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I Am Dumb in Spanish

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

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 Vivian

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 Alejandra

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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The Space Between Our Words

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Prague by Alice

Languages are such cunning crafts of culture. They weave into your life and become invisible, discreet. They fuse into your life in ways that you can’t really understand until you leave them and take rest on a foreign shore. One can never really know how much one takes for granted until the sounds and symbols of an unfamiliar place robs …

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“Lost in translation”

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Paris by Howard

English is not my first language. I have been studying English inconsistently for almost 12 years now and I can finally say that I obtain this widely used language. French? The only two words I knew after this whole summer without practicing are “Bonjour” and “Merci”. I knew “ca va” too, but it would not be smart to say that …

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G’day Mate

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Sydney by Nicolas

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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Sono di… Florence?

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Florence by Isabel

I’m a liar. A bad one, but a liar nonetheless. No, I don’t lie on my taxes. I only lie when it’s necessary. The best example I can think of, and the one that has happened more than once, is when dealing with creepy people. Take last night. I was at Babylon, a dance club in Florence. I was dancing …

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Thank you, little girl

In The Art of Travel, 2. Communicating, Shanghai by Rachel

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 …

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The Argentina Effect

In The Art of Travel, 1. Introductions, Buenos Aires by Kiana

People keep commending me for coming here. I think it’s because when they think about Argentina, a nondescript jungle littered with Evita scripts comes to mind. I’d like to take this time to officially settle the matter- Buenos Aires is a large city, and in some ways much like New York. In fact, I live in a sub-section of the …

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Finding Comfort (Or Lack Thereof)

In The Art of Travel, 1. Introductions, Shanghai by Brooke

After studying abroad last semester and seamlessly transitioning into Czech society, I personally believed I would never experience ‘culture shock’. However, the bank teller who saw me break down into tears two days ago can attest that I had, yet again, jumped to a false conclusion. The days leading up to my bank break down had been inundated with miscommunication, …

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Sleepless in Shanghai

In The Art of Travel, 1. Introductions, Shanghai by Rachel

The first time I studied abroad, I fell in love with a city through the eyes of someone else. Before I began dating a boy from a different program who had already been in Prague for almost a year, my perspective of Prague was only what NYU had shown me: Old Town Square’s bustling, con-artist-like resemblance to Times Square, the …

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Revisiting the Familiar

In The Art of Travel, 1. Introductions, Shanghai by Irina

Returning to study at NYU Shanghai for a second time is like going back in time and refreshing the mind, allowing certain memories that might otherwise be left forgotten and buried under the heaps of junk stored in our brains resurface once more. When one returns home from a trip, it is easy to recall the highlights and adventures, often …

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We’re Not in New York Anymore

In The Art of Travel, 1. Introductions, Florence by Isabel

At the beginning of spring semester I got an email. “Congratulations! You’ve been accepted to NYU Florence Fall Semester!” it read. I could hardly read the rest, I was so excited. But in the midst of the first few moments of excitement, I was hit with another extreme emotion; total and complete fear. Oh god, I’m leaving the country, I thought. …