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I Am Dumb in Spanish

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Buenos Aires by Kiana2 Comments

There is one way I feel that I can accurately describe my experience thus far with the language barrier. It’s a Monday morning in Spanish class, and I’m explaining the spread of neoliberalism in post World War II Latin American nations. One hour later, I’m in a nail salon, and all I’m able to spit out is “hola….. nails..?” It’s …

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Fak jó!

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Prague by VivianLeave a Comment

Fak jó! or f*** you! That is the question. (… or statement.) Did you know that in Czech “fak jó” (pronounced exactly the same as a rather explicit English statement) means “really” in English? Now you might respond, “fak jó”? And to respond to that, yes, it really does. All jokes aside though, as much fun it is to live …

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Nerozumím česky

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Prague by Maria Alejandra1 Comment

Yesterday I went on an NYU sponsored trip to Czech Switzerland National Park, a majestic forest filled with unbelievable views that make you feel as if you are in Narnia. (Indeed, some of the shots in the Narnia film series were filmed in this park–my inner child practically skipped up the hill with absolute joy…to the frustration of my legs …

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G’day Mate

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Sydney by Nicolas2 Comments

Learning how to handle expectations can be an extremely difficult, and at times, disorienting task. Whether you’re experiencing a different cuisine, trying out a new product you just purchased, or judging the value of an alternative service you just received, regardless of the outcome, it’s easy to fall victim to feelings of dissatisfaction and regret. Yet, often when you are …

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Thank you, little girl

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Shanghai by Rachel2 Comments

Briefly tutored by a Chinese-American friend, I knew approximately two Chinese phrases before arriving in Shanghai: xiè xiè, meaning ‘thank you,’ and xiǎo mèi, which roughly means ‘little girl.’ Whenever I’d do something stupid, my friends would shake their heads at me while calling me xiǎo mèi. Somehow, it never crossed my mind that getting around in Shanghai with only …