up. I didn’t bring my chinese-english dictionary with me and I couldn’t find any one who spoke english so I simply left. The second time, I was much more determined and after a great deal of wandering I finally found the grocery store tucked in the very back.
Talk about an adventure! Rows and rows of mysterious foods, so many types of fish, cuts of meat, drinks, powders, nuts, grains, and bakery products that were totally unfamiliar.
Moving to China has been a process. A terrifying, exhilarating, confusing, amusing, and confounding process. While my thoughts on the matter change with the wind, one thing remains constant. My love affair with the food.
Before arriving in Shanghai, I’d heard so much about the food quality issues here that I imagined I’d be getting sick left and right. Fortunately, this hasn’t been the case at all. I’ve been eating at a wide variety of places, from hole in the wall street operations to upscale restaurants and haven’t had any issues (knock on wood!). Without a doubt, my favorite food has been the street food. Cheap, quick and delicious.
Even though I was becoming more accustomed to Shanghai, planning a weekend trip to Hangzhou was the last thing I wanted to do. The thought of navigating my way from the hotel room to the train station, onto the correct train, and to the right city sounded positively nauseating. However, the only the only two people I knew in China were going to be in Hangzhou and my fear of sitting alone in an empty hotel room all weekend edged out my fear of navigating the Chinese public transportation system.
I woke up after my first night in Shanghai and really didn’t want to leave the hotel room. I was still pretty shell-shocked and the idea of entering this big, scary city terrified me. In what can only be described as a fantastic coincidence, two of my friends from high school also happened to be visiting Shanghai. We’d made plans to meet up at their hostel so I willed myself out the door and hailed a taxi, the hostel address tightly enclosed in my sweaty palm.
After a ten minute ride, the driver slowed down and started speaking in Chinese while looking expectantly at me. All I could do was shrug. He started peering at the street signs and I followed his lead hoping that something would jump out at me. As he turned down yet another street my heart sunk. With no cell phone, I had no way of contacting either of my friends and no idea what to do next. Just as I was about to give up all hope, I saw my friends walking down the street. I can honestly say that I have never been happier to see two human beings in my entire life. We could have watched paint dry all day and I would have been thrilled. I was just so happy to see people who knew me and understood what I was saying.
While still incredibly unfamiliar with the area, I began to feel a bit more comfortable as we walked through the city. What had seemed so dirty, grungy, and foreign upon my arrival was still dirty, grungy, and foreign. But at the same time, there were still familiar sites - a subway system, traffic lights, and even Starbucks.
We headed over to the bund and despite the overcast weather, took in the iconic view before searching for food. In China, almost every meal is served family style so we ordered several dishes to share- noodles, beef, broccoli, and dumplings. It tasted exactly like Panda Express. Aka not terribly authentic or tasty. Again, I was so happy to be with people I knew, it could have been cardboard and I would have happily chowed down.
After finishing our meal, we visited the Shanghai Museum. Lots and lots of ceramic/pottery type pieces.
Northern Virginia -> Baltimore -> Toronto -> Shanghai! All in all about 24 hours of traveling from door to door. In hindsight, the trip was pretty successful but it definitely did not feel that way at the time. It all began fairly seamlessly. I caught my connection in Toronto, endured the 14 hours to Shanghai and made it through customs. The hardest part of my journey was getting from the Shanghai airport to my hotel. At this point it was 3:15am ET and I was absolutely exhausted and overwhelmed.
I slowly dragged my two huge suitcases, rolling carry-on, backpack, and purse throughout the airport toward the signs for “airport bus #2”. All along the way I had people calling out asking me if I needed help calling a taxi. It was pretty obvious that these were scam artists so as badly as I wanted to crawl into a taxi, I kept trucking. Eventually I reached a sidewalk with signs for Airport bus #2. About ten minutes later a bus rolled up. Another passenger took pity on my pathetic state and heaved my bags into the storage area as I dragged myself onto the bus. I paid my 22 RMB and prayed that I was going to the right place.
