Saturday, June 15, 2013
New Beginning
Mwhahaha. I learned how to import and export blogs. I have now combined all of these old posts into my new blog - milessquared.worpress.com. See you there!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Roma!
It's been almost a month since I got back from Rome and still haven't had a chance to update on the trip. It was a whirlwind three days, but absolutely worth it. The only thing I would change is taking a little more time to each lunch. We made it through the days on gelato, which was delicious, but dinner was always so amazing I wish I'd had a few more pasta dishes.
I spent a few minutes jotting down thoughts one afternoon, so I'll copy those into here, but they don't cover everything so I will try to expand.
May 1: Friday night and we are absolutely exhausted. We'd planned to go out tonihgt, but sleep seems like a much better option. It's been an absolute whirlwind day since we landed in Rome at 8am. Thanks to Katelin's magic sleeping pills we'd all slept soundly the entire way and were ready to hit the ground running. And that's exactly what we did. We took a train and a bus to St. Peter's Square where we met up with a college friend who is living and working in Rome. The Sistine Chapel had been our first planned stop, but due to St. Joseph's Feast Day it was closed. With a quick change of plans we regrouped and headed towards the Colusseum and Roman Forum. On the way we climbed one of the Seven Hills to catch a breath taking view of the city. It reminded me a lot of a scene in "The Scarlet & The Black." (hmm...wonder why?) The view was absolutely beautiful. I hadn't realized how green Rome was. Standing in the park at the top of the hill I realized why people fall in love with the city. Students were studying under orange trees, while kids played soccer against an ancient brick wall. A few blocks away, in the River Oaks of Rome, we stood in line to look through the "keyhole." When you peer into the tiny dark hole in the door, you are greeted unexpectedly with a view of St. Peters, perfectly framed by rows of neatly trimmed bushes. I felt like a little kid looking through a kaleidascope at a make believe picture. Continuing our journey, we stopped for pizza at a small pizzaria in the Jewish section of town. Delicious and very much what was needed at the time. As we walked down the street leaving the restaurant, I stopped to refill my water bottle at one of the many public fountains that are sprinkeled througout the city. Two more brief stops before we hit the main attraction- the mouth of truth or "la bocca de veritatas," and the prison where Sts. Peter and Paul were kept. About this point Katelin and Sierra left so that Callye and I could explore the Colusseum and Forum on our own. It's probably a good thing because we were both completely blown away by the Colusseum. It was so cool to be walking through something that old. And the size! I stood on the top level looking down, and could almost hear the roar of the crowd and see the lions pacing below. I could see the fraility of a single human life, alone in the arena, and realized the huge sacrifice, and the strength required to make it, that was the lot of so many early Christians. I've read the history, but until that moment had not realized what a huge structure it was or the number of people who must have crowded in for the games. Even after we left and were walking around the rest of the city, every time we caught a glimpse we stopped to take a picture.
Other things we saw that day and related thoughts:
- Forum: cool, big, old. Not nearly as awesome as the Colusseum.
- Carvagio paintings: real art. Modern paintings do not even come close. How awesome that you can walk into random churches and see these great works of art. They really were meant to lift the mind and heart to God.
- Fountain Trivia: did not realize how big it was! Again, good art = awesome.
- Pantheon: it's a circle? Being Catholic is cool.
Saturday morning started with a visit to Musee Bourghese. We did the audio tour, great investment. There were a few Bernini sculptures, which were among my favorite items in Rome- Apollo and Daphi, and the Rape of Prosperpina. The level of detail, the emotions conveyed, and the manner in which marble was manipulated to look like flesh was beyond description. I can still see parts of the scupltures in my mind, and I don't think they will ever cease to amaze me. That is true craftsmenship.
The details and order of the rest of the trip is already starting to get fuzzy, but other highlights:
- Sistine Chapel: after waiting in line for two hours, we ran through the rest of the Vatican Museum to get to the Sistine Chapel. Wow! I don't even know how to describe seeing those paintings in real life. A room filled with beautiful art. It's almost too much. How do you take it all in? We talk now of an data overload, but walking into that room for the first time must have been much the same. Where do you start? Where do your eyes look first? How do you extract the lessons to be learned from each painting?
