Settling In & Château #1

Posted: January 15, 2015 by mschmitt130 in SU Sponsored: French-in France

What a busy week and a half it’s been! I’ve lost a suitcase, gotten a French cell phone, learned to navigate the tram system in a new city, found a few favorite cafés… All summed up, it might not sound like much, but to me, it feels as though I’ve been here for a month. I still can’t quite believe that I moved in with my host family just over a week ago. Then again, I didn’t quite believe I had arrived in France until I saw Maria at the bus station, so maybe I’m not the best judge of time.

This past week and a half really have been packed full of activities, though. We arrived on January 3, and the next day, we went up to the Bastille in the little red gondolas. They day after that, I got my cell phone, and our program director (not Maria from SU, but Marie from API) took us on a tour of Grenoble and pointed out lots of good places to eat – though I’m not convinced there are bad places to eat here – and we went home with our host families that night. Since then, we’ve had class every weekday, and most of us usually spend our lunch break downtown, shopping or going to cafés, and after our afternoon class, we tend to do the same. I’ve already been to the mall twice (they have an H&M), Monoprix multiple times (it’s like a French Target), and a few good cafés multiple times as well. I’m only just starting to limit my budget: this isn’t a vacation!

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One thing that does make it feel like a vacation is how absolutely beautiful it is here, both in Grenoble as well as in France in general. Last weekend, Maria took us to the Château Vizille, and it was breathtaking (though that tends to be my reaction to all châteaux). It was a beautiful day, and the light was gorgeous. We took a walk around the grounds, and I couldn’t stop taking pictures. We saw swans, heard ponies, and scouted out some spots for future picnics. We also went inside because the château houses the Musée de la Révolution Française, which had a lot of gorgeous art in it. It was incredible to be walking around in a building so full of history. I definitely think I’ll be returning there, because it’s so beautiful, and it’s also relatively close to Grenoble. (It was only about 30 minutes away by bus.)

À bientôt!

Maura

Bonjour! My name is Maura, and I am a junior majoring in French and Interdisciplinary Arts. I will be spending the next 5 months in Grenoble, France, and two weeks in Morocco as part of the French in France program, which is an SU-sponsored program for French majors/minors.
I’ve been studying French for as long as I can remember, so to be able to study it in France is a dream come true. Even so, I am super nervous about it. All of my classes will be in French, I’ll have to speak French with my host family…talk about immersion. It’s a little intimidating, but I know it will be worth it.
As I haven’t actually left yet, I can’t speak to what Grenoble is like or about traveling or anything, but I have a lot to say about the preparation process, especially in regards to packing.
Packing is incredibly stressful. I have to fit everything I need for six months into 2 suitcases (it’s possible to bring more, but it’s really expensive), a carry-on, and a personal item. To give some perspective on how hard that is for me: I filled the bed of a truck with everything I “needed” for fall quarter. Three months, one truck vs. six months, a few bags. Needless to say, it has been quite a challenge. I got a lot of advice about how much I should bring – “pack the bare minimum you think you can live with and cut it in half”, “pack light and buy stuff there”, etc. My problem with this advice is that if I think I packed the bare minimum, how am I supposed to cut that in half? And why would I buy stuff there when I already have it here? I probably still packed too much, but I did try to follow this advice, so I packed a lot less than I started with. Also, I packed a smaller suitcase inside of one of my checked bags, so I’ll have more space on the way home. We’ll see if that pays off.
Until next time, au revoir!

Maura

Easter in Antsirabe

Posted: April 25, 2014 by Kirsti in Non SU: SIT Madagascar

At home in the United States, Easter is one of my favorite holidays with my family; Holy Week and Easter for the Faaren/Ruud household is filled with beautiful worship services and music, traditions I look forward to every year, great food, friends, family, and a certain level of frivolity. This is the second year in a row being away from home during the time leading up to Easter, and one of the only times not being present for Easter Day festivities. Although I was sad to miss this occasion, I have come to know that the next best place in the world to be for Easter is Antsirabe.

For the last part of the study abroad program, all the students conduct independent study projects on a topic of our choosing, in a location of our choosing. I want to be academically challenged and study something related to my major, Political Science, but I’m also in Madagascar and want to have fun. Therefore, I decided to focus my project on the formation of national identity and sources of unity in a diverse country…through the lens of music and dance. I could have performed this particular study anywhere in the country, so I decided to come back to Antsirabe to spend more time in this beautiful place that is rich with family history. It was, after all, my Grandfather’s work with the radio station and music here that initially sparked my interest in my topic of study.

What I did not know until my arrival, however, is that if there was a perfect time and place to study the role of music and dance in Malagasy life, it would be Easter in Antsirabe. Two other students and I arrived the Friday before Palm Sunday, so we were able to watch  the city transform entirely over Holy Week. On Friday, we were three of the very few guests at our hotel and by Wednesday, every room was filled. Apparently, people come from all over the country, and all over the world, to celebrate Easter in Antsirabe for what is, essentially, a week-long music festival. There are performances all over the city by local artists and big name artists from around the country, and people are out in the streets all day and night. By Saturday, many streets were entirely blocked off for carnival rides, food vendors, and stages. The area in front of the train station was turned into an open-air discothèque, and music blasted from speakers from every street corner in the center of town all night long.

