Jet Lag

Jet leg... let me tell you it's a real thing that wakes you up at 2am, 4am, and 6am every day for a week straight! At 4am you body is certain that it's 10 in the morning but the clock says differently. Thankfully, I am now a few weeks out and the jet lag has subsided. However, I still try and pull that excuse to go to bed early or to take naps, but my friends are not buying it anymore; instead, they just look at me and say, "You've been home for 3 weeks now, get over it #siudwi (suck it up and deal with it)" Experts say that it takes one day for every hour difference. And that is true for sleep side of things. Each day got a little easier and by the end of the first week I was only waking up at 6am instead of 2am.

And then life starts to set in... My sleep schedule has returned to normal, but there are several things that remain "jet lagged." For example, I find American coins very strange; they are so light and frankly I don't use them as often as I used euro coins. Secondly, I can't just call up a friend and say I'm biking over to your place now. I can't bike to the store or the market. Other things include ordering, I have to remember that when I go to order something that I can actually use English.

I think the biggest thing that has been "jet lagged" is the fact that Tuesdays no longer revolve around which Dutch city we'll be visiting this week as a SPICE family. Lately, I miss them all especially more than usual because I am in transition. Transition is a word that I will most likely be using for the next few months as I try and find my place after study abroad and after graduation. I'm also transition from being surrounded by a group of students traveling Europe to being with family in one stationary spot. And then one more transition this week. I'm transition from being at home with family and few responsibilities to a camp where I am surrounded by friends that feel more like family and where my responsibilities seem overwhelming at times. In these times of transition, I find myself missing the spontaneity of my time with the SPICE group, I find myself homesick for a group that it took me 4159 miles and nearly 3 weeks to remind myself that we became bonded by our similar experiences and our need for connection.

So friends that I may encounter during these times of transition. Be patient with me if I talk incessantly about the Netherlands. Bear with me if Dutch words are the first out of my mouth or instead of using the English word, I want to learn the Dutch equivalent. Hug me extra tight if I come and my eyes are red, I may have just bawled my eyes out missing Europe. Push me forward (or off my chair) if I keep talking about de vliegende paard. Tell me to #siudwi if I blame things on jet lag because let's be real, jet lag ended about 3 weeks ago.

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When in Rome

Oh the places you'll go and the people you'll meet. When you travel with a group try not to fall on you feet. - Dr Seuss (edited by L.L. Cornstarch).

The travel craze lately has been focused on traveling alone. My own travels have emulated this trend as I've treaded through 7 countries with only myself by my side. I have loved the challenge of finding out who I am and stretching my comfort zones. Meeting new people came easy because I was forced to rely on strangers for a lot of my needs. However, I have had my share of group travels as well, including a most recent trip with a group of 30 students to Rome, Italy. Well it may be obvious that I prefer one way to travel over the other, it does not mean that one is necessarily better than the other - they are just different. Those differences are influenced by the group dynamic as well as the size of the group. Here are the main differences that I discovered:

(1) Spontaneity has a different meaning in a large group because everything is planned and there is a schedule and a route to the way the day moves. It's harder to veer off course and see a sight thats not on the schedule. It's harder to fully rest on your break when you know you have to keep walking in 10 min. However, everything is planned for you. Instead of me fumbling through the ticket line to get into museums or finding out which churches to see, things are already taken care of and I just follow the group where they lead me. I definitely saw more sites with a group than I did on my own. There were two different styles of learning. On my own it was all about about learning through experiencing the culture and walking around. With the group it was all about the sites and learning the history behind them.

(2) Other people's opinions matter. You have a other people to consider when you are with a group - their expectations, their tolerances, habits, likes and dislikes. For example, making choices for dinner. Instead of one opinion you get about a million. You also notice that more people are indecisive when it comes to a group because they want everyone included, and then you run across those people that take charge. Personalities really come to light in groups. When you travel alone it is up to you to fulfill all the group roles.

(3) So many people to talk to. You can just float around from person to person as you walk, making conversation as you go. You might get separated from you convo buddy for a block or two and you have a few choices find a new one, meet back up with them or walk by yourself. What makes a conversation work? Anything. Anything at all! Name you poison. What did you think of church number 7? Number 23? Number 370? Would you visit Rome again? Would you live in Rome? Where else have you travelled? What do you love most about the Netherlands? You name it and it goes, even if for one short convo.

Travel far enough, you meet yourself - Cloud Atlas

     Traveling is where I became confident in finding my way through the unknown. It all started with a single plane ride across the Atlantic (okay maybe two planes) where I met a family that was unknown to me at first, where I experienced a culture that was unfamiliar. I briefly tasted what it is like to travel and live out of your backpack for 3 days, 6 days, 12 days! I traveled by myself and with groups of people. I watched the sun rise and set in more than one country. I shared countless stories that may have caused a few people to be jealous. I hopefully shared a few that inspired at least one person to pursue their desire to travel (even if its a short trip across the pond).
 
     There it is, the end of my travel adventures. But, to say it is the final end would be a lie so let me re-phrase that to say: my travel adventures are wrapping up here in Europe and I'm keeping my eyes peeled for the next time a door like this opens up.

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Lord thank you for your continued protection as my travel adventures of the semester come to a close.

