Easter travels, part IV: Praha (continued)

I just couldn’t wait to share more photographs of the lovely city of Prague with you!  Especially when the alternative is to continue revising.  I think I deserve a break, right?

Inside the Katedrála St. Víta (St. Vitus’ Cathedral), the seat of the Archbishop of Prague. I keep using the same adjectives to describe the cathedrals of Europe, but each of them is truly magnificent. Work on this one began in 1344. What history!

There was an entrance fee to go past where the rope is, just before the pews begin.  This broke my heart, because I’ve never heard of their being an entry fee to a house of worship.  This opened my eyes to the lack of widespread, strong faith in the Czech people.  I’m not certain why this is, but I’m glad that there is still a Christan presence and that the government is still committed to preserving this magnificent cathedral.

I was stunned by the view of morning sunlight streaming through this stained glass window in St. Vitus, overlaying the wall next to it with vivid colours.

Bazilika Sv. Jiří (St. George’s Basilica). I don’t think I have ever seen a church painted such a vivid colour before; I love it! This was originally built in 920, expanded in 973, and rebuilt following fire in 1142.

This was the street sign for a pedestrian crossing; every time we saw one I grinned, because it reminded me of Billy Joel’s song, “Piano Man.” All I can see when I look at it is a man dancing on giant piano keys!

The next place we explored was the Karlův Most, or Charles Bridge, which was built in 1357!  This is the most famous bridge in Prague; dozens of beautiful old statues, many of saints, line the entire bridge for pedestrians.  Local artists and craftsmen dot the entire length, displaying and selling their work.  I stopped at many of them to admire the jewelry, paintings, or other pieces, and everyone I talked to was quite friendly whether they spoke English or not.  Fortunately, I at least know how to say hello, good day, please, and thank you in Czech [thanks to my wonderful voice teacher at Erskine, Ms. Svatonova, a native of Prague]!

A collage of a dozen of the statues that line the Karlův Most.  Scott laughed at me because I spent several minutes in front of every single statue admiring it.

This bridge had a place specifically for lovers to add a lock, just like the bridge in Paris. I love seeing symbols of love like this!

Despite how little sleep I had the previous two nights, how long I had already been awake, and how cold I was, I was still so excited to see everything! This is at one end of the bridge, near a super old tower.

This was my favourite part of the bridge. It dates to 1628.

A series of plaques in English, Hebrew, and Czech beside The Calvary explains the Hebrew on the statue:
” The addition to the statue of the Hebrew inscription and the explanatory texts from 1696 is the result of improper court proceedings against Elias Backoffen, who was accused of debasing the Holy Cross. The additon of the Hebrew inscripton of the words of the prophet Isaiah, “Holy, holy, holy is our Lord of the multitude,” which represent a very important expression of faith in the Jewish tradition, was intended to humiliate the Jewish community.”

A detail of the crucifix. This photograph brings tears to my eyes nearly every time I see it; I can’t explain why but it really touched me.

This was my second favourite part of the bridge.

The Latin inscription underneath this reads,
“O vos omnes, qui transitis per viam, attendite et videte, si est dolor sicut dolor meus.”

We finally made it to the other side of the bridge! It probably took us an hour in total to make it across, mostly thanks to me taking so much time to look at everything. It was entirely worth it though!

Scott and I had a late lunch at Lokal, which gave me heart-shaped sugar…cubes?…with my drink. The waiter was super friendly, recommending good combinations of traditional food. I had fried cheese with homemade tartar sauce and a side of buttered potatoes. Sounds like an odd combination but it was delicious!

This is the restaurant we ate at, Lokal, which boasts of being the narrowest restaurant in Prague. I believe them! I took this standing several metres in from the front door, looking toward the back.

The façade of a building in Prague (not certain which one, though I know where it was). Almost all of the older buildings were ornate like this and often quite colourful.

I have so many more photographs and stories to share with you, but I need to spend some time revising before our hall’s Valedictory dinner this evening.  I was sort of nominated to give a speech, so that will definitely be improvised.  We’ll see how it goes!  I am looking forward to it though.  I also want to wish a huge congratulations to all of the 4th year students at Erskine who finished their last undergraduate classes today!  I wish you all the best as you finish out your semester and take your final exams.  Less than 10 days left! I am praying for you all.

Easter holiday, part III: Praha

Good afternoon! I am quite a happy panda right now, as I submitted my final paper for the semester yesterday.  I still have loads of revising to do, but I am taking a bit of a break to…write more?!  Yep, that’s accurate.  But I am so excited to share more photos of my travels with you, so I will continue where I left off!