The bus took off and away we went through what I assume to be the outskirts of Shanghai. I wish I could say that I was immediately overcome by the beauty of Shanghai and excited at my new life in such an exciting city. Quite the opposite. With every kilometer I became less and less enamored with “the Paris of the east”. It looked dirty and dismal. Without a word the bus unloaded us at a terminal. My bags were dropped on the sidewalk and there I was- in the middle of Shanghai. At this point I was really about to lose it and I am pretty sure it was all over my face. The same man who’d loaded my bags onto the bus asked if I wanted him to wait with me at the curb. I insisted that I was fine and dragged my bags to the side of the road where I waved down a taxi.
After weighing down the back of the taxi with my bags, I sat in the front seat and handed the driver the address of the hotel. The driver mumbled and took off. About 10 minutes later we pulled up to a hotel. The driver looked expectingly at me and I just nodded, paid the 16 RMB and once again prayed that I was at the right place. I dragged my bags to the front desk and told them my name. After scanning my passport they handed me a card with “8439” on it. With the use of some hand symbols they let me know that the room was on the 4th floor. As is becoming a reoccurring theme, I dragged my bags into the elevator and with the push of a button I was on the 4th floor. (Fittingly enough to the story, 4 is an extremely unlucky number in China).
I made it to my room and officially lost it. I was exhausted, lonely, and felt eons away from everyone and everything I had ever known. At this point it was about 6:30pm China time (6:30am USA time). I sobbed as I wondered why I had ever decided to come to China and wondered how I could possibly get on the next flight back to the United States. I fell asleep around 8pm, woke up again at 12am then fell back asleep till 8am. And that’s how I spent my first 12 hours in China…
Ain’t that the truth? I am very intimidated at the prospect of learning Chinese. I’ve never been a “language person” and the Chinese language with its tones and characters is particularly daunting.
However, I want to take every advantage of this opportunity I’ve been given and I think learning the language is an essential part of doing just that. While I plan on signing up for a class once I get settled in China, I’ve been amazed at the online resources I’ve found. There is an abundance of podcasts, YouTube videos, and tutorials all designed to help English speakers learn mandarin.
At times I can already feel myself becoming frustrated and discouraged. I’ll listen to the podcast several times, repeat all the words, quiz myself on the phrases, the whole 9 yards. 24 hours later- I attempt to recall the information and am a blank slate. When this happens, I am so tempted to get really down on myself and just give up. However frustrating it can feel, I’ve been telling myself that this is just part of the process. I listen to the podcast again and hope that this time some of it will stick. Sure enough, I come back a bit later and while my pronunciation might not be perfect and I still struggle to recall some of the phrases, it is clear that I am improving.
I am not a genius. I am not a master of languages. But, I can work hard. I can muster up enough patience and confidence in myself to do this.
"Your success depends mainly upon what you think of yourself and whether you believe in yourself" - William J. H. Boetcker
What kind of opportunities has Smith given you? Do you think you could've received them at another school? Is it an advantage going to Smith? Would you choose it again?
I’ve struggled responding to this question because there are so many things to say that it seems impossible to convey everything I want to in a simple blog post.
I never imagined that I would end up at a small all women’s college. 4 years later, I can’t imagine my life any other way. Attending Smith has been the most eye-opening, enriching, frustrating, amazing, stressful, and fruitful experience of my life.
From a strong academic footing steeped in critical thinking to a supportive network of thousands of women, I am forever grateful for all Smith has given to me. Granted, I didn’t always feel this way. When I first arrived at Smith, I was still very wary of the single-sex environment and really struggled to find balance. Looking back, it took me a while to take advantage of everything Smith has to offer.
Truthfully, it took leaving Smith to gain some perspective and really realize how deeply appreciative I was. Yes, I loved my time in Denmark. However, I sincerely missed screaming with my friends at convocation, getting to know my professors through small and engaging seminar classes, and the subtle, yet pervasive sense of community.
Smith doesn’t have raging fraternity parties, buzzing homecoming weekends, or fantastic sports teams. What Smith does have is an incredibly unique, diverse, and interesting student body, intelligent and engaging professors and a deep and unwavering commitment to fostering and promoting strong and thoughtful women.
As sad as I am to leave Smith, the lessons and friends I’ve made will remain with me for a lifetime. I am even more excited to join the alumnae network of a place that has given me so much.
