Join Eckerd students as they think outside, spending Winter Term 2010 exploring the far reaches of the globe.
The sights, the colors and the sounds were all spectacular accents to this new world we were able to explore. Japan was a fascinating place filled with things one might not have known ever existed. It’s an amazing cultural adventure, and I would go again in a heartbeat.
Lizette Garcia, Winter Term 2010
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What do you call two men in suits waving bananas in East London? A Banksy.
— William Skinner
The Japan winter term was *THE* best experience I have ever had in my life! The people were friendly, the country was incredibly clean, and Adachi sensei gave us the most amazing activities ever. Whether it was watching sumo, singing karaoke, visting temples, or just exploring Tokyo, it was full of awesome sights. I want to go back so bad XD
Matt Rynalski, Winter Term in Japan 2010
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This is where all cultures from across the globe unite on a dance floor.
All fashion enthusiasts aspire to strut their stuff on the sidewalks of Ginza.
The Starbucks never tasted so good— so we give thanks to the Kami— throw your money, bow twice, clap twice, make a wish, and bow with thanks.
Modern Japan sets trends, the rest of us follow, but most struggle to keep up.
Traditional Japan sets the tone but the infusion of globetrotters helps all those who wish to join go on a ride.
I know, I’d be jealous too.
Give me a call the next time you head to Tokyo— I wish I was back….
Nono Bokete, Winter Term in Japan 2010
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…the grandure of New York mixed with the energy and lights of Las Vegas…and then multiply it by a hundred…and you will come close to understanding Tokyo. This trip was a life changing experience and every day was above and beyond your wildest expectations. To experience a culture so different from your own and to fall in love with it so quickly…all I can say is thank you a thousand times to Professor Adachi and Eckerd College for opening my eyes.
Slaine Pepi, Winter Term in Japan 2010
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He steadied the lens and framed the shot, making sure to capture the façade in all its ethereal beauty. He waited a minute for the clouds to pass over and the light of the sun to strike the reliefs at just the right angle. Satisfied, he pocketed that quiet moment in time with a soft click of his shutter. He would later pull it out from time to time while making his way home to Osaka. The image had a strange gravity that he could not explain. It would soon draw him to frame a glossy print which he could then place upon his kamidana, opposite the now two-year-old portrait of his late wife. As he would explain it, he was able to worship before two of the most sacred sites he knew during his prayers each morning. And each morning he would remark on the curious presence of a single tiny figure, walking along the bottom of the frame, forever astride the topmost step of Chartes cathedral. A man in a red shirt, alone in his redness, the spires rising precipitously above him. He would wonder who this man was and where he might be now. He would wonder whether the man had been as humbled as he by the structure which still dwarfs him. He would wonder if the man was still alone in his redness.
The next time the man wore red was two hundred and fifty miles away, walking on the outskirts of Covent Garden at night in search of the place he had since come to call home. He was alone in his redness, but he was not alone. He was accompanied by two lady friends now, and was in the presence of yet another pair, Max the oboeist and Judy the cellist, on their way home from the Royal Opera House. He had received the directions he needed from Max only but a few minutes ago and yet was already discussing with him the prospect of meeting up for drinks after a ballet the upcoming week. He was in love with his uniquely British mannerisms and was not used to such friendliness from strangers back home. He chuckled as Max apologized not once but twice for swearing at the bitterly cold weather. After the two groups parted ways and as he walked away into the London night, listening in on some conversation of L. Ron Hubbard and E.E. Cummings, both dead, he did not know he would not see Max again.
The night of the ballet Max was seated at a table in an Indian restaurant, unaware that his absence from the orchestra was at that moment a subject of inquiry. He had jumped through all of the hoops necessary to get the night off, weeks in advance. His plans had not, however, included staring at an origami napkin swan swimming on the plate opposite his, the empty seat behind it out of focus. “It’s something I’ve picked up from my daughter. She’s made three hundred and fifty already.” Max’s gaze was broken. “She’s folding cranes of course, but I enjoy the graceful form of a swan.” An slim Indian man with a thin smile and a distant look on his face was standing over him. “They’re a bit easier to make with these bulky napkins too.” Max smiled and placed his order. For the duration of his meal, he imagined the swan in flight, himself on its back, diving with finesse through the window of a California flat, grabbing Alex by the hand and refusing to let go. His meal finished, his reverie dissipating, Max folded his own napkin expertly back into a twin swan. When the waiter came to collect the check, Max handed his swan to him. “For your daughter. I hope she gets well soon.” Max then stood up and walked out the door, singing to himself, “merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…”
The hour was late and closing time had just arrived. The waiter was sitting alone at one of the tables. He had not seated anyone since that peculiar man about an hour ago. During this idle time he had left the swan on the register counter. He had several times caught himself staring at it intently just as the man had done. It was an awful pain that kept his eyes upon the swan. If only I could have the same faith, he thought. When he finally left the restaurant for the night he grabbed the swan on his way out. He set two red waste bags down on the curb and hesitated before perching the swan between them. He did not look back as he walked on into the cold night. Wait and see, wait and see, he thought, wait and see.
The swan rested there until morning, when the binman stopped to collect the two red bags. He almost didn’t notice it, only something small and white tip over in the periphery of his vision as he hoisted the bags into the truck. He turned to see what it was and saw the swan on its side. He might have left it there but he instinctively picked it up, not carefully and by a single fold. The napkin unfurled in his hand and from where there might have once been wings had the swan seen fit to spread them out fell two fifty pound notes. “‘urry it up, eh? We do have a schedule you know,” the driver shouted. The binman quickly pocketed the notes and hopped back on the truck. For the rest of the day, his mind was at ease. He could actually afford to shut up his landlord another week while he waited for something to sell. After he got off work in the afternoon, he quickly popped into a supply store and bought a few tubes of paint. Today was the day he would finally finish that Claude. It was not since he left Paris that he had completed a master. The National Gallery was a far cry from the Louvre, but he had known that he would have to make some sacrifices if he was ever going to make enough money to open his own gallery some day. Today, it did not matter. He carried his easel and paints through the door with a spring in his step.
The man was not alone in his color anymore. Every color he could imagine was in this very room with him from the deepest, most vibrant red to lapis lazuli blue. As he slowly circumnavigated the walls, studying each artwork with the utmost reverence, he became entranced by an artist painting a landscape in the corner. The artist’s seemingly scientific mixing of hues and swift and sure application of each brush stroke fascinated him. This, this is what I’ll do, he thought, I’ll paint the world, my world. I will be an artist. No… I am an artist.
The man knew color and color knew him and he was never alone again.
— William Skinner
“The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness.” — Alex Grey, visionary artist.
This Winter Term, has shaped me and taught me many valuable personal lessons. I have encountered people and places I never thought were possible. I ventured to the wrong part of town and was able to navigate my way back to the hotel we were living at.I found that people in England base relationships on intelligence and not looks. In England, I found myself and the person that I want to become. I want to be a succesful, intelligent woman, who is loved and respected for her brain and not body. I love the life that England has to offer and the places that I have yet to encounter and discover there. It was truly a life changing experience. Thank you!!