The next leg of our holiday travels was an overnight bus–yes, the second in as many days–from Paris to Prague.  This bus was through a company called Student Agency.  We dozed off and on through the evening and into the night; it was fun hearing all of the announcements in three languages.  I think the worst part of the trip, though, was arriving in Prague almost an hour earlier than scheduled.  So instead of arriving around 6.30 AM, we arrived at 5.40 AM at a rather ugly bus station.  I won’t speak for Scott, but I was half asleep, freezing, and hungry; and between the two of us we still spoke few words of Czech.  To be honest, my first impression of the city was not a very positive one.  This was exacerbated by our first adventure in the city.

Our first goal in Prague was to find our way to the train station to store our luggage for the day.  Unfortunately, we had but a faint idea of how to get to the train station.  Using that faint idea, we set off in that direction.  It was still well before 7AM and there were few people on the streets, but we came upon a kindly looking older woman.  She spoke no English but we pointed to the map and asked the name of the train station (pronouncing it as well as we could).  She smiled broadly and started talking excitedly in Czech, pointing the way for us.  We thanked her as best we could and set off again.

After walking for awhile, we spotted in the distance a building that looked like it could possibly be a train station.  We headed toward that, our spirits somewhat lifted.  Upon getting closer, however, I became a bit uneasy.  We crossed the tram tracks and neared an old, pale green building behind what appeared to be an abandoned fairground.  Beside it was the edge of a wooded park which was silent except for the footsteps of a passing runner.  Despite a protestations from me, we started up a long drive around to the building.  As we got closer, we realised for sure that we were in the wrong place.  The green building was the zoo, not the train station.  The entire situation honestly seemed like the opening scene of a horror film, and I was quite glad to be getting back to civilisation!  We stopped to re-consult the map at the nearest tram stop and realised we had veered off at some point in the wrong direction.  Luckily, we found a kind young man who spoke English and pointed us along the right way.

After we finally got our luggage stored and some money converted, we headed up the hill to the Castle and Cathedral.  We got there  before 8 AM, in perfect time to see the changing of the guard at the hour.  We were the only people on the square apart from those working in the Castle and surrounding buildings and the sun was still coming up!

I will tell about the rest of the day in the photographs below as well as in the following blog post.  A few of the photos were taken by Scott.

The sun was still rising as we walked the last bit up the hill to enter the Castle gates. This is looking toward Katedrála St. Víta, or St. Vitus Cathedral.

 

The courtyard of Pražský hrad, or Prague Castle. It was so peaceful, cold, and beautiful!

We spent a good bit of time in this area in front of the Castle gates, just taking everything in. I have seen few sunrises as pretty.

 

This is the best photo we got of the flag that flies over the Castle.

Of course, I had to pose with one of the royal guards! We later heard one that was off-duty giving directions to some tourists. Scott and I were trying to imagine how cold they must be, standing there for an hour at a time in literally freezing temperatures. We were so cold ourselves, and able to move around! Their noses were quite red by the end of the hour, bless them.

Scott and I spent about an hour walking around Castle Hill, admiring the buildings and views and finding so many interesting places along the way.  I couldn’t tell you how many photographs I took, and it was quite difficult deciding which to share.

This was probably my favourite view of Praha the entire day! I love everything about this picture, from the red roofs and bits of snow to the church steeples and the hills in the distance.

One of the churches in the area around Castle Hill. The Czech Republic as a whole is not very religious, but Scott and I enjoyed spending a bit of time in every church we visited praying. It was an awesome experience!

 

Vojenský kostel sv. Jana Nepomuckého (military church of St. Jan Nepomuk);
This was a smaller church but quite lovely. It was early enough that Scott and I were the only ones in there, which was nice. This is perhaps one of the most peaceful churches I have ever been fortunate enough to spend time in.

I think this post is long enough, so look for more photographs in the next post! xx

Easter holiday travels, part I: London & Paris

I promised to tell you about my spring holiday adventures, and here they begin!  Our two full weeks of holiday began after classes on 15 March and I travelled from 16-29 March with my friend, Scott.  Six friends met us in Germany almost a week in, but that is for a later post.

The first leg of our trip began around 7.30AM on a Saturday (horrid time to be awake, I know) when we left our hall for the bus station.  We took a double-decker bus down to London [front-row view on the top deck!] and as we neared the English border we saw the first of a lot of snow on the trip!  This Southern lass was quite excited.  One exciting part of travelling with Stagecoach is that their buses have free WiFi access for passengers.  Chatting with friends and tweeting (and revising, of course!) make the time go much faster.  We truly are 21st century university students…

Me and Scott on the double-decker to London, early in the morning. We look much more awake than we felt!

The sky views we were treated to along the way (when it was not precipitating) were breathtaking!

We arrived in rainy London for a late dinner and then had a couple of hours to walk around before catching our next bus.  Scott, who used to live just outside of London, led the way to Buckingham Palace, which is quite impressive even at night.