So, yes. I would chose Smith time and time again. Best decision of my life.
Even though its only been a few days, I’ve been at loose ends ever since arriving home. In some ways I feel so ready and excited. Moving across the world is a grand adventure. I picture myself exploring my new city, eating tasty dumplings, laughing with new friends, mastering mandarin, and excelling at my job
But in quieter moments, my thoughts take a less confident turn. I imagine myself struggling to understand a difficult language, getting hopelessly lost and confused trying to run the simplest of errands, and breaking down after a particularly long and lonely day.
In reality, I know that neither scenario is entirely true. Like most major life transitions, moving and living abroad will be a combination of breath taking highs, heart stopping lows, and a fair amount of mundane middle ground in between.
I hope to use this blog to document all of it. Social media allows us to present a well-polished, carefully planned, and tweaked version of ourselves to the world. While I certainly don’t advocate sharing every tiny detail or disappointment of ones life, I find overly glossed social media profiles inauthentic and pointless.
Life isn’t perfect. My life in Shanghai certainly won’t be perfect. Yes, I hope to share fabulous stories of weekend trips and exotic dishes. But I also hope to share some of my hardships and disappointments as well. I think this blog (and myself!) will be better for it. So, here’s to the good, the bad, and the in-between!
I recently read a post from HTP that has really stuck with me. In her post, "Add, Not Subtract" Caitlin discusses how easy it is to fall into the mentality of focusing on what we shouldn’t be doing- eating sugar, watching t.v., drinking alcohol, etc…However, what if we focus on not just removing the bad, but enriching with the good?
less magazines, more novels,
less coffee, more water.
less smartphones, more postcards.
less talking, more acting.
less news, more TED talks.
less treadmill, more yoga.
less movies, more documentaries.
less fluorescence, more candles.
less sugar, more fruit.
less t.v., more reading.
less liquor, more wine.
less to-do lists, more to-be lists.
less stuff, more space.
A slightly different perspective that focuses on what really matters- living a more purposeful life.
At the ripe old age of 22, I’d like to think that I’ve gone through my fair share of life transitions. Every milestone seems to be *THE BIGGEST* when it’s happening and graduating from college proves no exception.
I have never doubted myself as much as I have this past semester. From the intoxicating thoughts of salaried jobs and new cities to the confidence-shaking lows of rejection letters and total uncertainty, steady ground was hard to find.
Uncertainty and adventure is part of what makes life, well life. After a great deal of soul searching and the opportunity to taste success while absorbing rejection, the doubt is lifting. I don’t know exactly what I want to do with my life and I don’t know exactly who I am. But, I know more than I did yesterday and that is enough.
Like most things in life, college graduation is bittersweet. On one hand, it means leaving best friends, a beautiful campus, and a place you’ve come to know and love. On the other hand, it signifies an exciting new chapter- increased independence, a new city, and the continued journey of self-discovery.
With less than a month till graduation, no less than 37 things a day both excite and terrify me about this impending milestone. Without a doubt, one of the scariest things is moving away from the people I know and love.
Granted, true friendship survives great distances. Furthermore, these days it is incredibly easy to stay in touch through texts, e-mails, instagrams, facebook messages, and skype conversations. However, none of these replace the value of a million random and not so random interactions that compose relationships.
That being said, here are a couple of creative ways to stay in touch…
Cards. Everyone loves receiving mail. Whether its for a specific holiday or just because, a card is an easy way to let someone know you’re thinking of them. I especially love these cards from Blue Barnhouse- creative and unexpected.
“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”
Today is National Holocaust Remembrance day. To know that such genocide has occurred is a mighty burden to carry, but one that we must recognize all the same.
While today is a day of reflection and sadness, I’d like to think that it can also be a day of acknowledgement. Acknowledgment for the brave acts of defiance, courage, and kindness in the face of terror.
Several books/articles that are particularly appropriate:
This Caprese Quinoa Salad, The only change I made was to add a hefty dose of balsamic vinegar. A fantastic dish to welcome in the warmer weather (finally!)
I don’t really follow pop culture but I love getting a glimpse into celebrity diets. Richard Belzer (Detective Munch for all you Law and Order: SVU fans) shares a weeks worth of eats in this weeks New York Diet.
