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China Road

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Books (2), Shanghai by Sammy SongLeave a Comment

Here I might compare both travelogues I read during our course this semester: the former namely J. Maartin Troost’s Lost on Planet China; the following namely Rob Gifford’s China Road. Whereas Troost reckoned with his experience abroad from the viewpoint of an unapologetic foreigner, both Gifford’s education in Chinese culture and fluency in Mandarin enabled China Road to resemble more …

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Just a Small Town Girl…

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Shanghai, Transformed by Miranda BurnhamLeave a Comment

As I walked through the mud between two construction sites on either side of the road, almost getting hit by three motorcyclists, one car, and seven people I realized something: sometimes, I f**king hate Shanghai. Sometimes Shanghai is smelly, sometimes it is too inconvenient, sometimes it is too big and too loud and sometimes I want spaghetti to actually taste …

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Units of Closure

In The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Shanghai, Looking back by Sammy Song1 Comment

I almost prefer the earlier blog prompts assigned with reference sources because lately without the departure point of that literature I can hardly muster anything to write about. It seems the unremarkable circumstances of my daily living can inspire me to say far less than can critical literature having already reckoned with ground-level accidents of living. Instead of the primordial …

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Keep On Living

In Florence, The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Looking back by Akemi Aiello1 Comment

I’ve taken my final flight of the semester and I’m finally home. After following my posts you may assume that I couldn’t be happier. Everyone here is asking how my trip was and “What is the one thing you learned?” “Do you think you feel different?” And every time I answer they say “Huh, interesting…” Like it isn’t profound enough …

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In Florence, The Art of Travel Fall 2015, Looking back by Erica Pappas1 Comment

I write to you from Zurich, the first of five cities I’ve glued to the end of my study abroad trip. I’m spending a few days here decompressing at the home of my dad’s very welcoming friend from college, sleeping in his eleven-year-old daughter’s bedroom which is barely large enough to hold her bed and her enormous, empty gerbil cage …