Buckingham Palace at night–massive and beautiful!

posing in front of the Victoria Memorial, across from the palace.

That was about all we had time to see before we had to make our way back to the bus station.  The next leg of travelling was an overnight bus (single deck this time) to Paris.  Scott and I managed to get the front seats again (more leg room!) and spent the first quarter hour or so laughing because the bus driver was sarcastic and quite the joker.  After we settled in and set off, we tried to get some sleep.  Unfortunately, buses stop every few hours.  We also had to cross the Channel, which ended up being a bigger adventure than anticipated.  We arrived in Dover after 23.00 and, after going through border control (another passport stamp!), found out that we had to wait an extra couple of hours to cross on the ferry.   We all hung around in the terminal or on the bus in varying degrees of sleepiness.  Finally, a bit after 2.00,  we boarded the ferry.  Whatever idea I had in my head of the ferry was shattered when I realised how absolutely massive the ship we were on was.  There were hundreds of people on board; we all found a couch or window seat to curl up and nap on.  A couple of hours later we arrived in Calais, re-boarded the bus, and were on our way.

We arrived in Paris fairly early in the morning and Scott and I set off to explore Paris!  The fact that it was cloudy and a bit drizzly just added to the romance of the beautiful French city.  Our first stop was the Arc de Triomphe, then we stored our luggage in the train station and continued our wanderings.  Following, and the next blog entry, are selected photographs from our day:

Le Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile on a rainy day. So impressive.  There is no way to cross the massive roundabout above ground, so there is a tunnel under the street to get to the centre.

Looking up…so many details over every bit of it!

Tomb of the unknown soldier, with an eternal flame. I was happy to see so many flowers and wreaths placed in memoriam.

Le Porte Saint-Denis in the middle of Paris; we saw so many gorgeous old detailed arches.

The Conseil d’Etat (Counsel of State)–a very impressive government building.

 

missing in action.

Happy…May Day?!?!

Time flies when you’re having fun; there’s no other way I can describe the past month! Several of my friends are on the hall committee, and consequently I’ve been involved in helping with some hall events recently.  I also spent the first three weeks of April rehearsing for a performance with the Gilbert & Sullivan Society, which was an amazing experience.  I met dozens of fun, interesting, and incredibly talented people and got to formally sing for the first time this semester.  Though it was a bit hectic learning over a dozen songs in about 2.5 weeks, every moment was worth it.

The performance itself went so well–I was struck several times on- and off-stage by the energy and joy radiating from everyone in the cast.  I challenged myself musically, as I had previously sung very little G & S.  In addition to being a member of the chorus, I was Marta in “Do Re Mi” from The Sound of Music, Mona (“Lipschitz”) in “Cell Block Tango” from Chicago, and Edith in “Climbing Over Rocky Mountain” from Pirates of Penzance.  My biggest challenge, though, was getting ill a couple of days before dress rehearsal.  I woke up the morning of the performance with a cough and barely any voice; I proceeded to spend the entire day drinking tea, eating spoonfuls of honey, and trying not to talk.  It turned out so, well, though, and the audience was incredibly receptive and engaged.  Owl Eyes, the student magazine of St Andrews, published some photos here: http://www.owleyesmagazine.com/gallery/night-musicals.

A few days after the performance, I had a paper due for my Scottish Music module.  The day it was due was one of those gorgeous Scottish summer days that make all of the cold, rainy ones entirely worth it.  Unfortunately, I was stuck inside sick and trying to write a paper.  My academic dad decided that I needed a break from my essay, so he came over after dinner and brought Ben & Jerry’s ice cream and some excellent music.  We went outside and swing danced barefoot in the grass for about an hour, taking a break to enjoy some ice cream.  It was by far the best study break I’ve ever had!

I’m not sure that I’ve explained academic families yet, so let me do so now.  Academic families are a St Andrews tradition; upperclassmen (some starting in 2nd year, others in 3rd or 4th) “adopt” incoming freshers during the first weeks of classes.  JSAs and JYAs (Junior Semester or Year Abroads, aka study abroad students) often get adopted as well.  Some people adopt singly, others choose to adopt with a friend of the opposite sex like my “parents” did.  My mum is my English friend, Laura, who is going into her 2nd year as the president of Swing Dance Society.  She’s so wonderful!  My dad, as I mentioned above, is my Belgian friend, Lawrence, who is treasurer, and now vice president, of Swing Dance Society.  He’s pretty great, too.  I met both of them through dancing, and most of the time when I see them that’s what we’re doing!

Lawrence and Laura, my academic parents, swing dancing outside of the Library

another angle; we were selling tickets for our ’600 Minutes of Swing’ Speakeasy.

