Thursday, March 24, 2016

City Life or Country Life?

Growing up I used to read a fable about the city mouse and the country mouse. The city mouse traveled to visit his friend (cousin in some versions) who lived in the country. After seeing the poor fare the country mouse offered him, the city mouse invited him back to experience the lavish meals available in the city. However, after a run in with a cat, the country mouse decided the city isn't for him, and he'd rather enjoy his simple meal in a relaxed and safe manner. The relevancy of this story is that I recently went to Dublin with a few of my friends, and I was reminded of how much I enjoy the relaxed attitude of the country. I am so very thankful my Study Abroad is based in Cork!

Don't get me wrong, Dublin is grand. It is a nice place...but it was just so crowded! Maybe it was because St. Patrick's Day was last week and this week is the 100 year anniversary of the Easter Rising, but there were so many Americans in Dublin (and French people as my French companion kept pointing out). I did not feel like I was in Ireland. Then again...we did stick to the touristy sections...

We left Dublin on Wednesday though to go into the country. We visited the Wicklow Mountains, and oh...my...word...beautiful! Absolutely, positively fantastic! I have never seen more beautiful sights in my life. This is the Ireland people should see. Spend a day or two in Dublin if you need to get your shopping done, or if you want to get your drink on in the Temple Bar, but please, please go see Wicklow Mountains!

P.S. It appears I have someone other than family and friends looking at my blog! Welcome stranger! Thank you for agreeing with my Ree-cee's pronunciation:P. I am glad I am not the only one who says it that way!


The above is one of my favorite photos that I took on the trip #nofilter








Instead of a Pub-Crawl, we went on a Cafe Crawl!

I wonder if they have yogurt?























Friday, March 18, 2016

Time...Linear or Fluid?

Do you ever sit back and observe how fast time moves, regardless of whether you want it to or not? As a child, I had bittersweet feelings about the book/movie Little Women because everyone grew up and moved on. I enjoyed the first half of the movie when Jo and the girls dressed up and played with Laurie but [Spoiler Alert for you uncultured people who haven't seen it or read it]...once they became adults, the relationships altered. The friendships you have as a child often aren't the ones you have as an adult.

In my two of my classes at CIT we have discussed Time (or rather, how a society measures time). Many of the Western worlds see time as monochronic. We like to do things one at a time. "Time is money" reflects this well. Other cultures such as the Arabic Middle East and Asia employ polychronic time. They perceive time as fluid and often value the relationships or experiences gained rather than achieving any specific activity along the journey.

In today's Intercultural Business Culture class, our professor played the song "7 Years" by Lukas Graham. It is a bittersweet song about a man looking at the stages of his life, from the age 7 to 11, 20, 30, and 60. Our lecturer wanted us to listen to it and then asked us to write on a sheet of paper what we were doing at the age of 3, 6, 9, 12, etc. in three year increments. After this, he asked us to write on the other side 7-9 events that occurred throughout our life that impacted us the most.

While listening to the song, I started to think about another song "Cat's in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin.  When I was really young, my father and I used to listen to this song while in the car on the way to errands. When my father passed away a year and a half ago, if I am being honest I didn't let myself grieve. I jumped back into school, anything to distract myself. Listening to "7 years" in  today's class and thinking about "Cat's in the Cradle" brought things into perspective. We often set up our lives with specific goals in mind. Get good grades, get a job, get married, have kids... we forget to to enjoy ourselves and the people around us. That is my biggest regret. I got so caught up with getting good grades or hanging out with friends I ignored when my father wanted to hang out or do things with me. I became the "Cat's in the Cradle".

This is experience in Ireland is not only eye-opening, its important because I'm seeing life doesn't have to go jumping from one goal to another. We can take a side route and enjoy our family and friendships at the same time. If you do anything today, listen to "7 Years" and "Cat's in the Cradle". Hug someone you appreciate. Time moves whether we want it to or not. We can choose to measure our achievements by our age, or we can look at specific events that altered our life.

P.S. Sorry for the heavy material...

Monday, March 7, 2016

Stereotypes:P

In the last few weeks, I've heard a lot about stereotypes in my cultural classes. However,  I've also been learning about them outside of class. Some of them I've heard (the Swiss are always on time, Germans always make good stuff) while others are completely new to me (Brazilians are supposedly known for ahem, collecting items not previously in their possession, etc etc.). Now, obviously one shouldn't pay attention to stereotypes like that (there is a reason they are called stereotypes after all), however, I have always found these cultural perceptions to be fascinating. Yet, for some reason, I never once thought what others might think of Americans prior to coming to Ireland.

Sure, you hear the stuff on Tumblr about 'Murica, and how all Americans have pet eagles, or how we throw our tea in the harbor, but none of that you take seriously, right?? That's what I thought, until my first several weeks here when a fellow student wanted to know if I normally have a pistol on my hip when I'm in the US. To clear things up...I don't. I leave that to my brothers.

Stereotypes can be fascinating, as long as you don't fall into the trap of believing them. Not all Germans make good things, not every Swiss can be infallibly on time, and most definitely not every Brazilian steal things (this seems to be a universal trait).

This is probably the most important lessen I am learning while in Ireland surrounded by all these amazing cultures. Finnish, French, Irish, German, Brazilian, Czech, Dutch, please correct me if I am leaving anyone out! So many different ideas, and ways of doing things! I say Reese's (Ree-Cee's), they say (Ree-Says). Now, it is probably just me pronouncing it wrong, but to save face I told them it is pronounced Ree-Cee's :P.



*I claim no rights to this image, and hopefully I don't get in trouble for having this here...

International Student Ball! (P.S...I dance like a madwoman, but I have fun so that is fine:P)





Blackrock Observatory, Cork

Can anyone spot the rainbow?