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Salisbury Cathedral and Stonehenge
We visited today the Salisbury Cathedral and Stonehenge. They were both intimidating. I was in awe at the fact that people thousands of years ago built this Cathedral by only pulling the stones from an area approximlty 10 miles away during the four dry months of the year. It was amazing to be inside it and see the hanging angels and the construction going on inside it. There were various small prayer rooms and our tour guide gave us an overflow of information.
Stonehenge was incredible. It was amazing to be there and see one of the seven wonders of the world!! It had an amazing energy and flow about it, probably from all those years ago when people came to worship the solstice or whatever it was they had done there years and years ago. It was like walking through a movie, I was actually there!!
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Exeter Adventures
Exeter was a small quaint little town that I did not enjoy as much as London. It has a different small town feel to it, but is perfect for college students to wander about in. There is a market every morning that sells local produce and a shopping center on High Street with all the great English and American shops that a girl could need! Clubs and bars of course, like anywhere else in England are on almost every block and fun can be found anywhere in Exeter, one just needs to know here to look.
St. Peter’s Cathedral made for a good day time tour and during the eveing TimePiece and Arena are local bars that the college students frequent. We also went to the Eden Project as a class and it was amazing to see the biodomes and learn the financial aspect of it. I enjoyed it very much.
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Whitehall was exquisite. I couldn’t believe my eyes at the paintings on the ceilings, it was incredible. I lay down on the couches on the sides of the banquet hall and looked up at the cielings. It was amazing to think that years ago, someone was able to put together an idea for each picture and have his students and volunteers paint and put them together on sepeerate panels and then eventually glue them to the top of the ceiling in the banquet hall at Whitehall. It was awesome!!!
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Markets on Weekends
During the weekends I frequented local markets, such as the Portobello Market, the Camden Stables Market and even Spitalfields Market. I got to see more of a local atmosphere at the markets and was able to talk to folks from smaller towns that were outside of London instead of constantly talking with those who are in London and hearing big town views. The differing views on the financial crisis, Parliament, and everyday life was very interesting.
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On my day off I went and visited the Tate Modern Museum and The Gherkin to see where my Aunt works. The Tate, was spectacular. I spent a little over 3 hours in there just wandering around and looking at the pieces inside it. I sat in front of an Asger Jorn piece for at least 20 minutes, finding the meaning of the piece and the love that he shows in each of his pieces. This was one of my favorites in the Tate: http://www.tate.org.uk/servlet/ViewWork?workid=7757&roomid=3542
The Gherkin had an amazing view. I ate lunch with my Aunt on the 34th floor, which was the top floor and I could see all of London in any way that I looked. I loved it!! It is one of the financial centers in London and was amazing to be in and tour around. Again, like most places I went to in London there was “no flash photography” inside. hehe
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Imperial War Museum
There were many exhibitions in the Museum here, the one I was most focused on was the depiction of the concetration camp, Auschwitz. It was scary to see how someone was able to attain so much power and leadership.
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British Museum
The Rosetta Stone was here and it was amazing to see, just a few feet away from my outstretched hand in a glass enclosed case. All the beginnings of civilisation and languages started with this one stone. Imagine, people during war time stopped becausee they knew that this had to have some significance and here we are thousands of years later looking at it in awe. The rest of the museum was amazing as well with various different exhibitions depicting various styles of women and their jewlery that they wore during various ceremonys and as well as different Egyptian heads and scultptures.
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Random Pictures of London
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Westminster Abbey offers admission prices at an extreme rate, fortunatly I was able to pass as a schoolchild and therefore enjoyed all the Abbey had to offer in the cold gloom of London weather as a 6 pound entrance fee :) I saw Chaucer’s plaque and Lord Byron’s and was in awe at the way the Abbey was set up. After wandering around the Abbey for hours and enjoying some private prayer time we ventured toward Trafalger Square where the group took pictures on a lion statue and eventually made it into the National Gallery where we got to see Rembrandt, Monet, and Van Gough paintings. It was incredible, that all these artists original paintings were hanging a mere couple inches from my nose.
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Today, we went to tour Parliament. It was amazing! I have never been happier to see a government and get a tour of the inner workings. Our guide, Muir, was so intelligent after having worked there for many years, he knew many people inside and was able to give us an in-depth tour of the buildings. We were also lucky enough to go to the Chapel underneath Parliament, St Mary’s Chapel. It was gorgeous however flash photography was not allowd. After this we toured the Jewel Tower and took some pictures near Westminster Abbey where we would come later on (tomorrow) as a group to tour it. 
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Today, Davis and I went to the american Church’s soup kitchen and dished out food to those who needed a hot meal and some companionship. I was in my element, making food with the chef that day and talking about volunteering in soup kitchens in NYC and how it is different from here in the UK. The food that is served in the soup kitchen I volunteered at in NYC was vastly different from the food here. We made porridge and hot drinks in NYC and here we made a beef stew and mashed potatoes with hot drinks.
Later this evening, we went to see The Power of Yes. It wasn’t anything to spectacular but I enjoyed it much more than Jersey Boys. I thought the comical approach of The Power of Yes to the financial crisis was hilarious and I understood the points that were coming across. It was great!!
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John Noble graced us with his presence today and lectured about Service Learning and the importance of it. I found it very interesting and made many notes on his lecture. One thing that popped out to me was:
“How to Recognise the Servant Leader”
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We went today to the London Museum, which showed and taught us the history of London. It was a great little introduction for those who did not know much of London or England. I really enjoyed seeing the Shepperton Woman, it was interesting to see how people, especially women, lived back before advanced technology. Of course back then, using the tools they had and any improvements upon those tools might have been seen as advanced.. After we toured and wandered around the London Museum we all headed our seperate ways and grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed for a quick tea time or nap time back at the home base. With just enough time to spare my group headed to the Churchill War Rooms. It was very stimulating, getting to see how Churchill lived during the blitz, among others underground for such a long while not seeing sunlight. 
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All the groups meet today at our campus, 35 Gower Street, and were given our assignments for the day: SCAVENGER HUNT!! My group took off and “topped up” on the Oyster Card and for there we took the Goodge Street Station and went to explore the fabulous London. We saw Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, the Imperial War Museum (only from the outside as we would later visit it as a class), the Churchill War Rooms (again, only from the outside as we would later visit it as a class), and Marble Arch and Speakers Corner in Hyde Park. My favorite of the Scavenger Hunt, of course, was Harrod’s the most amazing mall I have ever seen. It’s in store collections range from Marc Jacobs purses and designer clothes to Mac and Aveda make-up and a even a chocolate bar! I was in awe :)
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Ours was a busy and exciting trip, and we are all sad that it had to come to an end. It was a wonderful experience for everyone, full of memories that will be cherished in the years to come. We hope you enjoyed our photo blog.
-Winter Term in Japan 2010
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Last event for our trip before returning home — the Farewell Party 1.29
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Closing Ceremony, Edo Cultural Center - continued 1.29
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Closing Ceremony at Edo Cultural Center, Continued 1.29
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Closing Ceremony at the Edo Cultural Center, Japanese Language School 1.29
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To NHK Broadcasting Studio 1.28
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Leaving Tsukiji Fish Market, paying our respects at a shrine, visiting the Sumida River, and eating sushi on way back. 7:00 am, 1.27
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At Tsukiji, the world’s largest fish market, at 5:30 am 1.27
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Leaving the Edo Village 1.24
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Closing down the blog…
Turns out that I was the only blogger this Winter Term, but that just means that the students had more interesting ways to use their time (and more power to them!).