Another highlight of April: I cooked, by myself, for the first time!  Though I’ve done a good amount of baking in my life, I never did much cooking before I came to St. Andrews.  But we have to fend for ourselves every Saturday and Sunday evening for dinner, so we do a lot of cooking in the hall together.  In the middle of a paper for psychology, I decided that my break would be to challenge myself and cook solo.  A friend picked up some groceries for me while in town and I made myself some chicken fajitas.  I was so surprised–they were delicious!! I wish I had access to more spices here, but I thoroughly enjoyed it (as did a few friends: I made way too much for just myself!).

My first time ever cooking by myself was a success!

I’m off to go meet with a professor, but I have so many more stories to tell you (like dancing for 10 hours straight)! And don’t worry, I promise I have not forgotten about sharing photos and stories from my Easter holiday travels.  I will write soon; it’s week 1 of revision and I know I will want study breaks!

Memories of March (first half)

It is almost impossible to believe that it has been a month since my last blog entry! Granted, my last 2 weeks were spent travelling Europe over the Easter holiday, but even still I am reminded yet again of how quickly my time here is passing.  However, there is good news from this: I have so many photographs and stories from the past two weeks that I will have no problem writing at least half a dozen blog entries.

But for now, there is so much to write about: where to begin?!  I celebrated my 21st birthday on March 10 by spending the weekend with friends in hall and in town.  Though my birthday was Sunday, I stayed up entirely too late on Friday and Saturday nights talking and having fun.  Every college student knows how great late-night conversations are, whether they turn silly, intellectual, introspective, or some combination of those.  Saturday night we also had a party in the Melville MCR (middle common room), complete with speakers for the music and a friend who volunteered to DJ.  After that we went out to the Union and I enjoyed a lovely rendition of the Happy Birthday song in my honor at midnight.

My beautiful friend, Molly! She’s another JSA from the South (by way of Chapel Hill).

AHH! I’m turning 21! I really appreciate that I have friends who are as silly as I am, and I love any chance to goof off with them! (pictured with me are my Polish friend, Martin, and my Scottish friend, Aaron.)

One of my best friends here, Vyome. He really never fails to make me smile, and although he loves to joke around he often surprises us with very introspective questions or observations. I will never be able to hear an Indian accent without thinking of him.

Although I have spent the last few years away from home on my birthday, it was still a bit difficult to be so far away from my family on a big day like that.  I think the first homesickness I felt was a few days before my birthday when I was just sitting down to lunch in the dining hall.  I had picked up 2 cards from my post box on the way up to eat and decided to open them at the table.  Seeing my families’ handwriting and reading their words sent a pang straight to my heart and I couldn’t help but shed a few tears.  Of course, as a result of this my friends inquired and upon realizing that my birthday was soon, made plans to help me celebrate.  Despite being away from home, I was surrounded by people that I love and who love me and I wouldn’t trade this for anything.

Another fantastic part of my birthday: it snowed!!  Okay, so there were really only flurries on my birthday, but the next morning we woke up to several inches of gorgeous white covering.  It continued to snow throughout the day, which was glorious.  On Sunday, though, the weather was … well, there’s really no other way to describe it than “crazy.”  There were clouds and there was sun.  It snowed, hailed, sleeted, and precipitated little white balls that reminded all of us Americans of Dippin’ Dots.  We walked into town and were covered in snow by the time we arrived, yet in town it was sunny and no one had snowflakes covering their coats and hair.  The wind was quite lively that day as well.  Every time I looked outside I got giddy like a child.  This Southern girl loves snow (and experiencing unusual weather patterns)!

Going back in time a bit, the weekend before my birthday was quite enjoyable as well.  Friday night (1 March) I was feeling quite blue because I received an email telling me that I was not accepted for a summer internship that I was really hoping to do.  One of my best friends at St Andrews saw me looking sad and decided that I needed to come have fun that night, so we went with a group from Melville to the Geek Bop at the Student Union.  The Union hosts a Bop every Friday night, sometimes themed and sometimes not.  Let me tell you: St Andrews students are some of the biggest geeks you will ever meet, and they are quite creative at coming up with costumes.  I danced for probably 4 hours that night and had a really great time.  I am amazed that I was able to do so, considering that the night before I had gone to an event hosted by Swing Dance Society and danced there for about 6 hours straight.  One of the things I miss most when I’m at Erskine is being able to dance a lot, so I am grateful for every opportunity here to dance (and there are SO MANY!).

BATMAN! taken by my friend Cory Faniel.

Saturday I spent the afternoon exploring the Cathedral ruins with my friend Aaron and two adorable little boys that we met there; we then continued along to Castle Sands, which is the beach below the Castle ruins.  I accidentally got my Toms soaked in the North Sea–it was frigid but worth it!  (The water was freezing, but it was less than 10°C that day and I was quite warm in just a sweater.  This Southern girl is acclimating to the cold quite well!) We then returned to Melville and made possibly the best enchiladas I have ever tasted.

