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By tinavisc

I was warmingly warned of this phenomenon called "Africa Time" the second day after I arrived in South Africa. Apparently many foreigners have come from their organized, timely homes only to discover time does not exist in Africa as it does in most other continents of the world. Time, here, is not so much a number to be counted, but a feeling to be sensed. "Now" doesn't necessarily mean immediately.
For example, someone may tell you they'll attend to a task "now now," which could range from 20 minutes to 2 hours. "Just now"-2 hours to 2 days.

During the time I've spent here, I've come to loving accept "Africa Time." It's one of the many things I've found Africa to do better than at home. Allowing ambiguity in a timetable allows for unforeseen circumstances -opportunities to thoroughly live in the present without worrying about what you must do in the future.

By mtumasz

Greetings Mates! Time for another weekly installment of my knowledge and experiences from Abroad in New Zealand!

So I just came back from mid-semester break, where I traveled around Australia for a week, then the South Island of New Zealand for a week. It was AH-MAZING. But traveling constantly, with no incoming cash flow, can be challenging. The goal is to make things as cheap as possible, to be able to do as much as you can while on a budget. For this two week trip, we saved money by staying in hostels, instead of regular hotels. We also ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches everyday, and I don't think I'll be able to eat another one for years...

So anyways, we spent the entire trip hostel hopping. Hostels are great for meeting new people, especially if you're traveling by yourself. The ones we stayed at would have social activities each night like bingo, pool contests, and free drinks at local bars. They would also give away awesome prizes like free bungy jumps, bar tabs, and discounted adventures throughout the country.

Some hostels even give you FREE MEALS. We had several hostels that gave us free dinner, and even free breakfast. It feels so good to eat a nice warm meal after eating granola bars all day.

If you do decide to travel throughout a country, and are trying to save a couple bucks, I highly recommend going the hostel route. They're fun, friendly, and definitely cater to the college-age demographic.

There are a couple downsides about hostels though. You usually don't get your own room; you could be sharing a room with up to 12 other people. Also, the bathrooms are communal, so make sure to bring some shower shoes. Also, not all hostels have free wifi, and this can be hard when you're trying to plan things, or trying to stay in contact with people not traveling with you. But other than that, hostels are great.

Safe travels and stay tuned for more adventures from down undah!

By stlake

This past weekend, me and 8 other friends traveled to Barcelona. It was an amazing trip, with some sightseeing, nightlife and seeing my bestie Kat! Everyone loves a list so here are the 11 things I learned about the Barca culture and myself. I would do 10, but I couldn’t possibly be that predictable.

1.    Don’t be so quick to judge something as “sketchy”

So as many of you would assume, organizing a hostel for 8 people is not an easy task. I ended up booking a hostel, pretty last minute. I received an email saying that this man, Enrique, would meet us on a street corner to bring us to our flat. The line in the email that struck us all the most was “This is not like a normal hostel”. We were all extremely anxious and made many jokes referencing the movie “Taken”. But the hostel ended up totally fine. We had two rooms where we had to share beds but I think the cuddling only made us closer. It was a great location, clean, with 4 bathrooms and the other travelers were extremely nice. I’ve come realize that cheap travelling is so popular in Europe that a group of people renting out rooms is completely normal.

2.    You can take the girl out the city but you can’t take the city out of the girl

In my last blog post, I talked about how I am learning to be more “go with flow”, and enjoy the slower pace of Alicante. But, Barca brought back all my old habitats. I’m a walking fast, j walking all over the place, staying observant for pickpockets and yes, I was definitely more anxious

3.    The DC metro has taught me well

While the taxis in Barcelona were reasonably priced, it was much more economically to take the metro. I showed everyone how to buy 10 passes and navigated us from line to line. I know you guys were impressed; my sense of direction is pretty awesome. Yes, I am giving myself a pat on the back right now.

4.    I need to learn how to read a map

So yes, I did just say I led the group through the metro and have a good sense of direction. But I am quite dependent on my iPhone and my GPS speaking to me and giving me step by step directions, so navigating the tiny, winding calles (streets) of Barcelona with solely a paper map, especially while STARVING, proved to be a big challenge for me and led to me being pretty grumpy. So, shout out to Max for saving me and leading us to Milk Bar, one of the yummiest brunches I’ve ever had (totally recommend it! I got the breakfast burger; beef burger with bacon and a fried egg)

5.    Catalan isn’t Spanish

I mean duh. But I was still surprised to see how prominent it was. Most street signs and menus were in Catalan. I noticed it when people said certain words and it was funny to me how much the accent was different just 5 hours north. The people of Barcelona take so much pride in their Catalina culture and it was very cool to experience the differences for 3 days.