Tomorrow we’ll all be up bright and early to catch our plane to Paris, then Atlanta, and finally Tampa. France has been lots of fun, but it’s always nice to come home.
Ce n’est qu’un au revoir…
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Thursday night and all of Friday left in France. Our plane to Paris takes off at 7:30 a.m. Saturday, and our trip home will begin.
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We came, we sang, we suffered…Music lesson today with Jérémie. I’m tone deaf, but I managed to belt out some songs. But it was a little tough for everyone to sing without knowing either the tune or the pronunciation of the words. Jérémie did his best to guide us along on our musical journey, but I think we got lost somewhere along the way. Meanwhile, he was playing guitar, harmonica, drums and accordion, and singing, too. It was fun enough just to watch him!
Christina
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The Arrival to London was interesting for many, as we were all scattered about at the various airports trying to make our way to our home-base, The Staunton Hotel. Some arrived, dragging suitcases via the tube, others had taxis and some were completly lost. At any rate, the group was eventually reunited for the first time since our initial meeting at Eckerd College. We were sent off to a mini-scavenger hunt of our local area which highlighted different stores and shops which we would, in time, come to need such as Boots, M&S, Sainsbury’s. Paperchase, and even the British Museum and the British Library.
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I’ve spent a lot of time this trip reflecting on “home.” I was reluctant to come on this trip, as I knew I would be leaving my house (and of course my personally decorated room) for the last time. The last thing I wanted in that moment of separation was to be tossed into an unknown foreign country, but the house on Gower Street has taught me an important lesson about life. It is something, perhaps, I already knew and just hadn’t experienced. Home is where you make it.
I came to Gower Street knowing only one other person, I leave with 17 new friends. I know that we will all be sure to not lose touch. When I first got on the tube (NOT the metro!), I was amused by a voice telling me to “mind the gap” and that “the next lift will be lift number 3,” all in a amazing British accent. Now its just part of my daily routine and I know I will miss it.
I took a moment today to say my last goodbyes to this amazing city. I went to the Covent Garden Market, and just walked through the rows of stalls, enjoying the culture. I brought a bouquet of daffodils and carried them proudly through the streets. I then took the tube back to my favorite station, good old “Goodge Street.” Instead of taking my normal walk straight to the house, I found myself strolling down Tottenham Court (the main road). As I walked I encounter familiar stores and friendly people. I walked all the way to the British Museum, just absorbing it all. I then followed Gower Street back to number 35.
I open the door to even more familiarity, the face of friends, the chill of the common room, the warmth of conversation (and the radiator in my room). I felt as if I’d just come home from a usual day in a city that truly felt like mine. Later, we went out to the local pub. (There is a pub just around the corner from here where the bartender knows us when we walk in). I’m very sad to be leaving London, something that came as quite a shock to me. The only word I can use to describe London is “Home,” and for that I will always love every piece of this city and its familiarity. I was only here for a month, but I feel as if I have been here a lifetime.
So, today (it is after all 2 am), I leave home once again, with a new view of its definition. I will greatly miss London, but I know I’ve grown a lot from this experience and will return one day. If you ever have a chance to come to the Eckerd College London Study Centre, I would recommend you do everything you can to get here, you will NOT regret it.
~Amy Esser
I have been in London for nineteen days, and spent four days in Paris. I can’t believe that I am leaving tomorrow. There is so much that happened on this trip. I really don’t know where to begin. From the random and awesome sighting of Jude Law - David shaking his hand, and Liz’s reaction; to waiting an extra hour in Paris for the train; to hanging out and having fun with everyone; and going to all the museums and galleries, which I liked doing a lot but I just felt rushed in most of them. There is just so much to see inside the museum/art galleries and all over London. The only art gallery I didn’t feel like I was racing to be somewhere else was the Van Gogh Exhibit at the Royal Academy.
It was opening day for the Vincent Van Gogh’s exhibit, and it was packed. For me this was an experience in itself, because each room had blob-ish lines of people walking along the walls and around the center showcases surrounding each artwork. At times, I found myself responding to Van Gogh’s writings to his brother or sister, having similar very points. Especially with his quote “in all of nature, in trees for instance I see expression and a soul” (written on the wall, not sure the letter number) because I feel the same way. Also Van Gogh wrote “One must take it up with assurance, with a conviction that one is doing something reasonable, like the peasant guiding his plough or like our friend in the scratch, who is doing his own harrowing” (letter 400). This quote really inspired me to continue with where I am going with my life. One of my favorite paintings is “Two Crabs” which was inspired by Hokusai’s woodcut “Crabs.” I appreciate it because the crabs look alive, and the ocean moving. I feel like I was looking into Van Gogh’s feelings. This painting is very expressive, similiar to his Orchid paintings.
Another great memory I have is planning my team excursion. It was a bit of a challenge trying to figure out where we wanted to go, but in the end we agreed upon The British Library, and The Globe Theater. It was fun heading back over to the Globe Theater with Kelly, Sarah, and Liz. Also bring up our favorite desert to figure out what Kelly would like for her birthday. I enjoyed going to see the collection of writing and the Magna Carta at The British Museum. Our tour guide at The Globe was hilarious, and very informative. Also I liked seeing Annah get dressed in Shakespearean clothing. I plan on seeing a play at The Globe Theater. It would definitely be interesting to see a play as Shakespeare would have seen it. The fact that the theater is almost exact and has not changed to match the modern world brings me closer to history, similar to being in a Cathedral.
My favorite Cathedral in London is St. Paul’s, because I saw William Blake’s tomb in the crypt. ”To see a world in a grain of sand - And a Heaven in a wild flower - Hold infinity in the palm of your hand - And Eternity in an hour” (William Blake), when I read those words I started to cry. I really appreciate Blake’s poems. I also started to find other poets and artist, most of them where President of the Royal Academy of Arts. Also the view from St. Paul’s was amazing, although it was a cloudy and snowy day so the pictures look quite interesting. My favorite Cathedral from the whole trip is the Chartes Cathedral. When I walked through it, I was amazed. It was not commercialized, and it didn’t have electricity. Plus, the information our guide gave us was just amazing. Although it was rather cold with the windows being out to clean.
Today after the team 4 excursion, I ate at the cafe with Amy, David, MaryBeth, and Lindsey then headed to the Holocaust Section. Then Amy and I headed over to Covent Garden. I have not gone to the Natural History Museum, the Saatchi Gallery, and I did not get to go back to other museums that I wanted to spend more time in, but as Professor Gliem says “You’ll just have to come back.” And I plan on doing just that. Plus, I didn’t get to go to the cemetery to see any famous dead people, like Shakespeare. :)
Jeanne Collins
The journal prompt for our excursion to Stonehenge asked us to take a moment of reflection. When I felt ready to look back on the past month, I was standing in the middle of the circular path encompassing the monument. My timing was terrible. The cold had completely numbed my hands and forced my cute little nose to run. The only thoughts that passed through my mind were “Oh My God! I am so cold!”, “My hands are gone!”, and “All the tissues in the world could not stop this explosion of snot!” My ponderings were rudimentary and hyperbolic. There wasn’t a single thought of the masterpieces I had encountered or the exquisite experiences I had enjoyed. My inability to harness my mind frustrated me. Now, I was cold, annoyed, and ready to abandon my muddled meditations.
