In the movie, "The Holiday" Cameron Diaz's character in California swaps homes with Kate Winslet's character in England. They both had hit some rough spots in their personal lives and needed an escape. Although life has been good for me, recently, I too felt I needed an escape. Moving home to Charleston last May, participating in several weddings, and teaching full time was difficult for me. Don't get me wrong...my school is fantastic and I love my students, colleagues, and boss. I love my friends too, and being part of their weddings was an honor, but life was hectic and it was rough for me going back after the carefree year abroad I had in 2011-2012. So hard in fact, that I booked my flight to Ireland just 5 days after school let out for the summer, and I booked my return for just a couple of weeks before school lets back in in August. I decided I'd take my own "Holiday" and I'm actually following quite closely in the footsteps of the two previously mentioned characters.
For a few years now, I've been part of a group for home exchanges. I have had several families from New Zealand, Argentina, England, and the US swap homes with me. Only once have I actually been to any of the homes myself. That was the fantastic trip I wrote about in November of 2011 when my friends Kit and Jamie accompanied me to Tuscany. Fortunately, I'm back in the house exchange business. I'm currently in Galway, Ireland. Mom and I arrived this morning!
Our trip started on Tuesday when my dear sister, T'Lene, drove Mom and me to Charlotte, NC to catch our flight. Charleston doesn't always offer great deals, but we were able to get an inexpensive ticket on Aer Lingus leaving from Charlotte so we drove up a day early. We spent the night in Charlotte on Tuesday, then took a shuttle to the airport on Wednesday morning. We then flew to Boston where we were put on an earlier flight (thank goodness) to Dublin. We arrived in Dublin this morning, Thursday, at about 5:15 and then got a coach (a three hour drive) to Galway. We arrived here without too much trouble and unpacked our things in our new home. You see, for two weeks, the owners of the house in Galway are on holiday with a home exchange in Italy. We're here until they return. We'll actually stay two extra nights once they get back to become better acquainted, and then we'll go on our way for the remainder of our vacation. Next year, the couple from Galway will come to Charleston.
There are many perks to this set up. The major plus is that we don't have any accommodation costs for 13 nights. I pay a yearly cost of about $60 to have access to the home exchange site. There is no more money involved with the swap. We have a car (their BMW) which I've already successfully driven to the market. We have a beautiful house (three bedrooms, four full baths, two living rooms, den, kitchen, a laundry room, and a spacious back garden). We have friends now in Galway for any future visits, and we have peace of mind knowing that we can come and go without lugging our suitcases in and out of hotels and racking up some huge bill for eating out every meal. I already cooked us dinner tonight and we'll have breakfast here in the morning!
It's honestly like I have a second, third, indefinite vacation home all over the world. There is no limit to how many places you go or how you plan your exchanges. It doesn't have to be simultaneous, and in my case, it doesn't even have to be in the same year. In 2011 I had two families visit from New Zealand. I've never been over there, but I know that when I'm ready to do so, I can call them up (or email in most cases) and they'll honor it. Actually, one of the NZ families wrote me earlier this spring and asked if they could go back to Charleston for another visit. If we were to swap again, this would mean I'd have another opportunity to go to New Zealand to stay in their home again. In some instances, like my friends with whom I swapped in Tuscany, the family has more than one home around the world which they swap out, so you might have more opportunities within the one exchange. That family has a place in California too, and I've been invited there as well!
With this exchange, and for a total of three weeks that Mom is with me in Ireland, I've only spent about $300 on accommodations! With some insight into how to do it, the European holiday is quite feasible. I'm thrilled to pieces to be back in Ireland, absolutely delighted to have Mom here to share it with, and excited for the adventures that lie ahead. Thanks HomeforExchange...I couldn't have done it without you!
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Monday, September 3, 2012
True Reflections
When you look into a mirror
Do you like what's looking at you?
Now that you've seen your true reflections
What on earth are you gonna do?
Find some inspiration
It's down deep inside you
Amend your situation, yeah
Your whole life is ahead of you
Your whole life is ahead of you
Those are the first few lyrics of a song written by Boyd Tinsley of the Dave Matthews Band. I'm not sure why at 6 am I woke up singing that song, but it completely fits the situation. My last year or two have been full of reflection.
Sitting in church yesterday morning, the pastor's sermon made me reflect on a few things. His message was titled "Finding Permanent Joy" and its three points are summarized with "Deal with your life's difficulties, understand your life's definition, and establish your life's direction." There are two ways to do each of these things. You can do them the world's way, or you can do them God's way. The point that really struck me was "understand your life's definition" and the fact that the world's way is to allow your life to be defined by its circumstances rather than God's way, which is to realize that those circumstances are just that, circumstances, and to ensure that your life is defined by Christ. The circumstances may change, but Christ's love does not.
My circumstances have changed a great deal in the past year or two. Looking back, moving to Europe seems more of a dream than a reality. It's hard to believe that I had that adventure and it's even harder to believe I'm back in Charleston now, doing what I was doing before. I've been going over it in my head a lot and questioning things, trying not to sound dissatisfied with my life here, because I'm not, but questioning my future. I was speaking to a friend in church yesterday and she said something that I really need to take with me from here on out. She said that I may be back in the same place geographically, but I'm in such a different place because of all I've gained in the last year. No one can ever take away the experiences I had and the knowledge I gained while living in Europe. I know I've said it before, but I am quite different, and although I'm still Hannah, I'm a better version of her.
Do you like what's looking at you?
Now that you've seen your true reflections
What on earth are you gonna do?
Find some inspiration
It's down deep inside you
Amend your situation, yeah
Your whole life is ahead of you
Your whole life is ahead of you
Those are the first few lyrics of a song written by Boyd Tinsley of the Dave Matthews Band. I'm not sure why at 6 am I woke up singing that song, but it completely fits the situation. My last year or two have been full of reflection.