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” -Sylvia Plath, Bell Jar
While quite morose, I think Sylvia Plath really captures the difficulty that comes when faced with multiple paths and hard decisions in life. Life is uncertain and there is no one path or fig that leads to guaranteed happiness.
That being said, decisions have to be made. While important, decisions you make don’t have to define your entire life. What was once right and fit like a glove may no longer be exactly what you want. Choose another fig. Not always easy, but the right thing and the easy thing are seldom the same thing.
A few weeks ago my friends and I all took this this test. The idea behind the test is that everyone has an ideal way in which they show and like to be shown love. The different “love languages” are:
Words of affirmation
Acts of service
The concept is pretty simple. Nonetheless, it is SO important. Whether it’s a friend, significant other, or family member we often take for granted the fact that they know exactly how we feel about them. But what if they speak a different love language? You show your love by hugging and saying “I love you”, while they show their love by buying you coffee and spending time with you. Not necessarily a huge revelation or a bombshell; everyone is different and it’s to be expected that we all express our feelings differently. That being said, better understanding how you and those you love express their feelings is so valuable in building stronger relationships.
While I hope people who are important to me know how much I care about them, the test encouraged me to do so more often.
Love doesn’t have to be elaborate gifts or grand proclamations. It’s little notes, visiting an art museum you could care less about, stupid text messages, embarrassing stories, and a mutual understanding of a bond that defies explanation.
Given the fact that I am on a meal plan at school, I really look forward to getting back into the kitchen when I am home for break. Here’s a peek at some of the recipes/meals I am planning on devouring over break…
Crusty sourdough bread with brie cheese and apricot marmalade.
I know, I know, cottage cheese on salad- doesn’t exactly make your mouth water right? However, it is delicious. The cottage cheese acts as a quasi dressing and gives the salad some bulk in the form of a nice protein punch. My favorite combo as of late includes: greens, cherry tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, hard-boiled egg, balsamic vinegar, sunflower seeds, and of course, cottage cheese. Try it!
In other words, I recently became the proud owner renter of a pink beach cruiser. While a lot of the habits I picked up in Denmark have fallen by the wayside (I can’t remember the last time I ate rye bread) having a bike makes me feel just a bit closer to Copenhagen.
I appear to have lost the ability to sleep past 8am. I have a feeling this new-found early bird persona will be fleeting so I am attempting to take full advantage while it lasts. Enjoy the fruits of my early morning internet reads…
But this ain’t no Jack Kerouac road trip. Just an ordinary train ride back to school for my final semester. I always become a bit mopey and nostalgic at the end of any period in my life be it 4 months abroad or just a few weeks at home. Preparing to leave home after this break was no exception. However, what did surprise me was how sad I was to leave Trader Joe’s.
While I was home I was fortunate enough to return to my summer job at Trader Joe’s. At the risk of sounding whiny, it was definitely hard at times. None of my friends were working and 6am shifts aren’t very conducive to late nights that creep into the next morning. Furthermore, being on your feet for 8 hours is ROUGH. However, despite my complaining, working at Trader Joe’s is one of the best things I’ve ever done for myself…
In my last post I listed a few of the things I miss about Copenhagen. It’s true, there are many things/people I really miss. But, I am also SO happy to be home.
Just a few things I’ve been enjoying:
-Going back to the gym. I am still glad I didn’t join a gym in Copenhagen, it would have been expensive and there were so many other things I wanted to spend time doing. But, it has been so good to get back in the gym. I took a Pilates class a few days ago…wow. I forgot what it felt like to be that sore. Definitely a good feeling!
-Doing my own grocery shopping again. While I am at home I pretty much do all the grocery shopping and therefore have exactly the food I want on hand at all times. I really missed this while in Copenhagen. It feels really good to have that “control” again.
-Having a source of income. Since I don’t go back to school till Jan. 23rd, I’ve been able to pick up a few shifts at Trader Joe’s. It is so nice to have money coming in again!
-The sun. When I first arrived back I was driving around and the sun was in my eyes. IT FELT SO WEIRD BUT SO AMAZING. So yea, Denmark was dark.