During this first week of the project, I was met with an overwhelming willingness to participate in my study by so many people. After just two days of starting the project, I was in contact with an internationally-known Malagasy musician, met several bands after live performances, conducted many interviews, including one with a man who was introduced to me as “the best person in all of Madagascar to talk to about music and dance,” joined a choir, took part in an intergenerational jam session with friends and family of a new friend where I too sang a solo with a jazz band and one of the other students revealed his secret talent for playing the djembe (who knew there were drum circles in Oshkosh, Wisconsin), met with a man who had worked with my grandparents and remembered by Dad as the little boy who collected stamps, and received so many invitations for musical events happening throughout the week that I had to turn some down. And that was just the first two days. It has been a whirlwind.

Easter weekend was a bit hectic with all the festivities in town, but I made sure to do some of the traditional Faaren/Ruud family Easter shenanigans–with a Malagasy twist. We had some other friends from the program come stay with us in Antsirabe for Easter weekend at an apartment we have now moved into at the old Norwegian Lutheran missionary children’s school. It is now owned by the Malagasy Lutheran church and is a “Cross-Cultural Center” aiming to bridge Malagasy and Norwegian cultures. I cooked a big Easter dinner for all of us and served the food on familiarly Norwegian-looking plates. It feels a bit like my Grandmother’s house. My friends humored me by playing some of my family’s traditional Easter games, and we even raised the level of frivolity a bit by wearing sparkly party hats. These hats and Mardi Gras-style masks were sold by every vendor in the street for the Easter celebration and children wore them all over town; some children even wore them to Easter Sunday church services.

We attended a worship service on Easter at the church some of our new friends work for as the pianists and organists. We had met several people from the congregation already either through our various study projects or at the jam session. It was nice to see familiar faces and have people to score us seats and hymnals. Normally on Easter, I struggle through the soprano part of the Hallelujah Chorus in my church choir, but this year, I got to listen to Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus sung by an amazing boy’s choir; these little guys hit all the high notes effortlessly–it was beautiful.

I know that my Grandfather had composed several hymns and choral peices in Malagasy, so every time I am at a church services here, I scan the hymnal for his name but had never been successful. Because there were so many people, communion lasted about 45 minutes; in between singing songs, therefore, I had time to skim through the hymnal a bit. I was sitting next to one of my American friends and he asked what I was doing. I explained, and told him that I had pretty much given up at this point. He took the hymnal from me to perform his own search, flipped a couple pages and said, “Found it.” There it was. Hymn 374. “Hevero, ry Andevom-Pahotana.” G. Ruud. I come from a long line of criers (we prefer the term, “sensitive”), so I can blame genetics for the fact that I teared-up a bit sitting in that pew. The other students, however, were very supportive of this means of expressing emotions and even when we sang other hymns, my friend who found the hymn kept his thumb in the page so I wouldn’t lose it for the rest of the four hour-long service. When the service had finished, we showed the hymn to our pianist friends and although they were not familiar with the song, they were able to sight-read the notes and sing a bit of it for us. They said that the song is beautiful and that they would go home and learn it.

Being here has been one wonderful, surprising moment after another and I have been so warmly welcomed. Not only has this been great for my project and makes the study process very enjoyable, but I feel like I’m also connecting with my family story and making friends. I am so happy I am here.

And next Easter, Faaren/Ruud family, get ready: We’re wearing party hats.

Kirsti

Flash-black, on Monday we went to an orphanage and got to spend an hour and a half with some of the cutest girls in Tijuana. It was overwhelmed to think that the sweet and energetic girls we were playing with came from some of the most difficult backgrounds fathomable. It was nice for everyone to have a break and just have a chance to play.
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Flash-back to yesterday. We went to I think my favorite visit of the trip, La Casa de la Immigrante. This is a place from men who have been deported or are about to cross the border to move to the US. It really impacted me how desperately these men wanted to be in the United States despite how depressive our immigration system is. They would do anything; even risk their lives. It shocked me that just because I was born in the United States, I automatically had a step up in life. It made me want to know and understand more about border and immigration issues.

The adorable photo bellow was taken after about 6 hours of work. The rebar we are standing on was the tedious preparation we did today in order to be able to pour a cement roof tomorrow. At the beginning of the week, the plan was that we would visit a Maquilla in the morning and most likely not have enough time to work at a site during the afternoon. As plans usually go in Mexico, this idea changed and it ironically became our longest day of work. We arrived in Valla Verde at around twelve thirty starving. We began work anxiously awaiting lunch. Paul told the women in the village that we could do quick sandwiches but they refused, saying this was not good enough. The wait was worth it when we saw the quesadillas, salad, beans, and fresh guacamole they had prepared for us. Another perfect example of the hospitality we have been shown each day here in TJ.
I am embarrassed to say that when Paul offered the idea of quitting early or finishing up the job, I wanted to quit. Thankfully, I was out numbered and we finished the whole roof. After we were done I know our hard work made the family’s dream of a home that much closer. As we drove away the family, along with many other community members, waved frantically and smiled as we drove away. The expressions on their faces made all those hours of work worth it.