The ancient stones filled with silence and mystery captured my attention entirely. All my petty thoughts stilled. Bewildered by the surprising tranquility that overtook me, I gasped. The cold air rushed into my lungs so that I had to gasp again to catch my breath. A slow, deliberate thought formed. I was happy. The cold and the chaos could not taint that happiness. It was a joy that grew from the moments when I was totally engrossed in the vibrant, dynamic brushstrokes of Picasso, playing silly pranks in London’s busy street, or tasting delicious meals flavoured by savory conversation. That is how I thought and felt about this trip.
A crow flew frighteningly close to my face. My moment of reflection was finished.
-Liz Pickard
Bridges mean different things to different people. For some, they are merely a means of getting from here to there. For others, they are architecturally fascinating. For me, the London bridges symbolized my connections to the city. I had decided before even leaving my house in December that on a free day, I wanted to walk along the Thames River and cross as many bridges as I could in one go. Last Monday, the 18th, was to be my “bridge day”.
It was typical London weather: cold, grey, and foggy. I began my adventure with a relaxing (and delicious) breakfast at Pret, also throwing in my plastic Pret bag (a constant in my life) some food to eat for lunch “on the move” later. I had decided I would hike from east to west, and would stop at the Battersea Bridge. There are about four or so more bridges west of Battersea, but one of these doesn’t allow pedestrians to cross and the others were out of bounds for my already-paid-for Oyster card.
Comfortably clad in my sneakers, sweatpants, sweatshirt, coat, hat, and gloves (more life constants), I stood in front of the Tower Bridge (on the north side of the Thames) at 9:30am, ready. And so it began. For the next four hours I walked, stopping only twice (for bathroom breaks). The weather actually aided in my experience; due to the lack of sunlight, I was not distracted by any “pretty views” or picturesque angles of the bridges. I certainly used my camera quite a bit, but solely for documenting my travels, and not for any artistic reasons.
And so I walked. While crossing each bridge and traveling along the river’s edge, I experienced a tremendous sense of integration with London on a deeper level than I had felt prior. The bridges represent a literal and tangible connection between both halves of the city, and my journey across each of these connections symbolized myself becoming a part of London. Standing on the Battersea Bridge looking out, I felt whole. I had not simply perused a few shops, seen some cool buildings, and walked down a bunch of streets. I had zig-zagged my way through and alongside the Thames, taking in as much of London as I could see, focusing intensely on each moment of movement. It was a very overwhelming sensation upon completion. I no longer feel like a tourist, but rather a well-versed foreigner. I am part of the city – and it, part of me. London is truly something special; my experience on this day just further proved to me that I must live here at some point in my future.
— Kelly Henry
On the tube on the way to South Kensington with a small group, one of the stops brought on a guy who had this large, long, odd-shaped bag. I look down at the bag, perplexed and then I look up at the guy and ask with a playful smile in my eyes “Body?” The guy smirks and with a nod of his head and a matter of fact jutting of his lips he replies, “Yeah, Body, all sliced in here.” I furrow my brow and I shake my head in acceptance as if we were talking about nothing more than the weather and I affirmed with, “Right, I thought so.” Three seconds go by and he mentions loosely, “Yeah that’s how I keep my relatives around with me.” I nod again and added “They’re a lot easier to handle that way.” he reflects with, ” a lot less noise as well.”
We scoff at our on-going superb repertoire of conversation and I question what is actually in the bag. I find out that they’re skis and that he is on his way to Colorado. He tells me his name is Nick and that his girlfriend is not going with him because she is not as interested in skiing as he is. We talked for probably 5-10 minutes. He had had pale blue eys, straight dirty blonde hair that wisped over his eyes and over his square framed glasses. He was a rather tall gentleman, slender with a grey and lime green hoodie on and jeans.
We were quiet for about thirty seconds before he mentioned that people did not usually talk on the tube and I knew this because I had been in London for about 3 or 4 weeks by now. I had to comment though, I had to say something about his bag. I told him about a restaurant on top of one the mountains in Colorado that served an 8 course meal that would change your life according to my mother. He shared a restaurant that was right around the corner of the tube station that he praised on it’s cheese and wine platters. It was called “Le Cave” and I took a mental note to go there that afternoon. As I left the train I bid him farewell by calling over my shoulder, ” I hope you have a great time and don’t break a leg!” he tossed out goodbye as well, he called ” You too Sarah and never!”
This kind of encounter, this kind of connection is what I love about people. It doesn’t have to be romantic, or deep, it can be the smallest of converstions but to me those are the most memorable. I would rather talk to someone for 5 minutes than sit on the tube and pretend like no one but myself and my own little universe exists. London has allowed me to have small moments like this one with dozens of people. I have learned so much about others as well as myslef because of this. London in all the generalizations has changed me, maybe I’m not a completely different person but I am a little bit different. I have a little more perspective, and that’s all I ask for. Thank you London, we shall meet again some day.
Sarah Katherine Yost
A London Experience
Recently we had a free afternoon after discovering our destination (The Saatchi Gallery- a modern art museum) closed till the end of the month. We were all a little disappointed, but took the opportunity to take a break from museums for the afternoon. Being in the mood to sit, instead of doing lots of walking) several of us decided to go see the Sherlock Holmes movie at a theatre on Bakers Street. It was an amazing experience. Not only was the theatre experience its self different, but we all enjoyed seeing scenes in the movie of places we had visited.
I thought this was the best possible experience with this movie, but today it just got better. A group of us decided to go to a diner in Camden Town. We were all enjoying our amazing Sunday brunches when in walks Jude Law! I think everyone at my table had a heart attack. Every conversation keeps coming back to how amazed we are to have seen someone so famous in such a perfunctory place. Needless to say, this entire experience in London has been amazing and unique. I will truly miss being in this city.
~Amy Esser
Today we had a full-day excursion to Avignon. Saw the famous bridge, what’s left of it, at least. Extensive visit of the Papal Palace. And because we had a nun in our tour group, we had special access to a room in the cathedral where all the old vestments and ceremonial objects are kept. Avignon has a very good vibe, but it’s less evident in the winter than in the summer. Montpellier, on the other hand, feels like home no matter what the weather is like. Just watch where you put your feet. (BTW, our guide said the city is in the process of addressing the doggie problem.)
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I can’t believe how fast three weeks have gone by. I’m not ready to head back to the states yet! We have hit up almost every major museum London has to offer, but I still feel like I’ve barely made a dent on this city. This last week has been jam-packed. After a quick trip to Paris, we arrived back in London exhausted. We started the week off seeing a play at the National Theater called The Pitmen Painters. Tuesday we went to two museums and a jazz concert in the evening. Wednesday, two more museums and the Royal ballet’s performance of Romeo and Juliet in the evening. Today and the last few days are equally as busy; I don’t know if I’ll have time to relax and appreciate my last experiences with Eckerd College.