Sitting in church yesterday morning, the pastor's sermon made me reflect on a few things. His message was titled "Finding Permanent Joy" and its three points are summarized with "Deal with your life's difficulties, understand your life's definition, and establish your life's direction." There are two ways to do each of these things. You can do them the world's way, or you can do them God's way. The point that really struck me was "understand your life's definition" and the fact that the world's way is to allow your life to be defined by its circumstances rather than God's way, which is to realize that those circumstances are just that, circumstances, and to ensure that your life is defined by Christ. The circumstances may change, but Christ's love does not.
My circumstances have changed a great deal in the past year or two. Looking back, moving to Europe seems more of a dream than a reality. It's hard to believe that I had that adventure and it's even harder to believe I'm back in Charleston now, doing what I was doing before. I've been going over it in my head a lot and questioning things, trying not to sound dissatisfied with my life here, because I'm not, but questioning my future. I was speaking to a friend in church yesterday and she said something that I really need to take with me from here on out. She said that I may be back in the same place geographically, but I'm in such a different place because of all I've gained in the last year. No one can ever take away the experiences I had and the knowledge I gained while living in Europe. I know I've said it before, but I am quite different, and although I'm still Hannah, I'm a better version of her.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
It's Come to This...
It was exactly one year ago to the day that I flew to Dublin for the most amazing adventure of my life. I was frazzled after spending the night in New Jersey (I gave up my seat on an overbooked flight), but I finally made it to Dublin early on the morning of June 28th. I remember getting to the airport and realizing that I had no luggage (minus my carry on) but it didn't discourage me too much. I was too excited to get to my new apartment, of which I'd only seen pictures. The cab took me to 54 Leeson Street in Ranelagh and I waited to meet my letting agent. I had just one day in Dublin as I was flying out the next morning to teach in England, but I accomplished so much that first day. I ran to several shops to get linens and other necessary items for the apartment, met a friend of a friend for drinks that night, and in a rather intoxicated state, made it back to my studio for my first night as an expat. It seems like forever ago.
I can't recap everything that took place over the past year, but hopefully the blog will help me remember all the adventures I had during that time. It's strange to me, but it's sort of a twiglight zone thing happening here recently. I have spoken with other friends about it, friends who have lived away for extensive periods of time. I know that you have reverse culture shock upon your return to home and I expected it, but I can't quite describe what exactly it is. It's hard to believe that I was gone all that time. It's hard to believe I actually lived in Dublin, and then in Milan. I miss it so much and I find myself yearning to return (more so to Dublin). At the same time, I'm so unbelievably happy to be home. I'm having a fantastic time catching up with friends and family and am constantly amazed by the simplicity of things here (it's much easier to accomplish tasks here) .
I know I have changed in the past year and a half since Dad passed and I can tell you, despite that awful experience, everything since has by far surpassed any dreams I may have had. I am a better person for the time I spent away and I'm thankful, more than you'll ever know, of the friends and family who supported me through it all. I became a calmer, yet more adventurous person. I learned to be more appreciative of what I have and at the same time, to go out seeking more of God's wonders. I am now mindfully aware of the simple blessings bestowed upon us and I try to give credit where credit is due. My personality has changed because, through all my travels, I discovered myself. "It’s a curious thing that happens, it seems when we get to a place where no one knows us, we become most ourselves…trying new things, making new friends, laughing out loud, and dancing in the streets.” Lucky for me, I had the opportunity to do all this and I thank God for making it happen.
So we're left with "It Comes to This..." In certain cirsumstances, that can sound a bad thing, but I am happy to say that I'm not looking back sorrowfully to the loss of my Dad and I'm not living in the year I had abroad or woefully reminiscing about what happened and how I'm here now. "One problem with gazing too frequently into the past is that we may turn around to find the future has run out on us." My future is bright...my life in Charleston is beginning again and it's exciting. I've got lots planned (as usual) and will be quite busy working on several interesting projects. I'm enthusiastic about trips I'm sure I'll take, but I'm also happy to be here in Charleston with loved ones and thankful that those dear friends I met abroad will be part of my life, in one way or another, in the future. In "It Comes to This," "This" is life, and life is looking good!
I can't recap everything that took place over the past year, but hopefully the blog will help me remember all the adventures I had during that time. It's strange to me, but it's sort of a twiglight zone thing happening here recently. I have spoken with other friends about it, friends who have lived away for extensive periods of time. I know that you have reverse culture shock upon your return to home and I expected it, but I can't quite describe what exactly it is. It's hard to believe that I was gone all that time. It's hard to believe I actually lived in Dublin, and then in Milan. I miss it so much and I find myself yearning to return (more so to Dublin). At the same time, I'm so unbelievably happy to be home. I'm having a fantastic time catching up with friends and family and am constantly amazed by the simplicity of things here (it's much easier to accomplish tasks here) .
I know I have changed in the past year and a half since Dad passed and I can tell you, despite that awful experience, everything since has by far surpassed any dreams I may have had. I am a better person for the time I spent away and I'm thankful, more than you'll ever know, of the friends and family who supported me through it all. I became a calmer, yet more adventurous person. I learned to be more appreciative of what I have and at the same time, to go out seeking more of God's wonders. I am now mindfully aware of the simple blessings bestowed upon us and I try to give credit where credit is due. My personality has changed because, through all my travels, I discovered myself. "It’s a curious thing that happens, it seems when we get to a place where no one knows us, we become most ourselves…trying new things, making new friends, laughing out loud, and dancing in the streets.” Lucky for me, I had the opportunity to do all this and I thank God for making it happen.
So we're left with "It Comes to This..." In certain cirsumstances, that can sound a bad thing, but I am happy to say that I'm not looking back sorrowfully to the loss of my Dad and I'm not living in the year I had abroad or woefully reminiscing about what happened and how I'm here now. "One problem with gazing too frequently into the past is that we may turn around to find the future has run out on us." My future is bright...my life in Charleston is beginning again and it's exciting. I've got lots planned (as usual) and will be quite busy working on several interesting projects. I'm enthusiastic about trips I'm sure I'll take, but I'm also happy to be here in Charleston with loved ones and thankful that those dear friends I met abroad will be part of my life, in one way or another, in the future. In "It Comes to This," "This" is life, and life is looking good!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
The Great Adventure
Hard to believe that in a few hours I'll be boarding a plane to head back to Charleston. Harder to believe that I've spent the last 11 months living in Europe. At this time a year ago I was planning an adventure that I had no idea would end up changing my life. I knew I'd see some sites, meet some people, eat some great food, etc., but never in my wildest imagination would I have anticipated all that actually lie ahead, and now as I begin to write something to explain just how blessed I've been along the way, tears are already streaming down my face.
