Goodbye Georgia

This summer I spent roughly seven weeks in Georgia from the largess of the Notre Dame SLA grant, the Nanovic institute, and the Russian department. Georgia is an ancient land. It was one of the first countries to christianize, and has been at the crossroad between larger empires for millennia. Nestled amidst the foothills and valleys of the Caucuses, Georgia has preserved its unique culture amidst a tempestuous past. Some speculate that it was here amidst the verdant foothills and sloping broad valleys of the Caucuses that fermented grape juice would be first processed and drank. Wine has become central to Georgian culture, and this sense of merriment continues through piquant Georgian cuisine and all palatable potables.

During an initial three day sojourn in Tbilisi, I was met with breathtaking views, lavish dining, and an unforgettable wine tour in Georga’s Kakheti region. By train I carried on towards the black sea coast and arrived in the subtropical port of Batumi, where I met my wonderful host family. There were eight people living in the three bedroom modest Brezhnevka apartment, and while sharing one bathroom was hard they were all very hospitable, friendly, and warm to my stay.

Georgian cuisine was impeccable (especially for somebody who loves warm bread, cheeses, and meats) and I was made two meals a day from my lovely host Babushka named Leila. I was further regaled with the homemade “cha cha” (Georgian moonshine) many a night. In Batumi I partook in a Russian language immersion program that was both a part of my academic plan and of immense personal interest. Class met four hours each weekday, supplemented by language partner practice. My partner was a married woman fleeing Kherson, Ukraine and working in Batumi while her husband was a sailor. My linguistic skills have greatly increased. Moving into a completely non-English speaking environment was a shock therapeutic experience for bolstering my language skills, but upon reflection I have improved my Russian alot.I was taught by primarily Ukrainian teachers and the class was quite rigorous, but I have come off with a much better grasp on conversational Russian. After class each day I would also take time to explore the city. It helped that the numerous cafes I frequented were run by either young Russian or Ukrainian emigres to Batumi who have come since the war’s inception, as I got great practice. Although I did adjust culturally and grow, there was little need to as the hospitality of Georgia was so resplendent and welcoming I always felt at home. 

The streets of Batumi were always vibrant, with babushkas vending old items and old men gambling at backgammon on the sidewalk. Georgia is also very safe and children would play on the streets until 2am at night. I was very surprised by the quantity of American products in this small caucasian country that held the world away. The Republic of Georgia does not host the teeming throngs of American tourists that crowd the cities of Western Europe every Summer. Few Americans visit Georgia, and it is much more frequented by Russians, Turks and other tourists coming from regional caucasian countries and the Middle East. Moreover, few Georgians have ever been to America, and even less emigrate to America. However, many of our ubiquitous products and brands reach across the ocean and sea and find themselves in many family homes.  I was also interested in the cultural and political circumstances I heard about through the talk of locals, in particular about the future of Georgia. Georgia has been pursuing greater ties with the west and in many street corners the EU flag is flown beside the Georgian flag. This orientation towards the west is reflected by the hopes among the country’s young and progressive voters to pursue greater ties with Europe and join the EU, and many young people are more curious about America and American culture. Talking with so many emigres from the War was really eye opening and led me to value the stories of these people I met much more than the news reports of the conflict that are constantly discussed back home.

The excursions were also amazing. Georgian nature is breathtaking, and the program I took part in offered extrusions to Svaneti high in the caucasus mountains, the botanical gardens of Batumi, and cooking/dancing courses. Reflecting on my time there I would say I did meet my goals of reaching a more proficient comprehension and speaking level of the Russian language. I would highly recommend going to Georgia for anybody who enjoys: Food, culture, hearty conversation, nature, the post Soviet world and more. Georgia has something for everyone, and I will never forget my seven weeks there.

Final Post: Regarder en Arrière

Before writing my final post, I looked back to my very first day in Tours. After flying into Paris, going through customs, and taking a two hour train ride to Tours, I left the train station bleary-eyed, jetlagged, and overwhelmed, trying to find my host mom. She picked me up from the airport with the family’s two (slightly crazy) dogs, and drove me to where I would be living for the next five weeks. The car ride was a bit of a struggle, as her English was broken, and my French was not great either. When I arrived at the house, she offered to make me lunch. The first big cultural disconnect I experienced occurred when she dropped a tray of food off at my door. There was a sandwich, a glass of milk, a glass of water, a container of yogurt, and…a bowl of brown sugar. Despite concluding that the sugar probably had something to do with the plain yogurt, I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. After a quick google search, I learned that the French mostly eat plain yogurt, and add sugar or jam to flavor it. Though small, this was the first of many cultural differences I would discover and learning experiences I would have during my time in France. It also is the first of many memories that I fondly look back on.