I just like this picture, and I love the Cathedral.

This gives you a slight idea of the massive size of this Cathedral; I’m so glad that some of it remains standing even today. I get chills walking along where the aisle would have been, imagining hundreds gathered to worship our Saviour.

I just think this is a cool picture; Aaron and I had fun clambering around and on the ruins and exploring.

taken looking up through the branches at St Rules tower, the oldest part of the Cathedral. It’s staggering to think about how much history happened in the footsteps where I now walk.

I’ve truly never seen anything that compares to the skies of Scotland; this view from the Cathedral is no exception. What a gorgeous masterpiece–thank you Lord for your artistry!

I wear my Toms everywhere, and I know that countless Erskine-ites do as well. Here is proof that they have walked through ancient ruins.

That is probably most of the main highlights from the first half of my March, albeit somewhat out of order.  I am amazed and grateful each day for the opportunities and experiences I have had here, the ways that God is challenging me each day, and the friendships that I have made and continue to strengthen.  I enjoy looking back and realizing the random circumstances that led me to different friends, but I cannot imagine my semester without any one of them.  I truly believe that I have learned more about myself in the past 2.5 months or so than I have in my first 2.5 years of college, which is saying something!  It breaks my heart to think about leaving in a couple of months and to remember that I will not be returning in the fall, but I try to avoid thinking about that if at all possible.

Well, I have lots of homework to do, and a ridiculous number of photos to sort through so that I can share holiday sights and stories with you in future posts!  My first  holiday blog will be about Paris, just to get you excited.  Until then, God bless and happy Easter season! Christ is risen–Alleluia!

St Andrews: photos of February

Every day I spend in St. Andrews I thank God for the beauty of this place.  I see the creative work of His hands in every sunset, every building, every person.   This town is filled with history and memories, filled with the experiences of the countless souls who have lived, loved, and died here.  I have taken well over a thousand photos in a little over a month, but I wish I could capture moments.  I was sitting in the Cathedral ruins with a friend the other day, and I remarked that I wished I could paint the moment we were in.  It’s more than the hues of the clouds against the texture of the stone, more than the colors.  Moments are so precious, and memories are made by taking in each detail, each sensory experience.  Pictures can never encompass the exact feeling of the breeze on your skin, the sunshine warming your skin, the smells in the air, or the feeling of an ancient kirk (church) beneath your fingertips.  Pictures cannot capture emotion the way your heart can.

You may notice over the semester that I post a lot of photos of the sky.  For some reason, the sky here is so much more beautiful to me even than that of home.  The clouds have a different quality that I can’t explain, and the colors never fail to delight me.  It’s simply mesmerizing in a way that even the most perfectly-timed picture cannot fully express.

Below are some moments and sights which have stuck in my mind from the past month.  Some descriptions are longer than others, but I have included in the captions the reason why each moment is stuck in my mind.

This is a close-up of a gorgeous old piano in one of the residence halls, St. Regulus. So much history!

As I was walking back to hall after an afternoon in town, I was literally stopped in my tracks by this gorgeous sight before me. I have never seen the Old Course more resplendent! The picture does not do it justice.

You know you’re in Scotland when you get whisky with your haircut! This barber shop makes me laugh every time I pass it.

This row of buildings is just next to the old pier and it reminds me of Charleston, my home, every time I pass it. East Sands is always so alive with color and sound!

Every time I pass through the cemetery at the Cathedral, I am struck by the profound peace and stillness present there, even amid the sounds of the surrounding town. Cemeteries always make me feel poetic–I can’t help but think of all of the beautiful souls who were born, made countless memories, touched lives and loved deeply, and who now find their bodies resting forever in an achingly beautiful place.

St. Salvator’s Hall, where Prince William lived during his time here. I love walking by the hall just to admire its beauty.

Here is another gorgeous sky that made my face light up. No watercolors can compare to what God paints on His canvas!

This is on The Scores, the street in St Andrews that runs along the coast. I was walking home from church one night and was distracted by the quiet beauty of this moment. Even in the dark St. Andrews is incredible.

I went to a pub trivia night with some JSA friends a few weeks ago. This round, the category was game shows. Obviously, 5 Americans knew nothing about British game shows and so we decided to dedicate the round to 2 of our favorite Scots.

I love walking through this archway to get to the psychology library or to class. How many famous (or unknown) historical figures have passed through the same gates? I am living history here! I also love the reminder: In principio erat Verbum. In the beginning was the Word.

The snow swirling about on this morning made it exceptionally difficult to concentrate in class. When it snows here, I feel even more like I am living in a wonderland!