6.    Young Spaniards’ English speaking skills kick young Americans’ Spanish speaking skills in the cuello (butt)

My friend Zach’s friend from summer camp has lived in Barcelona his entire life. He invited us over to his family’s beautiful apartment and we met a few of his friends. Both groups, us Americans and the Spaniards had been learning the respective other language for about the same length of time but their skills were far better. I think it has to with how we teach foreign language in the United States; there is a greater emphasis on grammar and writing, rather than speaking. But more so, I think it has to with attitude; they all take great pride in the fact they know English and it’s the cool thing to know. Americans known this fact and selfishly find less of a need to perfect their foreign language skills.

7.    Techno music is the beat of the city

Lord, if I have to hear one more techno remix! Nothing I can really do about this one. I guess I’ll just have to wait another 3 months to do the Cupid Shuffle.

8.    Roman ruins exist in Spain

We went to the Museu d’História de Barcelona and one of the exhibits sends you back in time to see the Roman Ruins that were found underneath an old cathedral in Barcelona. It was incredible to learn about how the ancient Romans had a presence in Barcelona and see these artifacts still in great shape!

9.    The rain in Spain doesn’t mainly stay on the plains

The first surprising rainy day was in Villena, about an hour from Alicante, at the Desfile de los Moros y los Cristianos (Parade of the Christians and the Moors) and now the second day, was this Sunday in Barcelona. Audrey Hepburn in Funny Girl was clearly misled. Check the weather before you go out and invest in a mini umbrella.

10. Gaudi runs Barcelona

My favorite place in Barcelona is the Parc Guell, which displays Gaudi’s mosaics and architecture in a beautiful garden. It also happens to be one of the places Cheetah Girls 2 was filmed (yes, I spent the day humming “Strut” a la Raven Symone). He also built the Sagrada Familia and many other buildings around the city. His style, to me is what makes Barcelona less of a city and more a work of art.

11. “I just want a Picasso, in my casa”  

Jay-z speaks the truth per usual. My favorite part of the Picasso museum was his interpretation of the “Las Meninas”, a famous painting by Diego Velázquez, which is in the Prado Museum in Madrid. But Picasso’s versions are so unique and colorful-my favorites were his interpretations of Princess Margarita.

Next up: My first full week of classes followed by a CIEE led trip to the city of Valencia!

By sdemetry

Hello again!

As Facebook constantly reminds me, GW classes are now in session. The complaints and praises of new professors, a tough workload to come, and the waning excitement of a new year have finally set in, and social media is quick to remind me of it. In contrast, however, things have gotten off to a pretty slow start for me in Berlin. The past three weeks have been full of exploration, language acquisition, and an orientation course for four hours each day. It still hasn't set in that I will be here for an entire year, but I am already so happy that I made that decision. With courses starting in October and ending in December, the semester-long program is really quite short once the initial culture-shock wears off.

Berlin has been awesome. I have discovered new cultural things, already walked and biked more than I do in a full semester at GW, and really started to familiarize myself with my surroundings. I'm starting to feel like it's not such a foreign place- making the transition from tourist to student is one that I am very excited to be through with.

Although I could spend this entire post telling you how much I love Berlin, the purpose of this blog is more to share my experiences with the internship that I will be partaking in. Unfortunately, that hasn't started yet. I visited the office to get myself acquainted with the "Chef" (boss), and other than that, nothing has come into fruition. We decided it would be best for me to start work after my intensive-orientation course has come to an end and I am beginning to speak German more naturally and easily. So now, we wait!

My first day is prospectively October 14th. Initially, I was a bit disappointed by the month-long delay, but being here for the full year means that my internship will last longer than a semester regardless of whether I start today or in October.

At our meeting, nothing concrete was discussed. I was told that I would work on two main research projects and accompany the team to various events, sometimes helping out with event-planning as well. They are not used to having an intern in the office, so I will be blazing a new path for future interns. I find that both exciting and intimidating- I'm not sure what to expect, but I don't think that they are either.

Obviously, I can't yet say if my research with the Nature Conservancy will make a true difference. As of now, I haven't made any contributions to the team. However, they seem to be putting a lot of responsibility in my hands, and if I'm given the opportunity to customize the research, I will certainly run with it.