- St. Peters: the outside did nothing to prepare me for the size and grandeur inside. It is designed to make you feel insignificant and remind you of your nothingness in the sight of God. I know there is more to religion than the emotional side, but it is still important. While we were standing inside, completely overwhelmed, the organist began practicing for Sumday mass. Wow! For me, music is the piece that ties it all together. More than any other form of art, beautiful music can speak to my soul. Standing there it all makes sense. The composers who wrote beautiful church pieces were writing for cathedrals. They were writing to fill to the brim these enormous and elaborate masterpieces. The Pieta is in a side chapel towards the front, and again so much emotion is captured. How can you not feel sadness with the sorrowing Mother?
We went to the top of St. Peters as well and looked down over the city. Incredible that such a structure could be built with none of the modern tools or technology. Saw some more fountains. I love water, so was very enchanted with them. The four corners fountain by Bernini was one of my favorites.
The other really cool thing was getting to see two of my cousins who were studying at the University of Dallas Rome campus. We went to church together Sunday morning and then walked around for a few hours. It was great to see them and catch up, and they were able to give me some more details on some of the things I'd seen already which was cool. For example, the wooden altar covering in St. Peter's is eight stories high!
I could keep going and going, but instead I'm going to end by saying it was a very worth it three day trip. Rome is the first place I have been to that I would go back in a heartbeat. I've loved every other place I've been and would love to return, but I want to visit other places first. I would not mind going back to Rome again, even if it meant sacrificint another trip.
I spent a few minutes jotting down thoughts one afternoon, so I'll copy those into here, but they don't cover everything so I will try to expand.
May 1: Friday night and we are absolutely exhausted. We'd planned to go out tonihgt, but sleep seems like a much better option. It's been an absolute whirlwind day since we landed in Rome at 8am. Thanks to Katelin's magic sleeping pills we'd all slept soundly the entire way and were ready to hit the ground running. And that's exactly what we did. We took a train and a bus to St. Peter's Square where we met up with a college friend who is living and working in Rome. The Sistine Chapel had been our first planned stop, but due to St. Joseph's Feast Day it was closed. With a quick change of plans we regrouped and headed towards the Colusseum and Roman Forum. On the way we climbed one of the Seven Hills to catch a breath taking view of the city. It reminded me a lot of a scene in "The Scarlet & The Black." (hmm...wonder why?) The view was absolutely beautiful. I hadn't realized how green Rome was. Standing in the park at the top of the hill I realized why people fall in love with the city. Students were studying under orange trees, while kids played soccer against an ancient brick wall. A few blocks away, in the River Oaks of Rome, we stood in line to look through the "keyhole." When you peer into the tiny dark hole in the door, you are greeted unexpectedly with a view of St. Peters, perfectly framed by rows of neatly trimmed bushes. I felt like a little kid looking through a kaleidascope at a make believe picture. Continuing our journey, we stopped for pizza at a small pizzaria in the Jewish section of town. Delicious and very much what was needed at the time. As we walked down the street leaving the restaurant, I stopped to refill my water bottle at one of the many public fountains that are sprinkeled througout the city. Two more brief stops before we hit the main attraction- the mouth of truth or "la bocca de veritatas," and the prison where Sts. Peter and Paul were kept. About this point Katelin and Sierra left so that Callye and I could explore the Colusseum and Forum on our own. It's probably a good thing because we were both completely blown away by the Colusseum. It was so cool to be walking through something that old. And the size! I stood on the top level looking down, and could almost hear the roar of the crowd and see the lions pacing below. I could see the fraility of a single human life, alone in the arena, and realized the huge sacrifice, and the strength required to make it, that was the lot of so many early Christians. I've read the history, but until that moment had not realized what a huge structure it was or the number of people who must have crowded in for the games. Even after we left and were walking around the rest of the city, every time we caught a glimpse we stopped to take a picture.
Other things we saw that day and related thoughts:
- Forum: cool, big, old. Not nearly as awesome as the Colusseum.
- Carvagio paintings: real art. Modern paintings do not even come close. How awesome that you can walk into random churches and see these great works of art. They really were meant to lift the mind and heart to God.
- Fountain Trivia: did not realize how big it was! Again, good art = awesome.
- Pantheon: it's a circle? Being Catholic is cool.
