The Top 11 Moods of an American High Schooler in Europe (circa 2003)

More travel news, friends!

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I found out this past week that I’ve been selected to lead a group of high school students to France through The Experiment for three weeks this summer. I couldn’t be more excited!

As I was looking for the good ol’ passport, I came across a box of photo albums with one on the top: My own trip to Europe as a high schooler.

Even though A. I was once a teen myself, and B. I have a passionate, smart, emotional 16-year-old sister, I can’t predict what it will be like to travel with a group of 10-12 teenagers for three consecutive weeks. This photo album helped me remember the highs, the middles and the lows of my own trip abroad. I went with my still-best-friend-from-middle-school, Erica, and we were a mess – cargo pants, hoodies, acne and all. Enjoy!

The Top 11 Moods of an American High Schooler in Europe (circa 2003)

While abroad for the first time, I felt…

1. Appreciative of the arts at the Louvre.

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Especially when we could be participants. (Erica later became a Medieval Art Historian – maybe this is where it all began?)

2. In awe of the beauty of the Swiss landscape.

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3. Like a Swiss model in the rain.

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(I have yet to become a Swiss model.)

4. Like a princess escaping a castle.

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Disguised in a hoodie.

5. Camera-ready in front of miscellaneous flowers.

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Cargo pants in full glory.

6. Camera-fatigued on the streets of Paris.

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7. Excited-awkward with the new Austrian host family.

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8. Badass at a festival outside Vienna.

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9. Really (really) exhausted in Italy…

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…except when eating gelato.

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10. Silly on a slide to a salt mine.

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And most importantly…

11. Empowered to take on the world.

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Or at least the Leaning Tower.

So what can I expect? I still don’t know, but I got a good laugh seeing the rainbow of moods I experienced when I went abroad for the first time. 

Occupy Love: Thoughts on Love and Travel

Love is the expansion of the self to include the other, and that’s a different kind of revolution. There’s no one to fight; there’s no evil to fight. There’s no ‘other’ in this revolution.

Sometimes I like to peruse indiegogo and kickstarter to get inspired. What better way to find new ideas than to see what people all over the world are supporting through crowdfunding? One campaign I found tonight: a fully funded $50,000 campaign to produce a documentary called Occupy Love. The video below is a beautiful statement about love, connection and the changes the Occupy movement is seeking.

Indirectly, it speaks to my motivation to pursue cross cultural connection. The narrator makes a compelling point about a loss of intimacy in our society because we don’t need one another. We pay for everything we need rather than depending on a particular person to provide for us. If one person can’t provide our food or clothing or housing, we can pay someone else to provide it. But when I choose to go abroad to an unfamiliar place, where I function without the comfort of language or people I know, I succumb myself to dependence. I need the grocer to explain the change I owe, I need the bus driver to tell me which road to take, I need the friendly stranger to ask me what I’m looking for when I seem lost. Travel is the marker of independence, but that independence comes from asking for help. With travel, it seems every connection becomes an important one, a necessary one.

In this discussion the narrator explains, “Only joint creativity and gifts create intimacy and connection.” Traveling requires creativity, collaboration, vulnerability, empathy. These are the components of intimacy. And even though travels are fleeting, my exposure to those elements helps me gain deeper and more fulfilling connections.

Part of his final message is that the future is a place where we all live meaningful lives because we are in service to one another. Your happiness is my happiness, and vice versa. What deeper way to experience this service than to love and trust a foreign stranger–whether that stranger is a child in Cambodia or a member of the 1%?

Give it a watch and let me know what you think.

The Journey

By Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice—

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world

determined to do

the only thing you could do—

determined to save

the only life you could save.

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Thank you Cara for sending me this video and introducing me to this poem.

“Words are born out of connection, and they can lead us back to connection if we dare.”

- Kim Rosen