I am anticipating a few difficulties concerning the language barrier, but I am not going to let them get in the way of my research. We decided that it would be best to speak solely in German, however when a complicated task comes up, anything out of the ordinary will be specified in English as well. Other than that, I'm expecting it to be a great experience. The office is very small and intimate, and the staff was quite excited to see a fresh face.

I am sorry that there's not yet more to say about my internship experience. But, maybe this is important to see as well. When you try to get an internship abroad, you have to account for all of this orientation, and possibly being too busy to start as soon as you'd like to. It's an unfortunate reality, but once it all comes together, I'm expecting some great things.

Next time, I will surely have a lot to say. For now, I have only these few opinions and speculations to share. As before, please contact me if you have any questions... I would love to spend hours talking about every facet of Berlin- not just my imminent research.

Until next time,

SD

By kathleenmccarthy1

Thursday and Friday were orientation days for international students at NUI, Galway. Thursday was mainly focused on making sure the students knew how to access the university’s services and take care of all our requirements as international students. Friday was dedicated entirely to presentations by all the academic departments at NUIG about how to register for their classes and what modules are being offered this semester. Things aren’t quite as organized or efficient at NUIG as they are GW.  To begin with, most of the students had already viewed a booklet of modules that would be offered this semester, but the class schedules here aren’t actually finalized until right before teaching begins so many of those were not actually being offered. Also, there is no online registration here so everything has to be done the old fashioned way.  Each department has its own day in which students sign up for seminar classes on a first come, first serve basis. Regular lecture classes are less complicated to register for but registration for those doesn’t take place for another two weeks. The point of such a long pre-registration period is so that the students can “shop around” for classes and see what they can handle. One drawback of this though is that we don’t have access to Blackboard until registration happens. This laid-back system has caused some anxiety for myself and the other American students who are used to knowing what classes they have right away. There is also very little communication between departments and this means that when each department made their presentations, they gave students information that affected the university as a whole so each one was very repetitive. By the end of orientation, most of the international students (or at least the American ones) were a lot less confident that they could actually successfully register for the classes that they wanted to take. They way that they determine who gets spots in smaller classes didn’t really seem as fair as the American system to a lot of us and rely a lot on students being honest and following the rules. The uncertainty of the whole process is also unsettling for students who need to fulfill certain requirements at their home institutions. The Irish attitude towards all of the confusion involving registration seems to be a lot like their attitude towards everything else: alarmingly nonchalant.  They seem to be aware that things will probably go wrong at certain points while students are trying to register but don’t seem to have any desire to implement a more efficient system. This led me to realize just how neurotic American college students can be. We really like to know exactly what classes we will be taking and when they will be. Not knowing that we can have everything just right REALLY makes us nervous. The Irish students on the other hand are a lot less concerned about it. I couldn’t help but wonder if I will start to adopt a more “Irish attitude” about things when I get back home or if I will simply be relieved to back in a world of certainty.

By meaggymurphy

Patterns are funny things in life. They are so dependent on variables like timing, culture, necessities, and personality; however, patterns have a way of becoming rigid and invariable. They become routines whether we want them to or not. Part of the reason I chose to come study abroad in Spain was because I have a previously unspoken/unwritten promise with myself regarding routines. This self-contract is that I will always take the opportunity to challenge myself to break out of patterns. I know myself to be a person who becomes easily bewitched into a routine- if I could, I'd wake up at the same time everyday, eat the same thing for breakfast, and go through a series of comfortable motions until bedtime. But where's the fun in that?! Life is about variety, switching it up, and trying new things. This is why I love travel so much; it literally forces you to break out of habitual familiarities and adapt in an unfamiliar environment.

Spain has done a good job of shattering my well-established U.S. routine. For example, somewhere along the line in life, I was bitten by the "Early to bed, early to rise" bug. It's annoying, I know. When I'm in America, I take comfort in the pattern of waking up early, having a cup of coffee, and doing productive things until it's time for class or work. One of the biggest adaptations I've undergone in Pamplona is the acceptance that this routine simply does not work.