Saturday morning started with a visit to Musee Bourghese. We did the audio tour, great investment. There were a few Bernini sculptures, which were among my favorite items in Rome- Apollo and Daphi, and the Rape of Prosperpina. The level of detail, the emotions conveyed, and the manner in which marble was manipulated to look like flesh was beyond description. I can still see parts of the scupltures in my mind, and I don't think they will ever cease to amaze me. That is true craftsmenship.
The details and order of the rest of the trip is already starting to get fuzzy, but other highlights:
- Sistine Chapel: after waiting in line for two hours, we ran through the rest of the Vatican Museum to get to the Sistine Chapel. Wow! I don't even know how to describe seeing those paintings in real life. A room filled with beautiful art. It's almost too much. How do you take it all in? We talk now of an data overload, but walking into that room for the first time must have been much the same. Where do you start? Where do your eyes look first? How do you extract the lessons to be learned from each painting?
- St. Peters: the outside did nothing to prepare me for the size and grandeur inside. It is designed to make you feel insignificant and remind you of your nothingness in the sight of God. I know there is more to religion than the emotional side, but it is still important. While we were standing inside, completely overwhelmed, the organist began practicing for Sumday mass. Wow! For me, music is the piece that ties it all together. More than any other form of art, beautiful music can speak to my soul. Standing there it all makes sense. The composers who wrote beautiful church pieces were writing for cathedrals. They were writing to fill to the brim these enormous and elaborate masterpieces. The Pieta is in a side chapel towards the front, and again so much emotion is captured. How can you not feel sadness with the sorrowing Mother?
We went to the top of St. Peters as well and looked down over the city. Incredible that such a structure could be built with none of the modern tools or technology. Saw some more fountains. I love water, so was very enchanted with them. The four corners fountain by Bernini was one of my favorites.
The other really cool thing was getting to see two of my cousins who were studying at the University of Dallas Rome campus. We went to church together Sunday morning and then walked around for a few hours. It was great to see them and catch up, and they were able to give me some more details on some of the things I'd seen already which was cool. For example, the wooden altar covering in St. Peter's is eight stories high!
I could keep going and going, but instead I'm going to end by saying it was a very worth it three day trip. Rome is the first place I have been to that I would go back in a heartbeat. I've loved every other place I've been and would love to return, but I want to visit other places first. I would not mind going back to Rome again, even if it meant sacrificint another trip.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Snowboarding, etc
I didn't spend much time on the computer after the first few days, so here's a quick recap of the rest of my trip.
After our whirlwind tour of Tokyo, we settled down to the real business of our trip- snowboarding. Our host had arranged for us to stay at a Japanese resort near the slopes, which was pretty cool. We had a two-room suite. The bottom level was covered with Japanese mats...no chairs, and had the bathroom. A small ladder led to the upstairs, where there were six beds. Breakfast and dinner was served in a small private room off the main cafeteria. We did have a debate over whether it was because they were afraid we would be too loud or out of respect. Considering how loud some of the Japanese guests were, I tend to think it was more a sign of respect. The food was delicious, with our last dinner being two traditional Japanese soups. Who would have known that they have their own version of chicken soup?
The boarding experience was so much fun! Lesson number one- how to stand up took a little while. My younger sister caught on almost immediately and was navigating the bunny slope in no time. I, on the other hand, took a few runs to be able to make it to the bottom standing up- and going backwards. I finally learned how to turn and then the fun could really begin. By the end of the third day I was much more confident and even doing a beginners carve. The second day we went up to the top of the mountain where there was another green slope and a great view of the surrounding mountains. At the end of the highest lift was a small hike to reach the summit. We decided to go up after lunch and ran into a Japanses lady who told us that there was a saying in Japan that said "you have done a good deed if you can see the view from the top on a clear day." I guess we must have done something good because the sky was perfectly clear and we could see the smoke from the volcano that had erupted two days earlier. Much as I love summitting mountains, my favorite part is unquestionably the long run down the mountain I did the last day. Starting at the top, I rode my board to the very bottom. I went alone, enjoying every moment of the ride. The beauty of the mountains, and the stillness of my surroundings was a powerful reminder of God's power and loving care.