It all goes back to Dad, as you know, who encouraged me to follow my dreams. It also helped that he financially supported my first few European trips with Carol Poole (who deserves all the credit for me getting the travel bug in the first place)! Then, acknowledgement also goes to Mom, for her support before and after Dad passed, and the amazing love she's always shown. That woman is the ultimate. T'Lene and Edgar went above and beyond because, as they didn't necessarily want me to leave and surely didn't enjoy all the favors I asked of them while I was away, they loved and supported me through everything. My amazing friends who missed me yet encouraged me, I couldn't name you all, but you are loved and appreciated. There is also the faculty and staff at Stiles Point Elementary, who were ridiculously supportive before and during. More thanks goes out to all of you that I met along the way, but I'll get to you shortly...
On June 26, 2011 I boarded a plane for Ireland, but en route, was called to work for a company in England, so I flew to Dublin, ran to some shops to buy necessary linens and household items, met a contact I'd only emailed a few times for a drink, slept one night in my new apartment (which I'd never seen before that day), caught a flight to England and taught for three weeks. Wow, that seems like a LIFETIME ago.
I flew back to Dublin and attempted to sort out my life, hoping to get a visa and therefore a job, and wishing I knew more than one person! The magnificent Luke O'Mahony (who you'll remember I met years ago on an EF tour) didn't need me hounding him for advice in both the work and social scenes...I slowly adjusted to the Irish way of life. I don't really even recall my first weeks in Dublin, but that's probably because I spent much of it travelling. First I met two Carolina boys, Ryan and Jonathan, and headed down to Cork. Then I spent a lot of time with Allan in Wales and Scotland. I met Ryan and Jonathan again in Paris (along with Angela) for a weekend and my mom came to visit Dublin for a week. That was just through August!
I think sometime after T'Lene's visit in September and my amazing birthday party with my sister, Jeremy, and all my new friends (Jamie, Tommy, Amy, Jim, Chelsea, Adam, and Josh), I realized there would be no visa and I needed to find some other sort of work. That's when I put an ad on Gumtree (like Craig's List) and was interviewed to babysit for little Ari. I started tutoring Andre. It was near this time that Luke invited me to help at DCU also. Finally things looked good for me...I would have some income.
I kept enjoying weekends with Allan and other friends, like when Beth and Greg came to visit in October. I met more contacts and really felt good about myself, but I was constantly worried about the future because I wasn't making enough to offset the cost of living (and travelling) and I didn't want to go through savings so quickly. I had just written and begun the publishing process for my books, but that wouldn't be enough to help me, at least not quickly enough.
In November, Allan and I called an end to our relationship and I had to deal with the one year anniversary of Dad's passing. I was miserable. Luckily, I had support from Jamie (God knew what he was doing when he introduced us) and the opportunity to visit family of friends down in Brighton Beach, England. Despite the horrid stomach bug we all contracted that weekend, it was a much needed escape and I am thankful to Bud and Eugenie for allowing me to come.
In the beginning of December, I took an amazing trip to Tuscany with Jamie and Kit (who was living in Germany at the time) and enjoyed what I thought would be my last hurrah abroad. I assumed when I went home for Christmas, I'd have to stay. I was really disappointed and remember talking to T'Lene about how much I would let myself down if I didn't return to Europe...it was a goal to stay a year, and I needed to reach that goal. I had to prove to myself I could do it.
Many thoughts went through my head. I had previously considered moving to Wales to be with Allan and to attend school, but that wouldn't work now. I didn't want to come home, but I didn't see a way to stay in Ireland either. Luckily, the Lord had a plan for me and I just didn't see it yet. I had been praying about it and trying to trust Him, but I found it so difficult. That was the hardest part. How do you KNOW what the Lord wants you to do? I asked my pastor and mother for guidance and I'm sure a number of others got an ear full from me during this time.
Something finally came about. Just before I went to Italy with the girls, I put a profile together on a website called AuPair World. I was contacted by several families, but I began talking to one seriously and in early December, the decision was made for me to return to Italy. Now we were talking...I had a chance to continue the adventure abroad!
The next few days flew and on my last weekend in Dublin, at a party with Luke, I met a lovely guy who whisked me off my feet. He was beautiful, and I think that last weekend was a dream honestly...more like a movie than real life. It was nothing but romantic: walks along the sea, staring into one another's eyes...goofy in a way because it didn't seem real. I suppose it wasn't. It was absolutely an amazing way to end the adventure in Dublin though and to give me hope about the future. He even drove me to the airport and toted all my luggage for me, then bought me breakfast and waited for me to pass through security. Thank you, dear Marcin, for being such a gentleman.
It was December 18th, 2011 when I arrived at the Charleston International Airport. I was greeted by my dear sister, Ashley Henson, Amy Freeman and Dave (posters of my man). It was such a surprise. My sister's always so thoughtful. I slept in my own bed that night and was delighted. I visited with everyone I possibly could during the time I was home, but of course, it flew. In January, I packed all my things again and headed to Milan.
I had a terrible flight path from Charleston to Miami, Miami to London, and London to Milan Linate. Luckily for me, the longest flight from Miami to London was a pleasant one. I sat in the middle row with two empty seats between me and the passenger on my left, who fortunately was a nice young guy from England. We chatted until I could no longer keep my eyes open, and exchanged contact info before we exited the plane. My new friend Andy has ensured me he'll come visit in Charleston as he never made it to Milan to see me!
I remember getting off the plane at Linate and waiting hours for luggage that never came, then walking through the doors and meeting Daniele who drove me to the apartment to meet his family. I came through the door and everyone greeted me so warmly. It wasn't awkward in any way; I didn't feel like a stranger in the least bit.