I was looking for dinner in Tesco (a grocery store) one evening and received more than a few strange looks when I started cracking up at these sandwiches. Silly Scotland! Leave fried chicken to the American South.

The first several times I visited the Cathedral it was blanketed in snow, which only added to the tranquility and mystery.

I went for a walk around town with my friend Sarah when it snowed; we decided to make snow angels on the Old Course. This photo looks out toward West Sands in the distance. How many people can say they’ve played in the snow on the Old Course?

Cold, wet, hungry, and very happy! This is my JSA friend, Sarah. I am incredibly blessed to have met wonderful people such as her! (Yes, it was Ash Wednesday.)

 

An Ode to Ranch Dressing

One of the most important and bonding characteristics of any culture or society is food, and Scotland is no exception.  I have tried many different dishes and drinks since I have been here with varying success.

I love the family atmosphere of the Melville dining hall.  We all go through the same line and sit at long tables together.  One great thing about Erskine is that they have a lot of different options at meals, whereas here there tends to be a red meat option, a poultry or fish option, and a vegetarian option for the main dish, followed by 3 choices of sides and a dessert.  Of course there is the small salad bar, fresh fruit, and sandwiches or baked potatoes if you prefer.

I think one of my absolute favorite things about the Melville dining hall is the hot drinks machine: you put a mug under it and press a button indicating the beverage of your choice (hot chocolate, with water or milk; coffee, cappuccino, mocha, latte, tea, hot water for tea bags, or several other options) and it automatically fills the mug.

I also like the fact that there are fewer meal options; I am much more willing to try an unknown dish because I don’t have the option to stick with a safer or more familiar option.  As with any kitchen, sometimes dishes are a success and sometimes…they’re not.  But I never go hungry and mealtime conversations are always incredibly enjoyable and involve lots of laughs.  When the staff kicks us out of the dining room, we tend to carry on our conversation in the foyer downstairs until gradually we all realize that we have some place to be or homework to do.

I have recorded several videos of me trying different unique foods, and as I cannot upload them directly onto the blog site I have put them on youtube. Links are below:

You may recall me mentioning that I attended a ceilidh my first Friday in St Andrews in honor of Robbie Burns day; while at the ceilidh we had a traditional meal involving haggis.  Here is my reaction: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgzlSYemaqs&feature=youtu.be

The second strange food that I tried was Marmite.  In my right mind I may have been a wee bit more wary of trying something advertised with the slogan, “love it or hate it,” but in my defense I was still half asleep (I have yet to become accustomed to waking up at 7:30) and agreed before I realized what I had agreed to. Here is the Marmite test. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7O6pVrlyf6k&feature=youtu.be

At the Six Nations rugby game there was an abundance of haggis, various kinds of pies, and alcohol.  I chose to indulge in one of those, namely Scotch pie.   I figured, what better time to try another traditional Scottish delicacy than at a national rugby match?  My experience was recorded and you can see it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1Rt7L7phUM&feature=youtu.be

speaking of haggis….
we passed this bus on North Street one night. only in Scotland.

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Now, you may be wondering why the title of this post refers to Ranch dressing. Well, let me tell you why:
There is no Ranch dressing in Scotland.

I’ll give you a moment to let that sink in.

It astounds me that the number one salad dressing in the United States is all but impossible to find in the UK.  It has also been an adjustment for me, because I am one of those annoying people who eats ranch dressing with everything : salad, chicken, vegetables, bread, French fries, pizza, pretzels…you name it.  And the Brits unfortunately like to eat everything with vinegar, which means that now I dip my fries–or chips, rather–in mayonnaise because that is one of the only options that I like.

However, I have some wonderful friends, and I am now a very happy American.  My friend Scott had an interview in London a few weekends ago; while he was there he searched around until he found a Whole Foods store that sold Ranch dressing and brought me back a bottle. Granted, it is not Hidden Valley, but it’s delicious nonetheless and the bottle is over half gone already.

But wait–there’s more!  About a week ago I received a care package from a friend in the States; inside was SIX packets of Ranch mix, Hidden Valley style, which means that I am set on dressing for the remainder of my time here and I have plenty to introduce it to friends who have suffered their entire lives without experiencing the delicious taste.

My care package also included, among other things, a box of Cheez-Its and 2 bags of cheddar Goldfish, neither of which can be found in the UK (except perhaps at specialty stores, but who has time to find one of those?).  They taste of home and it’s wonderful.  I have introduced several European friends to both goodies so far, and they have been a hit all around.

I think that is enough talk about food for now (are you hungry yet? I am! I’m heading off to dinner), but I have tons more pictures to post and lots of exciting adventures to tell you about.  Until then, have a wonderful week and God bless!

Class Act

Has it really been that long since my last post?! Time certainly flies and it needs to slow down.

I realized recently that I have not shared which modules I am taking, so allow me to briefly summarise each.