After three days, I was sore, bruised, and slightly swollen in parts. I was thouroughly beat, and unfortunately the weather that night left a thick blanket of snow on the ground the next morning. One day later and we would have had beautiful slopes to ride. As it was, we headed out to do some local site-seeing. We stopped first at a temple, which was quite beautiful covered in snow. Again, I wish I understood the history and architecture, but even lacking that I am glad we made the stop. We then stopped by an outdoor foot onsen. This is basically a big tub filled with hot water from an underground spring. Traditional full-sized onsens are basically very hot public baths. To use them you must first shower very well, as neiher dirt nor soap are allowed in the onsens. After the foot onsen, we headed back to the base, stopping for a quick picture of Mt. Fuji on the way.
Our last full day in Japan was spent retracing our steps a little. We went back to the Forbidden Gardens and spent several hours wandering around. Despite the winter cold, there were still several plants in bloom, including a few cherry trees! That was pretty cool and I'll have to post pictures when I get them back from my sister. Typically the cherry trees don't bloom until later in the spring, so it was a very nice treat to see them in early February. Finally, we wrapped up the day with a souvenir shopping trip.
One last comment before I wrap up this ridiculously long post. People ask me about the food. I expected sushi to be absolutely amazing there and to want to eat nothing but sushi the whole time I was there. As it turned out, I only ate it once. It didn't seem to be all that much better than some of the sushi I've had here in the states, and it didn't beat the tuna I had in Samoa. However, what I did really enjoy were the noodle bowls. I could eat those all day! And yes, those I will miss now that I am back.
After our whirlwind tour of Tokyo, we settled down to the real business of our trip- snowboarding. Our host had arranged for us to stay at a Japanese resort near the slopes, which was pretty cool. We had a two-room suite. The bottom level was covered with Japanese mats...no chairs, and had the bathroom. A small ladder led to the upstairs, where there were six beds. Breakfast and dinner was served in a small private room off the main cafeteria. We did have a debate over whether it was because they were afraid we would be too loud or out of respect. Considering how loud some of the Japanese guests were, I tend to think it was more a sign of respect. The food was delicious, with our last dinner being two traditional Japanese soups. Who would have known that they have their own version of chicken soup?
The boarding experience was so much fun! Lesson number one- how to stand up took a little while. My younger sister caught on almost immediately and was navigating the bunny slope in no time. I, on the other hand, took a few runs to be able to make it to the bottom standing up- and going backwards. I finally learned how to turn and then the fun could really begin. By the end of the third day I was much more confident and even doing a beginners carve. The second day we went up to the top of the mountain where there was another green slope and a great view of the surrounding mountains. At the end of the highest lift was a small hike to reach the summit. We decided to go up after lunch and ran into a Japanses lady who told us that there was a saying in Japan that said "you have done a good deed if you can see the view from the top on a clear day." I guess we must have done something good because the sky was perfectly clear and we could see the smoke from the volcano that had erupted two days earlier. Much as I love summitting mountains, my favorite part is unquestionably the long run down the mountain I did the last day. Starting at the top, I rode my board to the very bottom. I went alone, enjoying every moment of the ride. The beauty of the mountains, and the stillness of my surroundings was a powerful reminder of God's power and loving care.
After three days, I was sore, bruised, and slightly swollen in parts. I was thouroughly beat, and unfortunately the weather that night left a thick blanket of snow on the ground the next morning. One day later and we would have had beautiful slopes to ride. As it was, we headed out to do some local site-seeing. We stopped first at a temple, which was quite beautiful covered in snow. Again, I wish I understood the history and architecture, but even lacking that I am glad we made the stop. We then stopped by an outdoor foot onsen. This is basically a big tub filled with hot water from an underground spring. Traditional full-sized onsens are basically very hot public baths. To use them you must first shower very well, as neiher dirt nor soap are allowed in the onsens. After the foot onsen, we headed back to the base, stopping for a quick picture of Mt. Fuji on the way.
Our last full day in Japan was spent retracing our steps a little. We went back to the Forbidden Gardens and spent several hours wandering around. Despite the winter cold, there were still several plants in bloom, including a few cherry trees! That was pretty cool and I'll have to post pictures when I get them back from my sister. Typically the cherry trees don't bloom until later in the spring, so it was a very nice treat to see them in early February. Finally, we wrapped up the day with a souvenir shopping trip.