Although I felt comfortable, I questioned my purpose here because I had intended to be teaching English quite often, but at first, I seemed to be a chauffeur more than anything else. As the weeks passed and I learned my responsibilities in the family, I tried to also build a social life. I bonded with Connie (from home but living here) and Katy, met Gianluca, Micole, Alessandro, Charlie, Abby, Gianni and others, relied on dear old Luke again to put me in contact with an English school here, and attempted to make the most of my time. In February, I went skiing with the family in Aprica and to Verona with Katy. In March, I did more small side trips and went back to Dublin for St. Patrick's Day. In April, I spent a week in Hungary (alone but loving every minute of it) and in May, Katy invited me to Morocco to enjoy a Groupon she had procured. Life was uncomplicated, and oh so exciting!
During the time I was actually in Milan, I grew to love the family. I think it was really in the last month that we truly came to enjoy each other's company...it was just in time too, as the days were passing and my departure was becoming a reality. The children, Matteo and Elena, also known as "ME," were entertaining if nothing else! They are bright, creative, funny, loving and playful. I will miss them and I know my house in Charleston is going to be so quiet after living with the two of them. I suggested I record their banter so I can play it when I'm lonely, or when I need a good laugh!
I learned a great deal about myself during this year away from my home, family, and friends. I learned how to be humble for one...God's created a unbelievably stunning world for us to live in and I am honored and blessed to have had the opportunity to travel it, I'm also eager to see more! I learned who my true friends are, and am overwhelmed at how many of you there are! I learned that you can be happy with simple, simple things in life. Please appreciate them all. I learned how important it is to show the ones you love that you do care and that they are valued. I know I am a better person for having taken this trip. I thank God that He allowed me the chance to explore all that I did. I thank God that He never doubted me, even when I doubted myself, and I thank Him for introducing me to some friends that will FOREVER be in my heart. All my love to those of you who made my adventure abroad a memorable one. My appreciation is not enough, my words won't aptly express my true gratitude, but I am honored to have you in my life and I am so grateful for the time we spent together.
So, it's not goodbye, I won't say farewell. It's until next time, until whatever great adventure may be in store, but at this moment...I've got a plane to catch!!
It all goes back to Dad, as you know, who encouraged me to follow my dreams. It also helped that he financially supported my first few European trips with Carol Poole (who deserves all the credit for me getting the travel bug in the first place)! Then, acknowledgement also goes to Mom, for her support before and after Dad passed, and the amazing love she's always shown. That woman is the ultimate. T'Lene and Edgar went above and beyond because, as they didn't necessarily want me to leave and surely didn't enjoy all the favors I asked of them while I was away, they loved and supported me through everything. My amazing friends who missed me yet encouraged me, I couldn't name you all, but you are loved and appreciated. There is also the faculty and staff at Stiles Point Elementary, who were ridiculously supportive before and during. More thanks goes out to all of you that I met along the way, but I'll get to you shortly...
On June 26, 2011 I boarded a plane for Ireland, but en route, was called to work for a company in England, so I flew to Dublin, ran to some shops to buy necessary linens and household items, met a contact I'd only emailed a few times for a drink, slept one night in my new apartment (which I'd never seen before that day), caught a flight to England and taught for three weeks. Wow, that seems like a LIFETIME ago.
I flew back to Dublin and attempted to sort out my life, hoping to get a visa and therefore a job, and wishing I knew more than one person! The magnificent Luke O'Mahony (who you'll remember I met years ago on an EF tour) didn't need me hounding him for advice in both the work and social scenes...I slowly adjusted to the Irish way of life. I don't really even recall my first weeks in Dublin, but that's probably because I spent much of it travelling. First I met two Carolina boys, Ryan and Jonathan, and headed down to Cork. Then I spent a lot of time with Allan in Wales and Scotland. I met Ryan and Jonathan again in Paris (along with Angela) for a weekend and my mom came to visit Dublin for a week. That was just through August!
I think sometime after T'Lene's visit in September and my amazing birthday party with my sister, Jeremy, and all my new friends (Jamie, Tommy, Amy, Jim, Chelsea, Adam, and Josh), I realized there would be no visa and I needed to find some other sort of work. That's when I put an ad on Gumtree (like Craig's List) and was interviewed to babysit for little Ari. I started tutoring Andre. It was near this time that Luke invited me to help at DCU also. Finally things looked good for me...I would have some income.
I kept enjoying weekends with Allan and other friends, like when Beth and Greg came to visit in October. I met more contacts and really felt good about myself, but I was constantly worried about the future because I wasn't making enough to offset the cost of living (and travelling) and I didn't want to go through savings so quickly. I had just written and begun the publishing process for my books, but that wouldn't be enough to help me, at least not quickly enough.
In November, Allan and I called an end to our relationship and I had to deal with the one year anniversary of Dad's passing. I was miserable. Luckily, I had support from Jamie (God knew what he was doing when he introduced us) and the opportunity to visit family of friends down in Brighton Beach, England. Despite the horrid stomach bug we all contracted that weekend, it was a much needed escape and I am thankful to Bud and Eugenie for allowing me to come.
In the beginning of December, I took an amazing trip to Tuscany with Jamie and Kit (who was living in Germany at the time) and enjoyed what I thought would be my last hurrah abroad. I assumed when I went home for Christmas, I'd have to stay. I was really disappointed and remember talking to T'Lene about how much I would let myself down if I didn't return to Europe...it was a goal to stay a year, and I needed to reach that goal. I had to prove to myself I could do it.
Many thoughts went through my head. I had previously considered moving to Wales to be with Allan and to attend school, but that wouldn't work now. I didn't want to come home, but I didn't see a way to stay in Ireland either. Luckily, the Lord had a plan for me and I just didn't see it yet. I had been praying about it and trying to trust Him, but I found it so difficult. That was the hardest part. How do you KNOW what the Lord wants you to do? I asked my pastor and mother for guidance and I'm sure a number of others got an ear full from me during this time.