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On my own but not Alone

Chances are, people you meet when you travel alone will be incredibly interesting people.

Eleven nights on my own (living out of one small backpack), traveling and exploring the southern part of Europe by myself. Some call me adventurous, while others call me crazy. The number one question that I get asked is "Don't you get lonely." My reply... Yes, of course I do because we are creatures meant to be in relationship with other humans. I miss having conversations over meals and sharing a good laugh as we walk away from a bizarre situation. I miss the security of having a buddy when I walk down a sketchy street and having someone to talk to in order to avoid the awkward social exchange with strangers.  

But, was I every truly alone? No, with God by my side I was never alone. When I was feeling lonely there was always something or someone that came my way to give me laughter and give me company. Here are 5 stories from my trip where God provided a good laugh, comfort, and companionship.

(1) Have you ever been hit on by an 80 year old man? Well I have! His name is Aldo. He lives in Genoa, Italy, the city I took a spontaneous day trip to. At first I thought that Aldo was offering to take my picture for me, but instead he wanted to show me the Cathedral. He barely spoke English so our conversation was a lot of famous American Songs that Aldo would hum and I would sing a line or two. Inside the Church, Aldo showed me the bomb that didn't explode. As we talked Aldo would call me "bella donna, bonita!" At one point, he started to hum "here comes the bride." Before, I said my goodbyes we went for the Italian two cheek kiss, but heading towards the second cheek I was staring at Aldo's lips! Don't worry I didn't kiss him, I just called him a sneaky man and walked off with a wave. Ciao!

This is the sneaky Aldo!

(2) Have you ever mistaken a garbage can for something else? Julie did! Julie and Becca are a mother daughter duo visiting Venice the same day I did. I didn't meet them until the end of the day, but our short conversation and company on the long train ride filled me with joy. The day was gloomy, rainy, and tiring. I barely stopped walking except to take a boat ride, eat food, and visit a couple churches. The company of this mother daughter duo reminded me that its the little things that make you smile. For example, all trains come equipped with a trash can, Julie didn't realize this and thought the box was for wet umbrellas. Becca was so embarrassed that her mom put the umbrellas in the trash can, but we all found it comical and had a good laugh for a short time.

(3) Have you ever wanted a butt like a man in an old painting? Not until Milan I didn't. There's nothing like the company of people who you can call your own. Luke, Eliana, Sarah came to visit Milan, where I was their guide for the day. We spent the afternoon laughing at silly jokes, such as how firm the butts of some of the men in paintings are!

(4) Have you ever met an Angel? Well, I met an Angela in Athens. She was a true blessing, dispelling any uncomfortable feelings I had in a new city. Angela is a Taiwanese Business women, who stayed in the same hostel as me. Within 5 minutes of meeting her she invites me to eat with her. Every night in Athens, Angela and I would go out to eat and each night I would learn something more about her life, her business, her travels! This just goes to show that companionship comes in many forms.

First night in Athens with Angela

(5) Have you ever been so excited to talk to a complete stranger? After a 11 days of being on your own, a simple conversation can bring a smile to your face. On the train ride from Thessaloniki to Athens, I was tired, I was anxious, and all I wanted was something familiar. Thats when I met Elias, a 19 year old boy. We came from different places, and had different experiences, but it was the ease of conversation about school, music, and dreams for the future felt familiar. In our short conversation before we each drifted off to sleep, I felt assured that friends can be made at any time and in any place!

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When you travel by yourself you learn a lot about who you are, what gives you strength, and where your foundation lies. One of the biggest lessons I learned on this trip was to put my full reliance in God. I had to trust that He would light my path and provide for me every step of the way. He provided friends and company to remind me that even when I travel by myself, I am never truly alone. He goes before me and walks right beside me. Never did he leave. Not once.

Matt Redman, Never Once:

"Standing on this mountaintop
Looking just how far we've come
Knowing that for every step
You were with us
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Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did you leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful"

Father God, your faithfulness continues to amaze me. Thank you for never letting go of my hand and always keeping me in your presence.

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3 - 2 - 1 Take Off!

Nigeria 2011

“Oh the places you’ll go.” – Dr. Seuss

And, we're off! As this post publishes I am most likely over the Atlantic ocean trying to catch some zzz's. I'm ready for a wonderful adventure to travel, learn, explore. Several have already said "you'll learn more about yourself and the country you are from when you travel." Saint Augustine is quoted saying, "The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page." I want to read as many pages as I can, I will never stop reading. Eventually, I'll have to read second hand through my kids, but I will always hunger for more of this book!

 

Nigeria 2011

This isn't my first trip over seas. I went to Nigeria in 2011 on a medical mission trip, so I am familiar with going through customs, passport security, and navigating different airports. Despite this experience, I am still anxious. I am anxious to see if anything has changed and if I remember things correctly. I am anxious to get on with this adventure and fill my brain with a new pages of the world book!

Mark Twain states, "Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one's lifetime."

James Michener states "If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home."

I don't want to stay at home, that is why I chose to go on SPICE. Lord, open my eyes to see your people and to explore your creation so I may grow closer to you in your Kingdom here on earth. Here's to my journey where I aim not to be afraid of the unknown, but I aim to embrace the differences.

"Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,  

Healthy, free, the world before me,  

The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose." 

-- Walt Whitman

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