One last comment before I wrap up this ridiculously long post. People ask me about the food. I expected sushi to be absolutely amazing there and to want to eat nothing but sushi the whole time I was there. As it turned out, I only ate it once. It didn't seem to be all that much better than some of the sushi I've had here in the states, and it didn't beat the tuna I had in Samoa. However, what I did really enjoy were the noodle bowls. I could eat those all day! And yes, those I will miss now that I am back.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Spark's Notes: Tokyo Edition
Yesterday we did a quick highlights tour of Tokyo. We started out the day by trying to take a tour of the C-130s, but after almost getting thrown into a military prison we decided it might be safer to just avoid the base for a little while. Three trains, a subway, and a half-mile walk later we found Tokyo Tower. I must admit that until yesterday I didn't even know such a place existed. It's taller than the Eiffel Tower by a few feet, and weighs a lot less due to advances in technology. I hadn't really researched much about Japan since I had no planning control over the trip so I might end up having to look up the places we go after I get home. The view from the midpoint observation tower was quite impressive. We could see Mount Fuji in the distance since it was very clear day, and the harbor on the other side. Every side we looked was a huge sprawling city. Houston seems small in comparison. On the way down, we stopped at the kids' carnival and took a bunch of pictures. Traveling with two other girls made is making the picture taking lots of fun. We had no problem pretending to be little kids again. Once we reached the bottom we stopped at a crepe/ice cream stand and availed ourselves of some refreshments. One of the boys in our group ordered octopus balls from another street vendor, but they weren't nearly as good as the crepes.
Next stop was the Sony Tower where the boys had a field day looking at all the beta testing products that have yet to be released. By far the coolest thing in my opinion was the piano staircase. Every step was a different note, so it sounded like a little kid banging on a piano as people went up and down.
Although it was getting late by this point, we took another subway over to the Palace, only to find that it had already closed for the day. We wandered around for a little while, then decided we would try to make it back on Saturday, time permitting.
With darkness moving in, we hopped back to see one of the temples and what is apparently tourist shopping heaven in Tokyo. Unfortunately our tour guide had neglected to tell us to bring lots of money for the day so the souvenir shopping will have to wait until Saturday as well. The temple was cool, but again I don't know much of the culture or history behind it. Next time I'll be sure to do my own research ahead of time. :) There was a big incense pot at the foot of the steps leading up the temple entrance. Apparently you are supposed to "waft" yourself in the insense to keep yourself young. There was also a trough with water to bathe yoursel and remove impurities.
Last item on the agenda was "Tokyo Times Square," a pretty busy crossroads. We sat upstairs in a Starbucks and watched as time after time the street would fill with hundreds of people crossing, and then seemingly just as suddenly the people would disappear. It was amazing how many people live in the city and were congregating on this one block, on a Sunday evening. If there's one thing I took away from yesterday it was that- Tokyo is a huge city with lots of people.
Next stop was the Sony Tower where the boys had a field day looking at all the beta testing products that have yet to be released. By far the coolest thing in my opinion was the piano staircase. Every step was a different note, so it sounded like a little kid banging on a piano as people went up and down.
Although it was getting late by this point, we took another subway over to the Palace, only to find that it had already closed for the day. We wandered around for a little while, then decided we would try to make it back on Saturday, time permitting.
With darkness moving in, we hopped back to see one of the temples and what is apparently tourist shopping heaven in Tokyo. Unfortunately our tour guide had neglected to tell us to bring lots of money for the day so the souvenir shopping will have to wait until Saturday as well. The temple was cool, but again I don't know much of the culture or history behind it. Next time I'll be sure to do my own research ahead of time. :) There was a big incense pot at the foot of the steps leading up the temple entrance. Apparently you are supposed to "waft" yourself in the insense to keep yourself young. There was also a trough with water to bathe yoursel and remove impurities.
Last item on the agenda was "Tokyo Times Square," a pretty busy crossroads. We sat upstairs in a Starbucks and watched as time after time the street would fill with hundreds of people crossing, and then seemingly just as suddenly the people would disappear. It was amazing how many people live in the city and were congregating on this one block, on a Sunday evening. If there's one thing I took away from yesterday it was that- Tokyo is a huge city with lots of people.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Welcome to Japan
It's been almost two years since I last posted, but I am re-opening this blog for a week to chronicle my adventures in Japan. I am here visiting a family friend with one of my sisters, two of his brothers, and his sister-in-law. It's a good bunch of people to do a group travel with since we are all like family and very comfortable with each other.