Something finally came about. Just before I went to Italy with the girls, I put a profile together on a website called AuPair World. I was contacted by several families, but I began talking to one seriously and in early December, the decision was made for me to return to Italy. Now we were talking...I had a chance to continue the adventure abroad!
The next few days flew and on my last weekend in Dublin, at a party with Luke, I met a lovely guy who whisked me off my feet. He was beautiful, and I think that last weekend was a dream honestly...more like a movie than real life. It was nothing but romantic: walks along the sea, staring into one another's eyes...goofy in a way because it didn't seem real. I suppose it wasn't. It was absolutely an amazing way to end the adventure in Dublin though and to give me hope about the future. He even drove me to the airport and toted all my luggage for me, then bought me breakfast and waited for me to pass through security. Thank you, dear Marcin, for being such a gentleman.
It was December 18th, 2011 when I arrived at the Charleston International Airport. I was greeted by my dear sister, Ashley Henson, Amy Freeman and Dave (posters of my man). It was such a surprise. My sister's always so thoughtful. I slept in my own bed that night and was delighted. I visited with everyone I possibly could during the time I was home, but of course, it flew. In January, I packed all my things again and headed to Milan.
I had a terrible flight path from Charleston to Miami, Miami to London, and London to Milan Linate. Luckily for me, the longest flight from Miami to London was a pleasant one. I sat in the middle row with two empty seats between me and the passenger on my left, who fortunately was a nice young guy from England. We chatted until I could no longer keep my eyes open, and exchanged contact info before we exited the plane. My new friend Andy has ensured me he'll come visit in Charleston as he never made it to Milan to see me!
I remember getting off the plane at Linate and waiting hours for luggage that never came, then walking through the doors and meeting Daniele who drove me to the apartment to meet his family. I came through the door and everyone greeted me so warmly. It wasn't awkward in any way; I didn't feel like a stranger in the least bit.
Although I felt comfortable, I questioned my purpose here because I had intended to be teaching English quite often, but at first, I seemed to be a chauffeur more than anything else. As the weeks passed and I learned my responsibilities in the family, I tried to also build a social life. I bonded with Connie (from home but living here) and Katy, met Gianluca, Micole, Alessandro, Charlie, Abby, Gianni and others, relied on dear old Luke again to put me in contact with an English school here, and attempted to make the most of my time. In February, I went skiing with the family in Aprica and to Verona with Katy. In March, I did more small side trips and went back to Dublin for St. Patrick's Day. In April, I spent a week in Hungary (alone but loving every minute of it) and in May, Katy invited me to Morocco to enjoy a Groupon she had procured. Life was uncomplicated, and oh so exciting!
During the time I was actually in Milan, I grew to love the family. I think it was really in the last month that we truly came to enjoy each other's company...it was just in time too, as the days were passing and my departure was becoming a reality. The children, Matteo and Elena, also known as "ME," were entertaining if nothing else! They are bright, creative, funny, loving and playful. I will miss them and I know my house in Charleston is going to be so quiet after living with the two of them. I suggested I record their banter so I can play it when I'm lonely, or when I need a good laugh!
I learned a great deal about myself during this year away from my home, family, and friends. I learned how to be humble for one...God's created a unbelievably stunning world for us to live in and I am honored and blessed to have had the opportunity to travel it, I'm also eager to see more! I learned who my true friends are, and am overwhelmed at how many of you there are! I learned that you can be happy with simple, simple things in life. Please appreciate them all. I learned how important it is to show the ones you love that you do care and that they are valued. I know I am a better person for having taken this trip. I thank God that He allowed me the chance to explore all that I did. I thank God that He never doubted me, even when I doubted myself, and I thank Him for introducing me to some friends that will FOREVER be in my heart. All my love to those of you who made my adventure abroad a memorable one. My appreciation is not enough, my words won't aptly express my true gratitude, but I am honored to have you in my life and I am so grateful for the time we spent together.
So, it's not goodbye, I won't say farewell. It's until next time, until whatever great adventure may be in store, but at this moment...I've got a plane to catch!!
Monday, May 14, 2012
Mad Fun in Morocco
I have been fortunate to have travelled as much as I have in the last year. I've been on three different continents and in 9 different countries. Is that amazing or what? It's been such blessing.
Two weekends ago, I was able to visit Africa for the first time! I only spent a few days in Marrakech, but it was amazing and I will absolutely try and get back to explore more of that continent in the future!
Katy, my new best friend (I love how many of you there are!), invited me to Morocco and she got a Groupon to an amazing resort so we could really live it up. We stayed at the Hotel Kenzi Club Agdal Medina and had everything we needed at our fingertips.
We flew down early on Saturday morning and took an overly priced cab to our hotel. We were in awe upon arrival, and quickly greeted with a hot mint tea. We weren't able to check into our room for a few hours, but the bellman took our bags and we walked towards the pools. It was a beautiful day so we got a drink and sat in the sun, then decided we needed to change into our bathing suits...why waste any time?!
We stayed at the pool drinking our complimentary drinks and soaking in the rays, until it was lunch time. The buffet had a mix of cuisines, but we both stayed away from the Italian section and opted for more traditional Moroccan food. It was amazing. After lunch, we went back to the pool and continued bronzing.
That evening we rested in the hotel room a while then showered and got ready for dinner. We stayed at the hotel and had another great selection at the buffet. We contemplated going in to town that night, but the shuttle wasn't running and neither of us really felt like getting another taxi. It was a laid back day and night, but very much enjoyed. It was funny, but as we both live in small flats in Milan and sleep in tiny little twin beds, we enjoyed the California Queen we had in our room and were quite content watching TV and drinking wine.
We woke up on Saturday morning, had another beautiful meal for breakfast, and scheduled our shuttle to the city center. We wanted to spend some hours browsing the markets. It was an unreal experience. The energy was something like I'd never seen before. By far, Marrakech is the most exotic place I've been. I think I most enjoyed watching all the women dressed in there kaftans and veils ride on the scooters that buzz through town. The streets were lined with beautiful roses and many gardeners were out tending the flowers. The architecture was what you'd expect, but there were tons of demolished buildings and dirt fields where new buildings were attempting to pop up. I don't know much about Marrakech or the economy there, but it seems like they are trying to revamp the place, yet keep the tradition alive. I will say, the people were all very friendly. I really appreciated the amount of hospitality we were shown.