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Blood, Sweat and Cement.

Posted: April 3, 2014 by sueducationabroad in U.S - Mexico Border: Contemporary Perspecti ves

Yesterday, we worked for seven hours pouring cement on a roof. It took fifty volunteers, eight children, and about six skilled carpenters. I lifted, I pushed, I pulled, and I marveled at our combined strength. When it was finished I looked around at the group leaders and all the volunteers around me, all weatherbeaten, all red, and all smiling in triumph.

Now that it’s all said and done I have fourteen cuts on my hands, and when I move to stretch I can feel my dry skin resist the movement. My back aches and my glutes are on fire, although I am secretly grateful for the burn, seeing as summer is coming up. But when I saw what we accomplished, what I accomplished, I smiled back at all the people around me. I feel inspired, I feel empowered, and mostly I feel awe struck.

I feel inspired by all the people around me; from the volunteers and staff who have dedicated their life and time to this work, to all the locals that I have encountered; who are stronger, kinder and better cooks than I ever could have imagined.
I feel empowered by the vision that drives this foundation. This organization is so multifaceted and I find myself amazed at its ability to extend itself into so many parts of the community. Lastly, I find myself in awe at the people that I have been surrounded by and the amount we’ve been able to accomplish. My time in Mexico has disproved all my previous notions about the culture, the issues and the people, and for that I am grateful.

Kyla

It’s hard to believe that it’s already Friday. The beginning of the week seemed to go so slow, but now I am wondering where this week went. Today we went back to our original worksite for our final half day. I spent the first part of the morning digging a trench and ended up getting yet another blister on my hand. I then spent the rest of the morning tying wires and rebar in preparation for the rest of the construction of the house. As per usual, it was only yesterday that our group really began to feel like a team just as the trip is coming to an end. The family cooked us a lunch of delicious Carne Asada, beans, quesadillas, and some other food that followed the trend of the rest of the week- that I didn’t want to stop eating. Today we got to bring a little something for the families as far as food goes. We brought Choco-flan and a piñata to share with the family and their friends. We got to share an hour or so spending time with the families to just talk and learn from each other which was our main goal originally. As this trip comes to a close, I know that I have learned a lot about community and how important and even critical it can be. This community can be within a neighborhood, a city, or state and I know now that I have been and will continue to be a part of the global community. The act of doing something good for a neighbor, friend, or someone you have never met is something that must be experienced and cannot be translated into words. So, as we Neosporin, bandage, and lotion our wounded hands, we are armed with knowledge that we need in order to continue to form the larger community in our own back yards and in the rest of the world.

Mallory

>When I think about Mexico, I come up with ideas for sightseeing, warm, sunny, nice weather, and beach. My images of Mexico are something colorful like this picture. This is Esperanza building where we stay. It’s pretty, isn’t it?
メキシコときいて何を思い浮かべますか?
きれいなビーチ、陽気な人々、テキーラ、ほとんどの人が旅行や観光、バカンスに関するイメージを持っていると思います。
日本でメキシコと聞くとカラフルな建物の写真を見る機会が多いなではないでしょうか。
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(Where we lived)
There are so many places that represent so-called Mexico, for sightseeing spots.
Today we went to one of those places, Puerto Nuevo!
We enjoyed shopping.
We ate shrimp and fish tacos, those were really good! The Beach was beautiful.
今日はそんな観光地の一つとして知られるプエルトヌエボへ行ってきました!
スナックショップや小さなお土産屋さんが立ち並ぶマーケットで買い物を楽しみました。(ブランケットがなんと1000円で手に入ります、値切りが得意ならとっても楽しい場所です、恥ずかしがらず値切ってみましょう!日本ではなかなかできない
ですよね…メキシコならできますよ!)
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But don’t forget that those places are just one part of Mexico.
Sometimes, buildings are not colorful and
we don’t see any fancy things. There are rocky and sandy roads and garbage.

楽しい観光地はたくさんありますが、一歩場所を変えると景色ががらっと変わります。
メキシコのカラフルなイメージから一変、舗装されていない道やゴミが目につきます。
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Some people might be surprised how Tijuana, Mexico looks.
This is a photo of the second day in Mexico, it looks shows a different side of Mexico.
When you visit Mexico, of course it’s good to visit places for sightseeing. But please visit local places, you can see and know how Mexican people live their life.
Some places are sometimes dangerous, so please visit those places with people who are familiar with Mexico.
But don’t be afraid, Mexican people are very kind and cheerful!!

メキシコ=カラフルで陽気なイメージだけを持っていましたが、ここにきてメキシコの違った一面を見ることができました。
日本では見ることができない景色が広がっています。メキシコを訪れた際には観光スポットも良いですが、少し足を踏み入れて日本とは違った環境を見てみてくださいね。
もちろん安全な地域ばかりとは限らないので、十分気をつけて。
危険な地域もありますが、メキシコの人は陽気で優しいですよ!

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