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Where Do I Find Myself

In The Art of Travel, 3. Getting oriented, Prague by Alice

Everyone who has visited Prague probably remembers their first sight of the city. Whether it is the red rooftops, the pastel colors, or the lovely architecture, it is a city to be admired and enjoyed. For me, foreign to the European city-scape in general, the picture-perfect quality of streets were extraordinary. It was like everything had been planned and coordinated …

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Cityscape XP: Next Level

In The Art of Travel, 3. Getting oriented, Shanghai by Rachel

I have spent very little time alone outside of NYU since I arrived in Shanghai. From the moment my flight landed in Pudong International Airport, I had maybe ten minutes of solitary freaking out because I didn’t know the address to the NYU dorm, had no wifi, and no cash. I then met a portal NYU Shanghai student who let …

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“A Room with a View”

In The Art of Travel, 3. Getting oriented, Sydney by Nicolas

Arriving on the first day in a foreign setting will inherently be the most liberating time spent during your stay at the destination.  Upon checking in to your temporary accommodations, unpacking your belongings, and taking the time to breath a sigh of relief, there is only one thing left to do: Step out the front door. Landing at Sydney Airport …

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Disney World?

In The Art of Travel, 3. Getting oriented, Prague by Maria Alejandra

“Franz said,‘Beauty in the European sense has always had a premeditated quality to it. We’ve always had an aesthetic intention and a long-range plan. That’s what enabled Western man to spend decades building a Gothic cathedral or a Renaissance piazza. The beauty of New York rests on a completely different base. It’s unintentional. It arose independently of human design, like …

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Learn a lot from the locals

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

My father was born and raised in Levin, New Zealand. My father’s accent and way with words is something I don’t notice anymore. However, it becomes evident when friends meet my dad for the first time and I see the surprised and perplexed look on their faces. Even though we’re all speaking the same language, my friends can obviously pick …

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Not All Coffee is Created Equal

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

I encountered my first minor communication struggle when I wanted a taste of my favorite and possibly the most ubiquitously consumed drug on the planet: coffee. I was shocked to learn that the barista did not know what an ‘americano’ is, so after a few seconds of gathering myself in order to switch out of autopilot, I almost condescendingly explained …

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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 …