Today pretty much embodied a stereotypical London day. It was raining lightly outside but not enough to be too uncomfortable. We gathered in an East London tube station for a group excursion. Our itinerary for the day was to attend a walking tour of London’s street art. I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. As we were waiting for a couple stragglers, we met our guide, Mike, one of Alli’s friends, and I couldn’t help but think about how young this kid looked and how he couldn’t know that much about art. But I was quickly proven wrong! He was very charismatic and an excellent speaker. It was clear that he had a passion for street art, which is so much more than graffiti by the way. We walked around East London, which is a very trendy area. We saw art by Banksy, Shepard Fairey (the artist who created the infamous Obama Hope posters), and a really cool London street art crew who call themselves Burning Candy. It was so refreshing to see this street art after spending practically every day for the past three weeks in museums. I think that the street art was so awesome because you don’t know how much longer it will be there for the public to see. The art displayed at museums is sometimes hundreds of years old and will probably always be there for you to visit and admire. I’ve seen a lot of awesome street art in New York, Barcelona, and even in Portland, Maine, but I’ve never really put much thought into who the artists were. After today’s tour with Mike, I have a feeling I will view graffiti much differently.
This fall was my last semester at EC. I’m transferring to Maine, where I’m from, this spring. I had a difficult time deciding whether or not I wanted to a winter term trip at all. I’ve spent a lot of time abroad though and I absolutely love traveling and seeing different cultures. I am so glad that I committed to this trip. I can’t think of a better way to end my Eckerd career than with these amazing people in a foreign city.
Cheers!
Annah Bakutis
I have eaten
the paintings
that were in
all the galleries
and which
you were probably
expecting to
hear more of
Forgive me
they are delicious
so bear with me
as I digest them.
— William Skinner
Let me begin by saying that I am by far having the most enjoyable and enlightening month of my life. Not only have I experienced and learned a lot about art, architecture, and art history, I have made great new relationships within the group, and of course, memories.
Before this winter term I had never been out of the country. So, I really had no idea what winter term would be right for me (or what country). I picked London mainly because the course seemed extremely promising, but also because the whole not having a language barrier thing seemed a lot less intimidating. I have to say, I couldn’t have chosen a better program to begin my study abroad experiences. So far, we have been all over London. I’m not going to list every single museum and galley, because there is simply too many. We went to Paris for four days, which was a nice change of scenery (Paris is beautiful), but I personally enjoy the atmosphere of London more than Paris. Some of the places that we have gone to that I have liked the most have been the British Library, the British Museum and the Royal Opera House. Being a creative writing major, I was absolutely fascinated by the works that were in the library such as: the original Alice in Wonderland, Shakespeare, the Magna Karta and much more. The British Museum is gigantic, and only right around the corner, so it is nice to go there when you have some free time. Whenever I go there, I try to see something new because there is just so much to see, but I somehow always end up in front of the mummies in the Egyptian section. While in Paris, we visited the Musée d’Orsay, which housed a few very famous paintings by Manet. One of the paintings was “Olympia” which was a painting of a prostitute looking straight at the viewer (aka, her client, you). I had never been so captivated by any painting before, but I found that I was mesmerized by this one, although I couldn’t quite place my finger on it at the time. As we went on to different galleries and museums I found that every picture that was about some type of escort or prostitute, I felt really moved by. Another example was at the Courtould Gallery. It was a slightly abstract painting of a prostitute called “Tete A Tete SUPPER” by Toulouse-Lautrec. After having seen this painting, I realized that the aspect about these pieces that grabbed my attention was my connection with their psychological condition. I am also a psychology major, and have researched a lot about prostitutes, so seeing these paintings made me feel like I really understood what was going on in the characters head. I guess this type of connection is what makes art so wonderful!
Although I have learned more about art in these past few weeks than all of my prior years in art classes combined, the best part of this experience is the people I am with. Our group is really a fantastic bunch of people. Each person brings something different to the group, which makes everything that much more exciting. We all get along very nicely, and more importantly, work together very well. Aside from the good times we have going out, we always have fun together and I’m pretty sure we’re those annoying people who are constantly laughing for what seems to be no reason.
Overall, because of this amazing experience, I will be heading back to school with a wider knowledge and appreciation for art and the city of London, and some new friends who will probably grow into being some of my very best.
*Shout out to the butt grape, sosnow disease, yamum, Katwalk, the noise machine, prêt, fresco, sons formage, soya chai, the tag team, the snack box…the list goes on and on….
-Katie Honan
In the past couple of weeks, our group has managed to average almost two museums per day. However, because of our busy schedule, my sleeping habits have been completely thrown off, I’ve gotten lost on many occasions, been late to meetings, burnt my arm, lost feeling in one of my toes and enjoyed every moment of this trip. I have been able to see many works ranging from world famous pieces like Van Gough’s Sunflowers or Leonardo de Vinci’s Mona Lisa to unknown modern artworks like Jawlensky’s Blue Cap and Matisse’s Woman in a Kimono. Though our days have been busy and much of the art I have seen from the twelve or so museums we’ve visited seem to all blur together, I’ve come to realize that the experiences I have had while participating in this trip might be more important to me. Even as a dual major in marine biology and mathematics, I’ve always had a secret passion for art. Because of that desire to keep art a part of my life, I’ve studied famous artworks and art history on the side. After traveling to see paintings referred to in my textbooks, I can honestly say there is no feeling quite like the one you get when you stand in front of the original life-size version.
Going off the idea of experiences from this trip, one that caught me by surprise was when I saw the painting, Luncheon on the Grass by Manet in person. Recently in Western Heritage, my class had studied that very painting and read about all it’s flaws and why critics hated it for years. I remember causally glancing at the piece in class and thinking it was (compositionally wise) a disaster. Nonetheless, when I stood in front of the original painting, its scale and beauty were unforgettable. I couldn’t understand why this one painting that I had hated before now swept me off my feet and completely captured my interest. I’m not sure I could ever pin point one true reason why I had such a change of heart, what I do know is that I could never have that type of experience from any of the textbooks I’ve studied in class. After my encounter with Luncheon on the Grass, I have a newly acclaimed love for Manet and his controversial works. Surprisingly, impressionism has been my favorite art to see in person. I am assuming this is because the great detail used in impressionism can be seen best in each individual brush stroke.
As this trip is slowly coming to a closure, it is now quite clear that studying with a close group of students has added another aspect and dynamic to my learning process while in London and Paris. Instead of absorbing knowledge by myself, I’ve had the company of others to share and experience both cities’ cultures. I am truly grateful that I had the chance to view various artworks in their own element; rather than pasted within some flat description. This group experience has been unique and a once in a lifetime opportunity that I am so appreciative to be a part of. So, CHEERS TO THAT MATE!
-Amanda Sosnowski
Shout out to: Meg, Shea, Ally, Court, Courtney, Katie, Kara, Mum and Pops, “London Paarties”, and Smokin’ a pancake. Love you all.
If you were wondering the time… it’s Snack box ‘o clock.