visiting the Château de Chambord

I really enjoyed my French lessons at the Institut de Touraine, which helped me to improve my French and gave me the opportunity to meet other students learning French. I loved the adventures I had exploring the Loire Valley and France with a couple other Notre Dame students who were also staying in Tours. This gave me the chance to learn about French culture and practice language skills with locals. Despite all this, living with my host family was probably the most significant part of my trip, and the part that left the biggest lasting impact. Our nightly dinners helped me practice my spoken language skills (which I struggled with the most in the classroom). This gave me the chance to ask questions, and experience French life. Looking back to my first post, one of the things I really wanted to do was learn about day-to-day life in France. Through our conversations, I was able to learn about their opinions on current events and politics happening in France, and about their lives. At the same time, my host mom had lots of questions about my life in the US, and we shared photos and stories, in addition to helping each other with learning French (for me) or English (for my host mom). I found it interesting how I was not the only one interested in learning about another culture.

visiting the Château de Chenonceau

I had a great experience in Tours, and it will definitely be one of the highlights of my time at Notre Dame. It helped me broaden my understanding of the world, through being immersed in a culture different than my own, in addition to improving my language skills and forming relationships I hope to maintain into the future. I hope I get the opportunity to return at some point in the future!

Reminiscing

Before writing this final blog post, I took a moment to read all my past entries. I think it is clear that one overwhelming emotion shines through my writing: excitement. Every day in Buenos Aires was different and special. Every museum I visited or stroll through the city I took was an adventure. My trips to Patagonia, Delta Tigre, Colonia, and Iguazu were all wonderful but even the days I went to class and played cards deep into the night were equally as memorable and exciting.

I left Buenos Aires just over two weeks ago now, and it has been on my mind ever since. I am still communicating with my friends, which is a great way to keep my Spanish skills sharp. I have almost every photo on my camera roll from the trip memorized, and I can’t wait to get my photos developed from the disposable camera I brought along.

My time in Buenos Aires was truly unforgettable. I know I summed it up pretty well in my last blog post, but I want to add a few things here. I am so thankful I was in a place where I was forced to use my Spanish speaking and listening skills. I learned a completely new vocabulary that will serve me well in the future. My biggest fear was forming friendships in Spanish with my roommates and classmates, and while some of my friends had English as their first or second language, many of my friends were not able to speak English. In some cases, we communicated through a language we were both still learning. This was a great experience and allowed both of us to practice! With my native Spanish-speaking friends, I got even more practice. Every time I would crack a joke in Spanish and receive laughs from my classmates and friends, I was so proud of myself. This was my biggest accomplishment, letting my personality shine through in Spanish.

Keeping this blog was a great tool to mark my expectations and gauge my thoughts and experiences throughout my time in Buenos Aires. I hope I can look back at my writing and remember some of the best times of my life, when I took a chance and entered an unfamiliar culture, challenging myself for the better.

Tiempo y horarios

I have now been in Spain for about 5 weeks. This past week I was able to visit Zamora and Valladolid, the capital of the Castilla y León province. These experiences, as well as classes, have been incredible!

Even with all the time I have spent here, I still can’t say I’m completely adjusted to Spanish cultural norms. During the first two weeks, I found the eating, sleeping, and working schedule extremely difficult to grasp and adapt to. Specifically, dinners are at 9 pm and we usually finish eating at around 10 pm. This was really late for me, but it is pretty normal in Spain. Furthermore, most stores are closed between 2 pm-4/5 pm and the streets are pretty dead. This allows workers to return home to eat with family and in some cases a quick siesta (which I’ve heard is supposed to be 30 minutes max). I sometimes joke that Spaniards are like vampires because it seems as though they never want to come out during prime daytime hours. In all seriousness, Spaniards work and go outside just as much as other people, but on a completely different schedule. Work days are still about 8 hours but they are divided the day into 2 shifts, 9/10 am-2pm then 4-8pm (of course with restaurants and bars opening and closing later). I’ve also noticed that many more people leave their houses during the evening 6pm-10pm rather than in the middle of the afternoon. This is to avoid the heat.

In addition to struggling a bit with a new schedule, I also realized people in Spain have a more relaxed definition of “on time.” Activities with the school always start at the stated time. However, the timing for casual activities varies. For example, I’ve been playing volleyball at the park for the past three weeks and the game always starts 30 minutes passed the agreed-upon time. This is because the boys (they live in Salamanca) who bring the ball generally arrive 20-25 minutes “late.” At first, I thought this was a bit rude, but soon realized it’s pretty normal to give a 15-30 minute grace period for casual plans. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this norm, it’s just a stark contrast to the importance Americans place on punctuality even in our private lives.