Katy and I tried our hand at haggling and did a pretty good job, getting two "genuine fake" bags. I got talked into a Henna tattoo and Katy was almost roped into having a monkey sit on her shoulder! We ran quickly from this guy. Pictures don't do the city justice, not because of it's overwhelming beauty or anything, but because of the energy and the color. I attempted videoing some of it, but you have to be really careful about that sort of thing as most of the locals won't even allow you to take their photo.
We were only in the center a few hours and then headed back to the hotel for lunch and pool time. I think we were both seriously Vitamin D deprived! That evening, we had a complimentary entrance into the steam rooms and booked pedicures, but unfortunately our schedule didn't allow time for that. We had a lovely dinner again at the hotel and then returned to our room. Our flight would leave the next Morning.
We didn't get a lot of time in Marrakech, as I said, but the resort itself was so nice, I think I would have enjoyed just that. If we had more time, I definitely would have explored the area more. I would have loved to take a camel ride. That just gives me an excuse to go back one day! The girls' trip was just what I needed before ending my year abroad, and I was fortunate to spend it with a great friend.
Two weekends ago, I was able to visit Africa for the first time! I only spent a few days in Marrakech, but it was amazing and I will absolutely try and get back to explore more of that continent in the future!
Katy, my new best friend (I love how many of you there are!), invited me to Morocco and she got a Groupon to an amazing resort so we could really live it up. We stayed at the Hotel Kenzi Club Agdal Medina and had everything we needed at our fingertips.
We flew down early on Saturday morning and took an overly priced cab to our hotel. We were in awe upon arrival, and quickly greeted with a hot mint tea. We weren't able to check into our room for a few hours, but the bellman took our bags and we walked towards the pools. It was a beautiful day so we got a drink and sat in the sun, then decided we needed to change into our bathing suits...why waste any time?!
We stayed at the pool drinking our complimentary drinks and soaking in the rays, until it was lunch time. The buffet had a mix of cuisines, but we both stayed away from the Italian section and opted for more traditional Moroccan food. It was amazing. After lunch, we went back to the pool and continued bronzing.
That evening we rested in the hotel room a while then showered and got ready for dinner. We stayed at the hotel and had another great selection at the buffet. We contemplated going in to town that night, but the shuttle wasn't running and neither of us really felt like getting another taxi. It was a laid back day and night, but very much enjoyed. It was funny, but as we both live in small flats in Milan and sleep in tiny little twin beds, we enjoyed the California Queen we had in our room and were quite content watching TV and drinking wine.
We woke up on Saturday morning, had another beautiful meal for breakfast, and scheduled our shuttle to the city center. We wanted to spend some hours browsing the markets. It was an unreal experience. The energy was something like I'd never seen before. By far, Marrakech is the most exotic place I've been. I think I most enjoyed watching all the women dressed in there kaftans and veils ride on the scooters that buzz through town. The streets were lined with beautiful roses and many gardeners were out tending the flowers. The architecture was what you'd expect, but there were tons of demolished buildings and dirt fields where new buildings were attempting to pop up. I don't know much about Marrakech or the economy there, but it seems like they are trying to revamp the place, yet keep the tradition alive. I will say, the people were all very friendly. I really appreciated the amount of hospitality we were shown.
Katy and I tried our hand at haggling and did a pretty good job, getting two "genuine fake" bags. I got talked into a Henna tattoo and Katy was almost roped into having a monkey sit on her shoulder! We ran quickly from this guy. Pictures don't do the city justice, not because of it's overwhelming beauty or anything, but because of the energy and the color. I attempted videoing some of it, but you have to be really careful about that sort of thing as most of the locals won't even allow you to take their photo.
We were only in the center a few hours and then headed back to the hotel for lunch and pool time. I think we were both seriously Vitamin D deprived! That evening, we had a complimentary entrance into the steam rooms and booked pedicures, but unfortunately our schedule didn't allow time for that. We had a lovely dinner again at the hotel and then returned to our room. Our flight would leave the next Morning.
We didn't get a lot of time in Marrakech, as I said, but the resort itself was so nice, I think I would have enjoyed just that. If we had more time, I definitely would have explored the area more. I would have loved to take a camel ride. That just gives me an excuse to go back one day! The girls' trip was just what I needed before ending my year abroad, and I was fortunate to spend it with a great friend.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Schooled
As you know, I'm a teacher. It's not a title I have because it happens to be my job; it's a title I feel I earned because of my passion. There's not a bone in my body that doesn't have this mark. Even during this year abroad when I've not had the "title," I've said I was a teacher because I am. I teach every day, in one way or another.
Living in Ireland was great, but unfortunately I didn't get to have a classroom there as I expected. I did, thanks to my great friend Luke, get to participate in teaching at Dublin City University. I also tutored in Ireland, as you probably know, so that made me happy.
I came to Italy with the intention of teaching these kids English. I ended up more of a chauffeur than anything else, but we did have our occasional English lessons. I think more of what they learned from me was by my actions than by my lessons. You know how they say that kids are always watching and they imitate their parents? It's the same sort of thing here. I think, whether they know it or not, they learned from me because of who I am. I say please and thank you. I acknowledge them each day. I don't curse, I don't say shut up, I don't insult them. I believe that I set a good example for them and that they have a little seed planted inside them now, that hopefully, will grow. I will say I've noticed a lot more please and thank yous and how are yous in the past few months than when I first came. Yesterday, separately, both kids asked me how my aunt was doing. This was such a sweet thing because my aunt's been very sick with Cancer and in the hospital, so to hear them both, completely unknown to the other, ask this really touched my heart.