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Today we had a cooking class with a chef named Valérie, who showed us how to make risotto with coconut milk and chicken skewers. It was yummy and not too hard to do. Though as Valérie said, good food requires patience…not the easiest thing for young Americans. Good class, good food, good company and Harry discovered that little dogs can be scary…
Christina
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When I see an impressionist painting I think of Paris, home of the impressionists. Impressionists like Van Gogh and Monet did not want to stick to traditional classicalism and therefore decided to paint their own ideas and thoughts of people, landscapes, etc… The museums that my group went to had a good amount of impressionist paintings.
The first museum that we went to was the musee d’orsay. The museum used to be an old train station, (now an art gallery), and was quite a spectacle. My favorite part of the museum was of course the impressionist paintings. There was a special exhibition that was showing several Van Gogh paintings. What I noticed with all the impressionist paintings is that most focused on color and not paying as much attention to detail. Van Gogh’s style truely amazed me. His unique use of line differed from all other impressionists. His use of color also brought out certain emotions inside me. His self portrait was basically painted in all cool colors. His face looked depressed and when I looked upon this painting it made me a little sad. I believe that impressionism catches the eye of the people because of the break away from tradition and is a style that is completely different from all others.
Monet’s paintings were soft and gentle. I loved looking at his art and some of my favorites of his dealt with snow or cool colors. I loved looking at Monet’s lily pond series. (One or two are in London). I felt at peace when I looked at this painting. When I looked at a matisse painting I almost jumped back. His painting jumped right out to me. The painting was an extremely color painting of women and the style was pointillism.
Overall I enjoyed the softness of the brushstrokes and the use of color done by the impressionists in that museum. Our group went to the Louvre, but I don’t recall seeing any impressionist paintings. As an artist I have been exposed to many different styles, but impressionism really speaks to me and will help me become a more creative artist.
-Catherine Curtis
Having lived in London for three years prior to starting college, this Winter Term has been such an incredible experience for combining my past with the present. I suppose you could say I was unappreciative as a high school student in London, and that is something I may regret for a while. However, coming back with Eckerd students and Professor Gliem has given me a renewed (and fabulous) relationship with London. This trip has given me the chance to not only open my eyes to the rich culture and art that surrounds us each and everyday, but also to make up for lost time in this thriving city.
Something I have noticed and given thought to is the sense of autonomy I feel. As a group, we are given the space to learn and grow independently. As we navigate the tube, the winding streets of London, and Professor Gliem’s directions, our educational and experiential roads are growing as we test ourselves daily. Not only do we have to fend for ourselves, but to some extent, we have to make sure our group sticks together. The struggle to do so has only built strength as a group.
We recently returned from Paris where we had the chance to see the never-ending art in some of the most famous museums in the world. I had the chance to see one of my favorite Impressionist artists - Edgar Degas. I have always been fascinated by his concentration on ballerinas. In my eyes, Degas renders the feminine form in a way no other artist has accomplished. Rather than objectifying women or portraying them in the nude, Degas captures the graceful form of his subjects, as well as their character and emotion. Moreover, I was deeply impressed by his portraits. ‘The Bellilli Family’ portrait was particularly moving because of Degas’ tactful placement of objects and depiction of where his subjects are looking. There are so many ways to interpret the portrait, which almost forces you to stand there wondering about the family dynamic.
In addition to two-dimensional art, our eyes were opened to the Gothic architecture of Notre Dame de Paris and Chartres Cathedral. The towering spires and awe-inspiring stained glass in both churches captured the essence of the transcendental beauty architects strived for centuries ago. All in all, from the cobblestone streets to the Champs-Élysées, Paris is magnificent.
In comparing London and Paris, London feels a bit more discordant in terms of style and architecture. The contrast between new and old is felt heavily here, while the congruency in Paris is hard to forget. In noticing these differences, it is important to note just how much London was bombarded during World War II, and also realize the gentrification Paris went through in the mid-1800’s. Despite these differences, each city carries a character and personality that is equally unforgettable.
- Alli Fodor
We went to visit the globe theater, modeled after the original Shakespeare’s globe theater and ended up getting pulled into the characters….
-Sam Bloomfield
When I think of Europe and the art here, tradition is what comes to mind. The architecture is either classic or gothic. Every building feels authentic in its preservation of the great history of the country. In every museum the group has visited there has been a big emphasis on these photograph-like paintings. Although the talent within these pieces is unmatched to anything I have seen before, I could not connect to this art as much as I would have liked. Just like documenting photographs these were simply used to record the past. To me, art is more about the emotions it inspires or the questions it rouses.
Going to the Tate Brattain and the Tate modern gave me the first sense of this emotional art. I enjoyed the Tate modern so much that I went back twice. Within the Tate Britain, they showed the truly amazing work of William Turner. Although he was a painter back when it was all about the sense of realism in the art, his works were more abstract. This was truly inspiring. Although the art society called for something like a photograph, his landscapes used colors and brush strokes to arise emotion for the viewer. He was truly an innovator for that time.
Next we ventured to the Tate Modern. This was truly amazing for me. Although I do not agree with all modern art, there were some special pieces that I believed to be the epitome of great art. One piece by Miroslaw Balka was incredible. Although it was just a big black box, it physically brought the viewer into the art. The idea behind the piece was for a person to walk into a black abyss feeling unsure and trapped in the darkness. Rarely is the art the “experience”, usually its just an image to be seen. It showed who you were in times of uncertainty and made you question yourself. When you turned around to walk out you could see perfectly fine.
To see what this looked liked ….. http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid42529797001?bctid=49550922001
There was also an exhibit on pop art, titled Poplife. We came back a second time just to view this exhibit. I absolutely love pop art, and like a lot of people love Andy Warhol. Getting to see all the original Warhol’s along with memorabilia and videos from his days was awesome. It also introduced me to many artists I never herd, such as Jeff Koons and Takashi Murakami. We even saw a picture of David plastered all over the walls.
Looking at modern art showed me that art could be anything it wanted to be, whether it was a canvas painting or actions personified through other mediums; it was all about pushing forward to make new things possible and reveal ideas and emotions that otherwise were hidden.
-Sam Bloomfield
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of museums, monuments and travel, and I have loved every minute of it. We spent the first week getting familiar with each other, London and our gorgeous house on Gower Street. Just as we were feeling quite at home in London, we got on a train to Paris. It was like starting all over again! (Though still amazing).
London and Paris are two very different cities. Surprising when one considers that both are centuries old cities founded by the Romans. To any onlooker the similarities seem to stop there. As one of my peers put it, “It is impossible to like London and Paris equally, they are so different.” I found this statement to be very true. Though I loved Paris I could hardly wait to continue my explorations in London.
Since this course is entitled “Art and Architecture in London and Paris” I’m going to start by comparing the architectures of the two cities. As I said earlier, since both cities were founded by the Romans, you would expect to find two city filled with old Roman buildings. The Roman influences can still be seen in both cites but in different ways. One of the main reasons for this, I found out during this trip, is that the buildings in Paris are not as old as you think. Napoleon III rebuilt the entire city in an attempt to make uprising more difficult, and so made the appearance uniform. This means that all the buildings in Paris have very similar architecture. Even newer buildings are built in this style to prevent them from sticking out.