The life of a student in Spain is one that tends to start later and end later. Everything here happens later. Breakfast happens when I'm used to having lunch, lunch when I'm used to having dinner, and dinner when I'd usually be fast asleep. Life is very much more nocturnal; this past week I was surprised/horrified to hear a friend telling me that during exams, he prefers to play fútbol at night, return home to eat around 10 p.m., and then study from midnight till the sun comes up. That's his routine. I don't think I'll ever be that much of a night owl. But at basic as it sounds, I like talking to people whose life rhythms are different from mine- simple patterns tell a lot about traditions, preferences, and what people find significant in life. For me, it's just as important to participate in and experience as many life patterns as possible as it is to establish one for myself. Luckily, I'm getting to experience the routine-shattering shift that I was hoping Spain would provide. So far, I'm keeping my promise to myself and adapting. Someday, the time will come when I realize that I'm just as comfortable in my Spain routine as I was in my American routine, and then I'll know it's time for a new challenge. For now, I'll keep enjoying the novelty and freshness of my life rhythm in Pamplona.

By mfretes93

When you're abroad in a brand new place, surrounded by new people and a new culture and maybe even a new language, sometimes the idea of traveling--and seeing even more new people, new cultures, and maybe even a new dialect--can easily slip your mind. Either that, or sometimes, it can even seem daunting.

Last weekend, I took a weekend trip to a nearby town called Ilha Grande. Situated on a giant island about 3 hours away from the city of Rio de Janeiro proper, it was an unforgettable experience during a semester that already is an unforgettable experience.

In somewhat of a contrast with metropolitan Rio de Janeiro, Ilha Grande was somewhat of a Caribbean adventure just outside of the bustling city. Yes, there are beaches in Rio de Janeiro--some of the best and most famous in the world--but being that it's such a densely populated city, sometimes it can be hard to find your own space at the beach, without traveling hours to find a spot hidden from tourists.

At Ilha Grande, not only do you have a beach haven, where you can walk miles along the sand and only encounter a few people, you also have the island mood. Everyone is constantly in a good mood; the sun is always shining; and there are enough adorable shops all throughout town to make anyone's heart melt, and their inner tourist--no matter how hidden--come out to play. Oh, and did I mention the painstakingly beautiful beaches?

But besides being an excellent getaway, the trip allowed me to realize one thing about study abroad: the necessity of travel.

It might seem counterintuitive sometimes to travel while you're already traveling, but study abroad is an immensely unique opportunity to see more of the world than the place you chose to study in. Not only do you have the time--an entire semester, and weekends are amazing opportunities to see other parts of a country--but domestic tickets, and even international ones across short distances, are usually cheaper than tickets to those same places from the States.

Sure, it's not always possible to travel, sometimes tickets just are too expensive and sometimes you just don't have the time. And I certainly don't plan on using every single one of my precious weekends in Rio to travel, but while I'm here, why not see as much of Brazil as I can? São Paulo is one hour away by plane; and the north and the south are both very accessible by flight as well.

After all, I've got three months left. That's 13 weekends, three of which are longer breaks from school. I say it's time to explore.

By nmbutler3

Halò from Edinburgh, Scotland, where tartan kilts are not uncommon, bagpipe music can be heard at most times from at least a few places throughout the city, and the people are exceedingly kind to atone for the glum daily drizzles and chilly air. Obviously these are all exaggerations and stereotypes that are mostly untrue, although the first night I arrived in Edinburgh there were bagpipes being played for several hours just outside my flat window. Nevertheless, in having these stereotyped expectations shattered, my experience abroad has already proven to be a learning opportunity. There are of course hundreds of little things I’ve learned just in the first few days of being here, but as I am still sorting things out for myself, I’ll keep my sharing to just the highlighted lessons I’ve learned during my first few days here at the University of Edinburgh:

Once I had finally landed in Edinburgh, got through customs and had my passport freshly stamped with a visa, I started to make my way to my flat via the city’s public bus system with printouts of various bus routes and street maps at the ready in my hand. I was all set to take this city by storm, like a true Scottish local. Naturally, I was lost within five minutes of getting off the first bus, which meant my first encounter with a native Scotsman, would be me inquiring about directions. That’s right, my first interaction consisted of me timidly asking a woman at a bus stop if she knew the way to East Newington Place where I was meant to check in. Her response was not only friendly and graciously non-judgmental of my complete lack of local knowledge and, by this point, quite blatant frustration with my own inability to find the way and the weight of the luggage I was dragging along with me. Of course, as most students would, I was quite hesitant to admit defeat so soon upon arrival and rather disappointed that I hadn’t been able to master the tricks of the city’s natives, but it did teach me the very first lesson of studying abroad: Lesson Number 1: You will get lost. You will try to figure it out on your own as to not look like an incompetent American. You will, most likely, inevitably fail at figuring it out on your own and eventually give in and ask someone for directions. In the case of Edinburgh, that individual will likely be exceedingly friendly and helpful, as I have confirmed with the numerous interactions I’ve had since, and, if you are fortunate enough to run into the same woman that helped me on my journey from the Edinburgh airport to Hermit’s Croft (my flat), they may even flag down a bus just to ask the driver the best route to wherever it is you need to be.