-Seeing my people. Being reunited with my family and friends has been fantastic. The older I get the more I realize how important these people are to me. Being with them makes me happy.
Hey Astrid! I've been following your blog throughout your adventures at DIS since I am going there for the spring semester... any overall tips/advice you've learned from your experience? Or perhaps something I definitely should pack or a particular place I should visit or a food I should try??? -Kiki :)
I am so glad you asked! After almost 4 months, I definitely have some suggestions for future students. I’ll break it down into a few posts but as for packing…
-Bring all your toiletries, i.e. full-size bottles of shampoo, conditioner etc . This way you don’t have to deal with figuring out what brands are available here and it will probably last you the whole semester. Don’t bring any of it back with you and then you have all that available space for souvenirs! I am starting to think about packing to go home and trust me…you will want that extra space!
-A good backpack. DIS gives you a small backpack upon your arrival but it’s relatively dinky. I would invest in a good backpack that is roomy enough to carry heavy books and also serve as a suitcase for weekend traveling.
-Pancake and/or cupcake mix. There really aren’t boxed baking mixes here and my host family loved the American pancakes I made them. Also, same rule as the toiletries, you won’t bring them back with you so you’ll have more room for souvenirs!
-High quality rain and cold weather gear. As you probably know, Copenhagen is cold and rainy. It pays to have the appropriate clothing because you really will be miserable without it, especially when you are traveling!
-Things you probably won’t need: Fancy clothes- Denmark is relatively casual. I brought two dresses and haven’t worn either of them once. School supplies- you can buy notebooks and such at Tiger for relatively low prices.
That’s all I can think of for right now but if I think of anything else I’ll be sure to let you know!
Given that it’s my last week of class, I thought it’d be fun to give a quick overview of what I’ve been studying this past semester.
Optimal study conditions: candles and warm drinks.
Food Systems: Economy, Ecology, and Ethics: A very thorough look at the many different aspects of our global food system including: food justice, industrial meat, ethical eating, local eating, how the food system has changed, obesity, food marketing, and sustainable diets. Related post: Trip to Svanholm
On a somewhat related note, one of the things I was most worried about when preparing to study in Copenhagen was budgeting. I’d constantly heard about how expensive Copenhagen is and imagined myself going broke in a week. However, while Copenhagen is expensive, with some careful budgeting I’ve found it manageable. DIS has also been pretty great with providing information on places that are inexpensive and/or provide student discounts.
Let me know if you have any other questions about DIS or Copenhagen in general!
On Wednesday, my History of Copenhagen class went on a field study to Oresund, an area in Copenhagen that is currently being developed. The class focuses on Copenhagen as a city- from how it started in medieval times all the way up to present day. I really didn’t enjoy the first part of the class- I found all the material on medieval bastions, fortifications, statues, and design influences a bit dry. However, I am really enjoying the last section of the class which includes suburbanization and urban renewal. We’ve been discussing various factors that influence livability and I find it much more relatable. It’s been pretty cool to think back on places I’ve lived or visited think and what did or didn’t make them “livable”. It’s also absolutely amazing to learn about all of the seemingly insignificant details that go into planning a “livable” area. Little things such as how people get from their cars to their doors or whether or not the courtyard is locked.
Oresund was very different than other areas of Copenhagen. Everything was more spread out and much starker, not nearly as charming as some other areas in Copenhagen. However, the architecture was extremely unique and innovative. Plus, our professor bought us pastries which always makes an academic trip better!
I am now obsessed with Picasa so of course I made a collage of all the buildings/places we saw…
Even if you’re aren’t into architecture- I’d encourage you to check out some of the links below. The projects are pretty neat!
My friend Marion was nice enough to invite me to celebrate Thanksgiving with her host family. I was excited for several reasons 1. STUFFING. 2. Meeting Marion’s host family. 3. Seeing another part of Copenhagen and another danish house
I was not disappointed on any front. Originally I imagined it would be somewhat of a fusion Thanksgiving since finding all the fixings for a Thanksgiving meal in Denmark is no simple feat. However, after visiting 5(!?) grocery stores to find a turkey Marion pulled off a delicious and traditional feast! Marion made turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and roasted vegetables. Laura brought rolls, apple pie, and scalloped potatoes. I brought brussel sprouts with bacon and apple crisp. It ended up being quite the spread! My favorites were the stuffing and the rolls (bring on the carbs!)