In London the very old is mixed with the very new. Standing next to the remains of the Roman wall is the modern looking Museum of London. On a street corner you can find anything from a McDonalds to a Victorian era house. The centuries of changes are not forgotten in London. Each is represented in some place while still leaving room for styles to develop. To me the conformity of the Paris streets felt suffocating, as if the new were being stifled by the desire to maintain appearances. In London I feel as if the perfect blend has been reached between history and technology. Neither more important, and neither preventing the other from existing.
One of the things I like most about London is the churches. In Paris many of the churches (and not just Notre Dame) are built to be imposing. They tower above other buildings. They are elaborately styled with beautiful stained glass. The churches in London are not lacking stained glass, though arguably its not as beautiful as those in Paris. The thing I love most about the interior of London’s churches is the frescos. Walking in feels like a walking into a jewelry box. Compare this to the bare stone ceilings in the churches in Paris, and it is easy to have an automatic attraction to one over the other. One of the other things that I find particularly pleasing about the church in London is that (with the exception of St. Paul’s and Westminster) the churches are not imposing structures. Instead of large buildings you can see for miles, all you can see is a spire rising slightly above its surroundings. They are breathtaking on the inside, but not overly ostentatious on the outside.
There are a million more differences between the cities, from the transportation systems and museums. I could continue to go on pages about them. Overall, I love London, but I must admit nothing beats the view of the “City of Lights” from the top of the Eiffel Tower.
~Amy Esser
Saturday we went to another fascinating old city called Arles. We saw what remains of a Roman arena and a theater. It’s just amazing that they are still around. We also visited a very small town, Saintes Maries de la mer, that is the site of pilgrimages to honor Marie Salomé and Marie Magdalene, who are thought to have landed there after Christ’s crucifixion. Gypsies also do a yearly pilgrimage there to honor Saint Sarah, their patron.
And then we drank some regional wine (just a taste!).
Sunday we rested.
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First off, I have never walked so much in one day before than on this trip but at the same time I am seeing all the great sights. Every morning my colleagues and I meet in the common room after a hot English breakfast and discuss what amazing place we are going to see. The group is awesome and the museums and churches are so large I always feel rushed out of them in order to meet up at the next one but thats the way it has to be in order to stay on schedule. There is so much culture and history in London and especially Paris. Paris was my favorite of the two cities even though their was a language barrier it really opened up my eyes to how difficult it is for foreigners who I have encountered back home in the states. It just makes me appreciate their will to explore other corners of the world and try to immerse themselves in that environment. It is an awakening experinece to be on the other side of that situation. If it wasn’t for most of the Parisians being able to speak english I would have had an even more difficult time getting around or even ordering a meal in a cafe.
The museums have been such an inspiration to me as far as my artwork is considered. I have so many new ideas and thoughts on what I want my art to convey and how to convey it. For example, I didn’t think I would ever really be one to think about making installations but since I arrived in the U.K. I have seen amazing installations in such museums as the Tate Modern and the Pompidou Centre. I have always had a great appreciation for found art and objects that are generally percieved as junk untill they are all arranged and turned into a creative composition. It’s then that people begin to think twice when they look at a particular object. I love Londons city streets because their is always something that will catch my eye, wether it be a manhole with an interesting texture or pattern or just a pile of tree limbs that fell in a park and would make a great concentration for a still life or something as ordinary as moss growing on rocks alongside a river. This city is full of these sorts of things and I can’t wait to bring these thoughts back to the states with me and lock myself in the studio.
We have also taken several trips to sacred cathedrals, such as St. Pauls in London and Notre Dame and Saint Chartres in France. Visiting these places and listening to guides speak about them with such emotion and consideration for the heartships people went through to errect such gorgeous monuments in the name of the lord was a breathtaking experience. I had an idea of what I might feel when I went to these places in person but when you just learn about them through textbooks you have no idea of how important they truly are. It has been a very humbling experience all around and has given me much to relfect on.
Of course, I have to mention the nightlife in the U.K. because it is incredibly fun and always exciting. Other than the prices of drinks and food it doesnt matter what pub or club you go to you are practically gauranteed a great time. The community in London is very diverse and extremly friendly. You never know who you are going to strike up a conversation with or where they’re from over a delicious pint of their finest local ale. The culture in Paris is like nothing I have ever seen before. Streets are paved in arch patterns and loads of unique little shops line modest side streets where you never know who or what you might encounter just around the corner and it makes it all the more exciting and curious. I am looking forward to the upcoming scheduled events and plays and will be recording all my thoughts in my journal (by the way thanks emily for the journal you got me for christmas it’s perfect). Hopefully I will have more interesting pictures to post in the near future.
-Daniel Ayers
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My first time in France was well worth it despite the dirty looks I got from some Parisians. Seeing the Louve and the catherdals of Notre Dame in Paris and Charte was amazing. I also enjoyed the Arch de Triumph alot and the veiw from the top was great. To see the broad avenues that are a trademark of the city go on seemingly forever is certaintly a site. I recommend using the underground tunnel to access the Arc as opposed to trying to sprint across six lanes of traffic, which was attemped and failed by a fellow student. However, I heard it was successfully completed some time ago by a certain Eckerd Collge professor. Since I was only there for a short time I didn’t experiance too much Paris night life. However, our group did mange to find ‘Wide Open Spaces’ and a bartender from Scotland named David. We also went to a local jazz club as a group which was alot of fun. While in Paris I also fulfilled two of my lifelong goals. One, seeing the Eiffel Tower at night and Two, ordering a Royal with Cheese in a McDonald’s in Paris. I feel more like Vincent Vega already. Coming back to London was a bit of an adventure but everyone managed to arrive back at Gower Street in one piece.- Brendan Kirkpatrick
You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?…A Royale with cheese!
-Brendan Kirkpatrick
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Afternoon excursion to a medieval town situated in the middle of salt marshes, the site of lots of fighting in religious battles (Catholics vs. Cathars; Catholics vs. Protestants) and political ones, too (100 Years’ War = Brits vs. French). Apparently, after killing the British knights, the French could not bury them in the ground, so they stacked them in a tower and salted them to keep them from rotting. Good times…
It was interesting to see tractors driving up hills of salt, native bulls and horses…Fabulous weather, wonderful visit of the ramparts, cookie sampling and buying and then a quick trip to the Mediterranean beach for the sunset. AND a singing and guitar playing guide to make the return trip go faster.
[MMMMMM….COOKIES]
Christina
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Sunday we went to mass at St. Peter’s, no time for a real tour. Monday we toured the Vatican Museums and the Sistine Chapel, again, no time for a tour of the basilica. So, today we altered our schedule and went back to St. Peter’s. Many of us climbed the more than 400 steps to the top of the dome. Fantastic view of Rome, and the sun came out just for us!
Tonight a real treat, a performance at the Accademia della Sancta Cecelia. Mahler’s “Das Lied von der Erde” and a world premiere of another work.
Took our first ride together as a group on the subway, only two lines and very simple. It is so much quicker that the bus, but, so limited. When getting around the city, allow lots of extra time!
Ciao!
