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I did the one thing I said I wouldn’t do during my study abroad this weekend: visit somewhere I had already been.
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I did the one thing I said I wouldn’t do during my study abroad this weekend: visit somewhere I had already been.
I may have a distinct opinion on what the French do and don’t succeed at, but there’s no denying they know wine and how to make it.
“What do you hate about Aix?”
Coming from a huge country like the United States, my mind automatically, and mistakenly, considers France a small country. Consequently, each time we plan a trip inside of France, even in the same region of southern France, I’m shocked that it’s a five-, six- or seven-hour journey.
The Turkish Flagship Center’s culture night and informational event began with a lesson in Turkish dancing. Students got up from tables set up around the room and gathered in the front to watch the instructor.
Turkish Culture Night, presented by IU Turkish Flagship, will introduce IU students to Turkish culture Tuesday night, according to a press release.
Even though I’m halfway across the world, I can’t help but draw parallels between my life in Bloomington and my new life in Aix-en-Provence, France.
In the short time I’ve been abroad, a major lesson I’ve learned is to take the good with the bad.
As another weekend in Aix-en-Provence, rolled around, another opportunity to travel this beautiful country came my way.
My second weekend in France, and the first time since arriving here that I truly had no obligations, called for a little bit of celebration. That obviously meant two friends and I planned a trip to the beach. When in the south of France, eh?
In just five short days since arriving in France, I’ve gone from living out of a suitcase in a hotel room to tanning poolside in my new homestay.
On the drive to the airport, I felt the first hint of doubt about leaving my friends and family to spend 10 months in France.
When I told friends and family of my plans to jet off to Santiago at the end of the semester, I was asked one question more than any other:
I woke up early on Sunday. I got dressed and put on a red-and-white striped dress with white Converse. I did my hair and pulled it perfectly to the side to make enough room on the top of my head for my sunglasses. I filled up my water bottle and walked out the door.
The six-hour time difference was the hardest adjustment for me on Saturday night. April 2 — or, as I refer to it, Aly Day — celebrated the 21st anniversary of my life on this Earth.
Throughout my four months abroad, I have a finite allotment of time put aside from classes. I have two weeks of break during the semester: one for Semana Santa, or Holy Week, leading up to Easter Sunday and then another for Feria de Abril, or the April Fair, which is the biggest celebration of the year in Spain.
Following the recent terrorist attacks in Ankara, Turkey, and Paris, different stories arose expressing the “what if”s of the situations.
Right before I left for Spain, the United States had sent out a travel advisory alert urging U.S. citizens to remain in the country if possible, in fear of the future following the attacks in Paris.
My favorite movie growing up was Walt Disney’s “The Little Mermaid,” hands down. It still is my favorite classic Disney film today.
When people talk about their experiences abroad, they tell you how amazing living in a different country is, and how fun it is to taste the life of a jet setter traveling all the time, but they never tell you how hard it can really be living so far away from your loved ones.