Part of the ISA program includes going on two excursions; the first being to a beautiful national park called Manuel Antonio. This national park has two beautiful beaches but, in order to get to the beaches, you must walk through a lush rainforest. Monkeys can be heard in the distance, little crabs dig holes in the dirt, and sloths hang in the trees. The second excursion is the Arenal Volcano. We did not visit the volcano, but the volcano could be seen in the distance. We stayed in a secluded resort 15 minutes from the nearest town. These two excursions were equally beautiful and I thoroughly enjoyed my stay during both weekend trips. While on these trips, I began to think about tourism. Continue reading
When someone tells you they had a hectic week, never take it lightly. My week in New Zealand was hectic/crazy/insightful/fun-filled/organized chaos. Take your pick from the adjectives provided, and it would only cover a portion of my week. It takes them all to explain my week in Auckland. Continue reading
My first couple weeks here have been pretty good so far. I arrived in New Zealand on June 1st. I flew from Washington Dulles to LAX then to Auckland. The first leg of the flight from DC to LAX was a little bumpy but very short, so it wasn’t too bad. When I got to LAX, I was very excited as it was my first time in that side of the country. Unfortunately, I couldn’t go out of the airport but, LAX itself was huge. The lay-over went by quickly, and the flight to Auckland was also a breeze.
My first week on the international scene has been nothing short of extravagant. What do I mean by this? I mean there has been a mix of emotions, but all ending in an amazing experience for an initiation to a new culture, in a new country, with entirely new people. In order to best describe my experience, I am going to use some pictures to demonstrate the travel process and the exploration process associated with my first week in New Zealand.
Last weekend was Labor Day weekend and because most of my classes are on Mondays ultimately, I was given a whole week off from school. For a few of those days I housed a few girls from Sydney. One of the girls was spending a semester in Sydney and the other was her cousin visiting for spring break. They were both from North Carolina and were meeting another group of international students in Melbourne. The girl had contacted my cousin through their housing program in hopes of finding a place to stay while they explored the city. I had offered my couch and before I knew it I was walking to Southern Cross Station waiting for their arrival. Continue reading