I have learned too. I have learned a lot actually. I've learned that no family is perfect, even though I've always put mine on a pedestal. I've learned that we all have skeletons in our closets. I have an amazing family and we love each other dearly, but we were never really touchy feely love kind of people. I don't recall lots of hugs and kisses. I don't remember my parents holding hands except on a few occasions. This may sound completely strange to some of you, but it's what I grew up with. We say "I love you" often and we certainly showed it in other ways, but hugs weren't given out freely. This family is very much the opposite. Quite often the kids (even at 11 and 15) get kisses from their mom. They lie on the sofa with legs intertwined. They are playful in a way I don't recall being with my parents. This is a beautiful thing and I hope I can take the good of their family and mine and one day implement a mixture of these qualities into my own family (God willing I have one).
In a completely different area of schooling I learned something else. This goes back to the teacher in me. I asked and asked if I'd be able to get into Matteo or Elena's schools for observations, lessons, or just to meet the teacher. I was told repeatedly that it wasn't possible. Wouldn't you know my persistence paid off though and I was able to get to Matteo's teacher a few weeks ago! I met with her on a Friday and the following Monday I went to observe classes. I then continued to observe/assist for the following three weeks. I taught lessons in grammar and then finally was invited to do a special lesson of my choice. I chose Gia's adventures in Charleston as a way to segue into a lesson on Charleston itself. Many of the kids had been learning about holiday spots so I thought this was appropriate. The lesson didn't go as I would have really liked, but I had to make do with what I had. You see, the schools here in Milan are very different. Ok, this school is very different, but I'm told they are typical for Italy. I found it to be so strange...
On my first day, I arrived into this 6 story building and headed up to the teacher's lounge. There sat all the "profs" as they are know to the kids. No one goes by "Ms. Salters" for example. Even the kids aren't addressed by their first names, it's always their surname that they are called. The classes are separated by year, which I still don't fully understand. For example, Matteo's in first year (which I would equate to 9th grade) but I think after that it gets a bit confusing. The classes of kids stay in one room all day and the teachers rotate. This means that the "profs" have to carry with them whatever they need for lessons, and from what I saw, it was never much. There were no supplemental materials past worksheets and occasionally a stereo.
As I entered the classrooms, I was amazed at how little I saw. There were one, maybe two, posters on the walls and the rest was bare. There was a white board and above it a small crucifix. There was a platform (about 4 inches high) at the front of the room where a teacher's desk sat, and in it, the teacher remained throughout the lesson. This blew my mind. It's lecture at the most boring level. There is no way I could sit in front of my class and speak to them in this way. I have to be up and moving to keep my energy level high and to keep their attention. How can you possibly monitor if you're not walking around? You can't! The few days I walked through the classes while the prof lectured, I found many kids off task and their assignments either not complete or not correct.
Another thing that flabbergasted me was the use of "interrogations." Yes, these poor kids are put on the spot quite literally where they go to the prof's desk (in front of the class) and are interviewed on a topic from class. This means that the prof gets to know exactly what each student is thinking and understanding, BUT it means that the remainder of the students (20-29 depending on class size) have to sit and listen. What a waste of class time? How can you possibly think it's ok to allow 28 students to twiddle their thumbs for a hour? I understand that they should be listening and perhaps even taking notes on what the interrogation is covering, but let's be realistic here, they aren't! I have so many issues with this method, but obviously it's not my war to fight.
It interests me that the teachers are given so much freedom in the schools here. I showed them the standards I have to follow, which I do believe are a bit overkill, but at least we have guidelines. The profs here choose what they want and teach how they want and thus there is no consistency. Within Matteo's school I did see all three English profs using similar books and lessons, but I think it's because Matteo's prof is quite the leader and the other two seem to follow. I appreciate this because it means they must plan together so they collaborate on some level.
I have to get up on a soap box for a minute and then I promise I'll end this blog. We may have low scores in South Carolina and we may not be known for our success in the classroom across our country, but we know what we are doing at Stiles Point. Our teachers are well educated and well established. We have teaching methods and best practice that would blow some schools out of the water. We're lucky in Charleston County because we have many fine schools. I'm sure I could investigate further and find teachers that "wow" me in Italy, but of the little I observed here, I was not impressed. I can't imagine being a high schooler here and having to sit through hour after hour of lecture. I never saw hands on, I never saw group work (unless I assigned it), and I never saw engaging...never. I believe that education is supposed to ignite an interest in learning, not just from a textbook, but in every aspect of life. These kids, in my opinion, could have cared less. I am not perfect, I am not the best teacher in the world, and I don't know every method for engaging my learners, but I can tell you that my classroom is inviting and I feel pretty confident that my learners "get it." That's more than I can say for what I saw here.
Living in Ireland was great, but unfortunately I didn't get to have a classroom there as I expected. I did, thanks to my great friend Luke, get to participate in teaching at Dublin City University. I also tutored in Ireland, as you probably know, so that made me happy.
I came to Italy with the intention of teaching these kids English. I ended up more of a chauffeur than anything else, but we did have our occasional English lessons. I think more of what they learned from me was by my actions than by my lessons. You know how they say that kids are always watching and they imitate their parents? It's the same sort of thing here. I think, whether they know it or not, they learned from me because of who I am. I say please and thank you. I acknowledge them each day. I don't curse, I don't say shut up, I don't insult them. I believe that I set a good example for them and that they have a little seed planted inside them now, that hopefully, will grow. I will say I've noticed a lot more please and thank yous and how are yous in the past few months than when I first came. Yesterday, separately, both kids asked me how my aunt was doing. This was such a sweet thing because my aunt's been very sick with Cancer and in the hospital, so to hear them both, completely unknown to the other, ask this really touched my heart.
I have learned too. I have learned a lot actually. I've learned that no family is perfect, even though I've always put mine on a pedestal. I've learned that we all have skeletons in our closets. I have an amazing family and we love each other dearly, but we were never really touchy feely love kind of people. I don't recall lots of hugs and kisses. I don't remember my parents holding hands except on a few occasions. This may sound completely strange to some of you, but it's what I grew up with. We say "I love you" often and we certainly showed it in other ways, but hugs weren't given out freely. This family is very much the opposite. Quite often the kids (even at 11 and 15) get kisses from their mom. They lie on the sofa with legs intertwined. They are playful in a way I don't recall being with my parents. This is a beautiful thing and I hope I can take the good of their family and mine and one day implement a mixture of these qualities into my own family (God willing I have one).