Scottish Music, a second-year module, meets 3 days a week for an hour each; it is co-taught by two really wonderful professors with a passion for music.  In less than three weeks, I have learned tons about Scottish history, church history, and both “classical” and folk Scottish music through the centuries.

This module also includes hour-long tutorials every other week.  Monday was our first one and we learned how to play the penny whistle.  It was a lot of fun!

In addition to Scottish Music I am also taking three fourth-year psychology modules, each of which meets once a week for two hours.

In Group Behaviour, we are talking a lot about crowd dynamics and crowd psychology which is a different perspective than I had anticipated, but it has been very thought-provoking and it has already done a lot to broaden my global perspective and reassess media portrayals of world events.  The class neatly combines aspects of sociology with social psychology.

I am also taking a class called Emotion, which has been quite philosophical so far; we have discussed the history of ideas on emotion, largely focusing on philosophers’ interpretations and ideas on what they are.  We also discussed the experience of an emotion and considered how to define what an emotion is.  It seems simple enough at first, but when you get into it you quickly discover that there is no one straightforward or really correct answer.  I never realized how little literature there is on definining emotions especially considering how much they are studied and discussed.

My third psychology course is entitled Cognitive Psychology and the Emotional Disorders.  My main area of interest is the clinical side of psychology and this class is a great complement to the counseling and abnormal psych classes I took last semester at Erskine.  We focus mainly on depression and anxiety and have been looking at some interesting research about implicit and explicit memory bias in individuals with depression, dysphoria, or anxiety.

A lot of that probably sounded quite nerdy; I apologize.  Needless to say I really love and enjoy my classes!

The light about a week ago was so beautiful: dark grey clouds contrasted with golden sunlight streaming through. I took this photo in the upstairs lobby of the arts building after my music module. Such a beautiful scene.

It’s also quite nice to be done with classes by 1 or earlier every day, though I always have to hightail it back to Melville for lunch because the dining hall closes at 1:30.  (You eat meals in your hall of residence here.)  My classes are all a 20 minute walk from my hall, but at least I get several miles of brisk walking in every day:  no wonder I’m always hungry!  I’m also rather cold all the time, especially when it’s very windy.  Which, come to think of it, is almost always.  My poor fingers and toes–by the time I get wherever I’m walking they are usually numb or aching and it takes forever for them to warm up.  Thankfully  my room is quite toasty and I’ve even had to turn the radiator down a few times at night after waking up too hot.

I still love living in Melville.  I am slowly meeting more people and the food is usually quite good.  I really appreciate the community atmosphere: that’s something that Melville has always been known for and it is very evident.  I also really appreciate our cleaning staff; just like at Erskine, they do a superb job keeping all of the common areas clean. Unlike Erskine, though, they also pick up our trash every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday; and vacuum our rooms and clean our sinks once a week.  It is certainly incentive to keep my room picked up and, as I do not have any cleaning supplies with me, it’s nice to know that it will stay clean.  Melville really does feel like home; we are such an eclectic group of people that as far as I can tell get along splendidly.

In my next few posts I will describe some of the events and activities that I’ve experienced so far and share some more pictures.  I take my camera with me everywhere so I have tons of photos.  I also plan to devote a post to food, and one to language–I promise there are some interesting stories there!  Until then, cheers!

I walk by the Old Course and the hotel every morning that I have class and about a week ago the hotel was literally glowing golden from the way the light was hitting it, even though the sky was so dark. It was incredible!

St. Andrews: the first week in pictures

this grass was completely covered in snow when I walked by the night before. The grass is so green!

view of the Cathedral from the road

old stained-glass window on the Cathedral

looking to the right of the Cathedral: how beautiful!

posing by the tiny archway–people must have been shorter back then!
Molly, me, Jordan, and Ross

every time I walk through this section of road, I feel as if I am traveling backwards in time. Pictured: Max, Ross, & Molly

the old pier: we walked all the way to the end and as I admired the view and the fresh air, I thought about all of the footsteps that I was walking in. what history!

I took this at the end of the old pier, looking back toward town and the Cathedral

as we were climbing from the higher part of the old pier, we discovered this little niche that was a perfect fit for me!

looking toward the Cathedral from the back as the sun was just beginning to set

St. Andrews Castle

me posing on the beach below the Castle

we walked out to explore the huge rocks on the beach, and a nice stranger took our picture

This is one of my favorite pictures I have taken so far. 4 of my new friends: Max, Ross, Molly, and Jordan

This is supposed to have been planted by Mary, Queen of Scots.

This is the psychology & neuroscience building–so beautiful!

I took this standing in the middle of St. Mary’s Quad, looking toward the South Street entrance. Over that archway are the words “In pricipio erat verbum.”