Side note- I just downloaded Picasa. WHY DID I NOT DO THIS SOONER? I am sure I am preaching to the choir but it’s an amazing program! I can’t wait to further experiment!
The Danish language has no direct translation for the expression “I am excited for”. The closest thing is “I am looking forward to”. So here’s a peek at what I am looking forward to in the coming weeks…
I didn’t do anything to celebrate Thanksgiving on Thursday, but this weekend more than made up for that. It’s trite to say, but I am truly grateful for all the amazing people and experiences I’ve had since being in Copenhagen. I was reminded of this fact continually over the weekend- a wonderful few days filled with delicious food, family, and friends.
One of the oft-spouted facts about Danes is that they’re the happiest people in the world. We’ve discussed this a few times in my Danish class and it always leads to an interesting conversation: Are Danes really the happiest people in the world? What does is mean to be the happiest people in the world? Happy relative to what? If they are the happiest people in the world, why?
My host family has 5 pets-2 cats, 2 rabbits, and a puppy. Needless to say it can get a bit hectic! One of the things that’s been the most shocking is how much work a puppy is. It’s like having another child in the house sometimes.
I am part of a buddy network at DIS. A buddy network is a group of Danish and American students who meet up throughout the semester to do different activities together. At first I thought the notion of the buddy network was a little awkward. And to be totally honest, the first two meet-ups I attended were fun but a little forced.
However, before my trip to Poland my buddy network met up to make Smørrebrød and it was actually really fun! The conversation flowed much better and it actually felt more like a group of students hanging out and less like a random group of people without much in common.
We met up at a danish kollegium to make the traditional danish sandwiches- Smørrebrød!
First up: warmed leverpostej with mushrooms and bacon. I’ve had lots of leverpostej, but I’ve never had it warmed. This was pretty good, I don’t think I’d necessarily cook it for myself but it was definitely one of the more interesting combinations I tried!
At DIS there are several different housing options. It’s really important to carefully consider where you want to live because it has a huge impact on your time in Copenhagen. I chose to live with a host family and I am really happy with my decision. However, that doesn’t mean it’s absolutely perfect or doesn’t have its downsides.
On the third day in Poland we visited Auschwitz. I’ve hesitated writing this post because in some ways there is so much to say that I don’t even know how to begin. The atrocities that were committed at Auschwitz (and during the holocaust in general) are so horrific and vast that I feel as though a simple blog post recounting my experiences is almost disrespectful in that in it is impossible to say everything that needs to be said. However, as the trite, but extremely true expression goes, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”.
That being said, while I don’t know exactly what to say about visiting Auschwitz, I do want to share my experience.
We took an hour long bus ride from our hotel to Auschwitz I, the base camp. Our class was divided up into two groups of about 15 students and we were each set up with a tour guide. The tour guide wore a microphone and handed out headphones and audio guides. Our tour started out walking through the infamous gates.
I love reading about Denmark in the news. It’s so cool to have first hand experience with the topics they are writing on. Here are some of the interesting stories I’ve been reading over the past few days- check em out!
My Auschwitz trip is over and I am back in Denmark! I am planning to post about the rest of the trip but I want to let some of the visits sink in a bit before sharing all the details.
On the flight back to Copenhagen I was thinking about the rest of my time in Denmark. I’ve got about a month left and realize that there are so many things I still want do/see/explore/experience. The list is still a work in progress but here’s the start of it!
On our third day in Greenland we headed out to the ice sheet. As an environmental science and policy major I am constantly reading/learning about the Greenland ice sheet. Until this semester it still felt like an unbelievably abstract idea- I could hardly believe I was actually going to be on it!
On Wednesday morning we bundled up piled into the bus and drove off to the ice sheet. Fun fact- the road to the ice sheet was actually built by Volkswagen, they used to have a testing facility on the ice sheet!
I was amazed at how textured the ice sheet was.
One of my professors took fantastic pictures, so I am stealing some of these from his Picassa account! (source)