In a completely different area of schooling I learned something else. This goes back to the teacher in me. I asked and asked if I'd be able to get into Matteo or Elena's schools for observations, lessons, or just to meet the teacher. I was told repeatedly that it wasn't possible. Wouldn't you know my persistence paid off though and I was able to get to Matteo's teacher a few weeks ago! I met with her on a Friday and the following Monday I went to observe classes. I then continued to observe/assist for the following three weeks. I taught lessons in grammar and then finally was invited to do a special lesson of my choice. I chose Gia's adventures in Charleston as a way to segue into a lesson on Charleston itself. Many of the kids had been learning about holiday spots so I thought this was appropriate. The lesson didn't go as I would have really liked, but I had to make do with what I had. You see, the schools here in Milan are very different. Ok, this school is very different, but I'm told they are typical for Italy. I found it to be so strange...
On my first day, I arrived into this 6 story building and headed up to the teacher's lounge. There sat all the "profs" as they are know to the kids. No one goes by "Ms. Salters" for example. Even the kids aren't addressed by their first names, it's always their surname that they are called. The classes are separated by year, which I still don't fully understand. For example, Matteo's in first year (which I would equate to 9th grade) but I think after that it gets a bit confusing. The classes of kids stay in one room all day and the teachers rotate. This means that the "profs" have to carry with them whatever they need for lessons, and from what I saw, it was never much. There were no supplemental materials past worksheets and occasionally a stereo.
As I entered the classrooms, I was amazed at how little I saw. There were one, maybe two, posters on the walls and the rest was bare. There was a white board and above it a small crucifix. There was a platform (about 4 inches high) at the front of the room where a teacher's desk sat, and in it, the teacher remained throughout the lesson. This blew my mind. It's lecture at the most boring level. There is no way I could sit in front of my class and speak to them in this way. I have to be up and moving to keep my energy level high and to keep their attention. How can you possibly monitor if you're not walking around? You can't! The few days I walked through the classes while the prof lectured, I found many kids off task and their assignments either not complete or not correct.
Another thing that flabbergasted me was the use of "interrogations." Yes, these poor kids are put on the spot quite literally where they go to the prof's desk (in front of the class) and are interviewed on a topic from class. This means that the prof gets to know exactly what each student is thinking and understanding, BUT it means that the remainder of the students (20-29 depending on class size) have to sit and listen. What a waste of class time? How can you possibly think it's ok to allow 28 students to twiddle their thumbs for a hour? I understand that they should be listening and perhaps even taking notes on what the interrogation is covering, but let's be realistic here, they aren't! I have so many issues with this method, but obviously it's not my war to fight.
It interests me that the teachers are given so much freedom in the schools here. I showed them the standards I have to follow, which I do believe are a bit overkill, but at least we have guidelines. The profs here choose what they want and teach how they want and thus there is no consistency. Within Matteo's school I did see all three English profs using similar books and lessons, but I think it's because Matteo's prof is quite the leader and the other two seem to follow. I appreciate this because it means they must plan together so they collaborate on some level.
I have to get up on a soap box for a minute and then I promise I'll end this blog. We may have low scores in South Carolina and we may not be known for our success in the classroom across our country, but we know what we are doing at Stiles Point. Our teachers are well educated and well established. We have teaching methods and best practice that would blow some schools out of the water. We're lucky in Charleston County because we have many fine schools. I'm sure I could investigate further and find teachers that "wow" me in Italy, but of the little I observed here, I was not impressed. I can't imagine being a high schooler here and having to sit through hour after hour of lecture. I never saw hands on, I never saw group work (unless I assigned it), and I never saw engaging...never. I believe that education is supposed to ignite an interest in learning, not just from a textbook, but in every aspect of life. These kids, in my opinion, could have cared less. I am not perfect, I am not the best teacher in the world, and I don't know every method for engaging my learners, but I can tell you that my classroom is inviting and I feel pretty confident that my learners "get it." That's more than I can say for what I saw here.
Where Did the Time Go?
Oh my goodness, it's been almost a month since I wrote anything and not only that, but my time here in Italy is almost over! I head home in just a matter of days (5 to be exact). I have had the time of my life and I've been so blessed to have these opportunities. I have a list of things I want to write about and so I'm going to attempt to post several blogs in the next few days to try and catch you up on all that's been happening and all that I've been feeling. The long and short of it is this:
-I visited Franciacorta Wine Country with great friends
-I taught lessons both on Gia's stories and Charleston, SC to the highschoolers at Matteo's school, Alexis Carrel Lyceo (spent three weeks volunteering off and on)
-I went to Marrakech, Morocco with my dear friend Katy
-I worked on resumes and cover letters with an Italian friend (just goes to show how God puts people in your life for a reason)
-I learned about the most amazing gelatto place just last night!
-I bonded, really bonded, with the kids here (of course just before heading home)
-I was reminded time and time again how lucky I am
-I've been working on some great ideas for Gia and making her a bit bigger than she is (Rick Steves, Foders, etc.)
Now, I doubt I'll get to write a full blog on each of these topics and the other ideas that are floating around in my head, but I'll do my best to catch you up. Stay tuned for more to come!
-I visited Franciacorta Wine Country with great friends
-I taught lessons both on Gia's stories and Charleston, SC to the highschoolers at Matteo's school, Alexis Carrel Lyceo (spent three weeks volunteering off and on)
-I went to Marrakech, Morocco with my dear friend Katy
-I worked on resumes and cover letters with an Italian friend (just goes to show how God puts people in your life for a reason)
-I learned about the most amazing gelatto place just last night!
-I bonded, really bonded, with the kids here (of course just before heading home)
-I was reminded time and time again how lucky I am
-I've been working on some great ideas for Gia and making her a bit bigger than she is (Rick Steves, Foders, etc.)
Now, I doubt I'll get to write a full blog on each of these topics and the other ideas that are floating around in my head, but I'll do my best to catch you up. Stay tuned for more to come!
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