This is the Old Library in St. Mary’s Quad, where all 3 of my psychology modules meet. My friend Mark is walking along the aisle.

I snapped this looking out of the window in the arts building, where my Scottish Music module meets. the sunrise is always so beautiful! The views from this building always take my breath away.

This was the first red phone booth I saw while in the UK. I was quite excited to see one in real life!

 

getting my toes wet

(This post continues where my previous entry left off.  Corny title, I know.)

We dropped my luggage off in my room and then headed to Joanna’s room for some proper British tea.   I met quite a few people along the way,  including my new friend Rebecca from Sarah Lawrence College.  After tea, the three of us walked to Tesco in town to buy some dinner.  Rebecca and I decided on frozen pizza (typical college student meal, I know, but we were too tired to cook properly).  As we were looking at the different options, one caught our eye because it looked like it had noodles on it.  Rebecca and I asked Joanna if it was a British thing to eat pasta on pizza and she gave us a very confused look, then looked at the pizza and started laughing at us:  it was margherita pizza.  What we thought were noodles was actually cheese!  We laughed about this the entire night.

the pizza that we mistakenly thought had noodles on it when we saw it on the shelf. that’s what jet-lag does to you!

When we returned to Melville, we realized we had no plates, cutlery, or cooking utensils, so we improvised with what we could find in the kitchens.   It took us a little while, but we figured it all out on our own and the pizza was delicious!  As we were finishing up, a few guys came by to invite us across to K1 to meet people, but the group quickly became too large so we made our way to the middle common room, 1 of 3 in the hall.  (Melville has 3 kitchens, labeled K1, K2, and K3.)  There were so many people in the common room!  Everyone was incredibly kind and welcoming and I surprised myself by how many names I managed to remember.
After staying up MUCH later than anticipated, I finally left and went to sleep around 2 AM (which is 9PM for the Eastern United States).  I did not wake up until lunchtime the next day, and only then because I needed to eat.  Lunch was great though!  I spent the afternoon at an informational session for new students and then attended a reception with all of the JSAs (Junior Study Abroad students) where we had the opportunity to meet and talk with professors. I met so many people and learned a lot about the psychology department, which is the best in Britain.  I also found out that the psychology building is in one of the most beautiful locations in town.  Tough life, I know.

On Friday I managed to wake up for breakfast, which is 8-9 every day, and then I went to matriculation at 10AM.  There are a lot of JSAs here this semester!  They had a very helpful team directing us to where we needed to be and answering questions.  Staff members checked our passports and finances and advisers from each department helped us register for our course modules.  Everything worked out really well, thankfully.  Friday evening, in honor of Robbie Burns’s day, I attended my first ceilidh [pronounced Caley] with my new friend Scott (from Scotland).  If you have ever done English country dancing, it is somewhat similar.  We danced for several hours straight, and I even tried haggis for the first time; surprisingly, I really liked it!  I talked to the two callers after and they told me I should come to the weekly intermediate ceilidh lessons.  I have added that to my list of potential clubs to join!  I learned later that it is compulsory for all Scottish primary school students to learn ceilidh dancing.  A member of the Celtic society read Robbie Burns’s famous poem, Ode to a Haggis, before we ate and then we enjoyed a traditional meal of haggis and neeps & tatties.  Neeps and tatties are some kind of turnip-like food and mashed potatoes–different but good.  On the way home, Scott gave me a tour of St Andrews and told me loads of stories about the history of the uni and the town.  After dancing all night and then walking for an hour my feet were extremely sore, but it was entirely worth it!

I am standing on the Swilcan Bridge between the 1st and 18th fairways of the Old Course in St. Andrews. this bridge is at least 700 years old!

When I woke up for lunch on Saturday, I met a group of JSAs who invited me to come explore the town with them.  We spent all afternoon being touristy, taking pictures, sharing stories, and getting to know each other.  It was so beautiful outside but the wind here is so cold, especially along the shore!  I shared with them all of the stories and tidbits that Scott shared with me about the town and uni the night before.  My next blog entry will be entirely photos from our adventures.

Saturday evening I finally started to unpack my suitcases!  My first couple of days were so full of excitement that I neglected to set up my room.  But it feels quite cozy now and Melville truly is like home.  I have my own sink in the room, but I have to go up- or downstairs and through about 4 doors for the toilets or shower.  Our hall is built to resemble a ship and we have 5 blocks of rooms; it’s a very interesting setup.  Melville is not very pretty but it certainly has character and the people more than make up for it!

As I have no class on Fridays, I will post pictures soon and try to write down some more stories.  Every day is filled with exciting things to talk about–the difficult part will be deciding what to share with you!  Until then, God bless and keep you and know that I am sending my love and well-wishes from Scotland. Cheers!

looking out to the North Sea and the night glow of Dundee to the north