Marion
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So we've been in Argentina for officially two whole days and I've already fell in love with the country. The people are nice, the food is delicious, and our dollar is equivalent to 3.8 pesos. Regardless of the heavy argentino "ja" accent, I'm doing well understanding people and every opportunity I get, I am practicing mi español. Alessandra and I living with a woman named Laura who is the sweetest woman in the world. She's a 35 year old doctor and her brother and sister live in the same building. It's a great apartment in downtown Córdoba and walking distance to the school - we've also got wireless internet :) . The only bad part is that its summer time here and there is no air conditioning.
After traveling for 24 hours we were pretty exhausted two nights ago so Laura cooked us a dinner of bistec y ensalada con lechuga, tomate y huevos. The meat was so fresh as was the salad - hay supermercados everywhere and so Laura is able to buy fresh food for almost every meal! For the entire trip, we're going to be on the Atkins diet! Todos los restaurantes sirven carne y no hay otros opciones. Es bueno que yo no soy un vegetariano!
Yesterday we went to the Cascadas Escondidas which was fun and really beautiful. It was an underground waterfall you had to hike to get to. The scenery the entire day was incredible.We started classes today and then went on a tour of the city - we have class for 4 hours every day and than the rest of the day to do what we want! Now we're back at the house just relaxing and uploading pictures etc - maybe we'll do some shopping tonight! I'm excited for Mendoza this weekend!
Adios!
Jamie Preira
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We arrived safely to unseasonably chilly temperatures…Seems like we can’t get away from them! The students are safely and warmly ensconced in their host homes, where they are apparently eating delicious food. Placement test and first classes today, followed by a guided visit of the town. Lots of history and narrow winding streets with hidden cafés and boutiques. So many discoveries to make, so little time!
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I have been in Rome for only 6 days and I feel as though it would take weeks to explain everything I have seen and experienced so far. There is an endless amount of beautiful artwork, sculpture, culture and history. There are so many amazing building still standing that are centuries old. Every place is magnificent and awe inspiring. I would recommend anyone interested in ancient history and astonishing architecture should without a doubt visit this beautiful country. So far we have explored Rome, Pompei and the Vatican. Pompei was a very interesting place, but I won’t suggest visiting while its raining. The Vatican was amazing. Paul, a good friend on the trip, and I were chosen among thousands to be the bearer of gifts. It was an unbelievable experience that will stay with me for the rest of my life. I’m so glad I didn’t screw up in front of the members of the Vatican and the thousands watching. I have also been able to experience Rome’s nightlife, every night. Some friends and I bumped into a Rome Bar Crawl with probably 40 other college kids. Another experience I’ll never forget. I had so much fun partying and dancing in Rome’s pubs and dance clubs. The people running the bar crawl caught a couple pictures of me which I will post. If you would like to see pictures of Rome add me on facebook so I don’t have to post the hundreds of pictures I have taken.
This was some hot Italian bird I was working on
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Finished our 5th day in Rome. Armed with 7 day bus passes, we have seen quite a bit of the city. Went to mass yesterday at St. Peter’s. The pope was doing baptisms in the Sistine Chapel, but did come to his window and gave a blessing. Been raining off and on, but not enough to stop our activities.
Went to Pompeii and was as fantastic as the first time. Had a guided tour by the author of The Families Who Made Rome, Anthony Manjalahti, wonderful.
Marion Smith
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The amount of content on this blog will depend on the availability of an Internet connection in the areas we will be visiting. We will do our best to post as often as possible, but finding an Internet connection (and computers for that matter) will be a challenge.
Thanks for your patience!
Source: Eckerd in Malawi
The amount of content on this blog will depend on the availability of an Internet connection in the areas we will be visiting. We will do our best to post as often as possible, but finding an Internet connection (and computers for that matter) will be a challenge.
Thanks for your patience!
Source: Eckerd in Ethiopia
WTI-4G Service Learning in Malawi, Africa
Doug McMahon
A small hand reaches into yours as you walk to collect water for the day. A smile spreads across that child’s face as she watches you carry the water through the cornfield on your way back to the orphanage. A laugh erupts from that smile when she later gets half-way through the English alphabet that you’ve taught her. These are the moments that make up our day at the Little Field Home, an orphanage that houses and cares for approximately 75 Malawian children. During our Winter Term, we will spend most of our time with the orphans, tutoring English and doing after-school enrichment. We will also spend time in neighboring villages doing medical outreach regarding HIV/AIDS and malaria. Our home for the trip will be the orphanage, giving us an intimate understanding of its workings and culture. If you are looking for a Winter Term that inspires the best in you, this is it.
Source: Eckerd in Malawi
WTI-9G East Africa: Ethiopia and Rwanda Service and Challenges
Professor Brian MacHarg
Travel to the beautiful and exotic countries of Ethiopia and Rwanda where we will explore the social concerns of these regions and how community service might be an appropriate response to such issues. We will meet with various Non-Governmental Organizations (NGOs) working on social problems that are particularly acute in Ethiopia and Rwanda – The after-effects of the 1994 genocide in Rwanda, the remnants of the widespread Ethiopian famine in 1984, as well as current problems of poverty, health and education. We will volunteer with several NGOs that are working on the concerns of the past and present. We’ll also get time to explore these two countries and see sights of cultural, historical and natural significance. Evaluation will be based on participation at site visits to NGOs as well as a written reflective project.
Source: Eckerd in Ethiopia
WT-1A Encountering the Arts in Italy
Marion Smith
Melded from Greek, Etruscan and Roman civilizations, Italian (Roman) culture has influenced Western though, art, music, literature and civilization more than any other. The senses almost reel from exposure to history, architecture, art (Italy is the largest repository of a large percentage of the world’s greatest art). The creativity, craftsmanship, artistic energy that made Italy great is still in full evidence today. We will visit four cities: Rome, Siena, Florence and Venice, and in each of these cultural treasures we will make daily excursions to museums and monuments. We will also attend several live performances of music, including opera.
Source: Eckerd in Italy
WTI-5G French Language and Culture in the South of France
Professor Christina Chabrier
In this course, we explore the south of France while learning French at an accelerated rate. Montpellier is ideal for combining language study with an experience of French culture and history. Its numerous universities contribute to the vibrancy and youth of the population, while its foundations remind one of the oldness of the city itself. It is also a melting pot of cultures, combining French traditions with influences from other countries. In this program, morning language study precedes afternoons of casual conversation or cultural activities. Weekends provide opportunities for longer group excursions to nearby attractions. This course, completed with a passing grade, may be used as part of the Language Requirement or as credit towards the major or minor. No previous French experience required.
Source: Eckerd in France
WTI-1E Science at Sea
Professor Jeannine Lessmann
Professor David Hastings
To a large extent, the fate of the oceans determines the fate of the planet. Understanding the sea’s complexity requires an interdisciplinary approach and in this course we will combine data collection, insights from all aspects of oceanography, and public policy discussion – together with practical skills in nautical science – so students can develop a broader understanding of the sea. On board, you will conduct scientific research, learn celestial navigation, and watch both the sun and moon rise over the open ocean as you operate the sailing ship, a 134 foot, two-masted brigantine. In addition to sailing the ocean, we will make a port stop at Dry Tortugas National Park, and explore the diverse Everglades ecosystems. The shore component at Eckerd College involves academic preparation before the cruise and completion of an independent research project based on data collected on the voyage.
Source: Eckerd at Sea