After a fourteen hour direct flight from Houston, we landed at Narita yesterday afternoon and took a bus back to the Yakota airforce base where our friend is stationed. Yesterday was pretty uneventful since we were all completely exhausted from the travels. The one thing we did do was get sushi, where I managed to completely embarrass myself. First, I tried to eat with the chopsticks they used to count the number of sushi you had ordered. Then, as we were leaving, I turned around and missed the step. I slid across the floor, desperately trying to regain my footing, hitting the door, and almost knocking over the waitress and one of the other patrons. I felt so bad, but even worse when the waitress almost started to cry---she was so worried that I had hurt myself. Quite embarrassing!
After a fourteen hour direct flight from Houston, we landed at Narita yesterday afternoon and took a bus back to the Yakota airforce base where our friend is stationed. Yesterday was pretty uneventful since we were all completely exhausted from the travels. The one thing we did do was get sushi, where I managed to completely embarrass myself. First, I tried to eat with the chopsticks they used to count the number of sushi you had ordered. Then, as we were leaving, I turned around and missed the step. I slid across the floor, desperately trying to regain my footing, hitting the door, and almost knocking over the waitress and one of the other patrons. I felt so bad, but even worse when the waitress almost started to cry---she was so worried that I had hurt myself. Quite embarrassing!
Friday, February 02, 2007
New blog
I realize my life is nowhere near as exciting now that I'm back in the States, but if you want to see what's going on go to maiflower1121.blogspot.com
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Final post
I'm back at Rice and beginning my final semester of undergraduate studies, so this will probably be my last post in this blog. Maybe if I feel inspired I'll start another one at some point in this semester. This however will remain as a personal reminder of my semester in Samoa.
Being back has been so much easier than I thought. I do miss some things and many of the people from Samoa, but it is good to be home. I miss the friends I made and the extreme welcomness and friendliness of Samoans as a whole. I miss snorkeling in Palolo Deep. I miss the laid back pace of life.
Over Christmas break, and now being back at school I have had the opportunity to think about what my trip meant to me and how it has changed me. Maybe some of you disagree, but here are my thoughts. Studying and living abroad is like stepping through a door into a whole new world that you never knew existed. Coming back, you cannot just close the door and forget about it. It has become a part of who you are, and I know that it will forever shape who I am in the future. I have become more self-confident and willing to take risks. Not knowing anyone else really forces you to think about who you are and how you define yourself. I have no idea what the future holds for me, but I am no longer afraid of it.
Being in a developing country made me realize how much I take for granted and how much wastefulness goes on around me. It's not so much about becoming a green-fanatic as it is about realizing that we are stewards of God's creation and must treat it with proper care.
Finally, I have come to realize more than ever that God has a reason for everything. I had my own plans when I went abroad, but what happened while I was abroad is exactly what I needed at this point in my life.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this blog. If you haven't already I hope that one day you are able to experience living in a foreign country, even if it's only for a short time.
God bless.
Being back has been so much easier than I thought. I do miss some things and many of the people from Samoa, but it is good to be home. I miss the friends I made and the extreme welcomness and friendliness of Samoans as a whole. I miss snorkeling in Palolo Deep. I miss the laid back pace of life.
Over Christmas break, and now being back at school I have had the opportunity to think about what my trip meant to me and how it has changed me. Maybe some of you disagree, but here are my thoughts. Studying and living abroad is like stepping through a door into a whole new world that you never knew existed. Coming back, you cannot just close the door and forget about it. It has become a part of who you are, and I know that it will forever shape who I am in the future. I have become more self-confident and willing to take risks. Not knowing anyone else really forces you to think about who you are and how you define yourself. I have no idea what the future holds for me, but I am no longer afraid of it.
Being in a developing country made me realize how much I take for granted and how much wastefulness goes on around me. It's not so much about becoming a green-fanatic as it is about realizing that we are stewards of God's creation and must treat it with proper care.
Finally, I have come to realize more than ever that God has a reason for everything. I had my own plans when I went abroad, but what happened while I was abroad is exactly what I needed at this point in my life.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this blog. If you haven't already I hope that one day you are able to experience living in a foreign country, even if it's only for a short time.
God bless.
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