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Stop and smell (and see/hear/taste/touch) the roses

In Buenos Aires, Communicating, The Art of Travel Fall 2016, Places by Hashmita1 Comment

1:00 PM at the weekly fair in the park by the Recoleta cemetery. A four-person band that has just assembled their instruments begins to warm up with slow jazz tunes on the green carpet. “Qué fresquito hace hoy, no?”, says a woman to her child who is buttoning her dainty blue cardigan after a cold breeze passes them. She looks …

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Meditations Through a Glass Window No. 4

In Communicating, Florence, The Art of Travel Fall 2016 by HarryLeave a Comment

I believe that I mentioned in my last blog post that since my arrival in Florence I’ve had some terribly bad luck with electronic devices. Well I’m happy so say that hasn’t changed. In fact I think it’s gotten markedly worse. That’s why this week I’m choosing to take a step back from contemporary comforts and write this post entirely …

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In Communicating, The Art of Travel Fall 2016, Prague by Vivian1 Comment

I’d arrived at the nail salon to relax, get a silent, peaceful pedicure, and heal my aching feet after a wild birthday weekend. What I didn’t expect was to be bombarded with sounds coming from mouths that I did not understand. Around me, the customers and employees were chattering in Czech, Vietnamese, Chinese, and English, overwhelming me, and causing me …

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Mluvíte česky?

In Communicating, The Art of Travel Fall 2016, Prague by Zianna1 Comment

I grew up speaking both Spanish and English. I took Spanish classes whenever a language was required in school, and speak it with my Mexican family members in Los Angeles. My knowledge of Spanish has allowed me to understand Italian when the opportunity arose, and helped in understanding French when I lived in Paris this past summer. When I was …

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Language and Fear

In Communicating, The Art of Travel Fall 2016, Prague by Kai2 Comments

When I was walking to the corner store late last night, on the empty block near the residence hall, two men simultaneously twisted around towards me and said something loudly in Czech then turned back away, laughing, as I walked past. I kept my head down and quickened my pace, ducking into the neon sanctuary of the marketplace as soon …