Two bus routes and a quick taxi ride later, I finally made it to my accommodation where, after checking in and getting keys, I started unpacking and settling in and meeting my fellow flatmates, another American exchange student, and two Edinburgh students, one British and one Scottish. The nice thing about an exchange program is that you are thrown right into everyday student life just as though you were a normal student starting at the university. In this case, that meant attending Fresher’s Week, which is similar to orientation and Welcome Week at American universities, only it occurs the week before classes actually begin and the only students on campus are the students new to the university. The downside of an exchange program though is that you are also immediately thrown into the deep end of a new culture with no real guidance, meaning you are left to figure out much of the local culture and systems on your own, which can often be a long, albeit entertaining process. Surprises and misunderstandings become quite common, even when you’re speaking the same language as the rest of the country. For example, I am still regularly surprised at how comparatively focused, calm and level-headed freshman here are as opposed to many American students, and that doesn’t even begin to delve into the various subtle differences between US and British cultures. Fortunately for me, my flatmates have been incredibly helpful in this arena and are always happy to explain things to me, especially when it involves my frequently failed attempts to master Scottish and Gaelic pronunciations. For example, I spent all week talking about the Ceilidh, which is a traditional Scottish dance and celebratory event, but was so confused as to why no one knew what I was talking about whenever I mentioned the cee-lid. That was until my flatmate explained to me that the correct pronunciation was actually kay-lees since it was a Gaelic tradition. In other instances I offered to make biscuits, which are cookies in the UK, as a side for dinner, twisted the structures of identity within the UK, particularly in the differences between the UK, the British, and the English/Scottish, (helpful hint: if you’re studying abroad anywhere in the UK, make sure you know the distinctions between these), confused and convoluted the education set-up of courses,  and, on more than one occasion, butchered explanations of the various Scottish dishes, like haggis and neeps. And these misunderstandings only begin to scratch the surface of the cultural differences I’ve encountered. However, all these mistakes and missteps on my part have only led to a better understanding of the country and the culture, leading me to the second lesson I’ve learned this week. Lesson Number 2: You don’t have to acclimate to the culture right away. In fact, it’s rather unlikely that you will, and although the differences that exist within another Western country like the UK may not be as imposing or apparent as those that exist within some other destinations, there will be necessary adjustments that you have to make and while subtle, they may not be easy. Despite the fact that we haven’t actually started classes yet, this past week has been an exceedingly valuable learning process, and although most of the differences I’ve encountered have been relatively subtle and unobtrusive to everyday life, they continue to come as little shocks and surprises and take a bit of getting used to. But by slowly adjusting to these differences, rather than trying to acclimate immediately, I’ve been able to actually understand and appreciate the social and cultural differences.

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Edinburgh, Scotland

That brings me the final lesson I’ve learnt this past week. Lesson Number 3: It is okay to be a tourist sometimes and it’s alright to embrace being American. When I was preparing to study abroad, I had it in my mind that the best way to have a genuine experience was to integrate myself seamlessly into the culture as though I’d lived in Scotland my entire life. In fact, I had even convinced myself that any inkling of a tourist notion or reminder that I was American would somehow cheapen the experience of being abroad; however, in the past few days I’ve learnt that the opposite actually tends to be true. Since I arrived in the city, I’ve gone to several of the national museums, introduced my flatmates to American s’mores, wandered the busy main streets and, perhaps the most touristy experience of them all, hiked up Arthur’s Seat (an extinct volcano in the center of Edinburgh that overlooks the entire city and the much of the coast). Now of course, all of these blatantly conflict with the ideas I held before arriving, but as it turns out, they have also been some of the most fun experiences I’ve had since being here. As incredibly cliché as it sounds, as I reached the top of Arthur’s Seat the other day, it occurred to me that had I adhered to my conviction that it was best to avoid any main tourist attraction, I would not be experiencing the best view of Edinburgh and the coast. I also would have missed the impressive collections of Scottish art and history within the museums, the Edinburgh castle, the beautiful architecture and rich history of Edinburgh’s Old Town.

Of course, I am by no means suggesting that a study abroad experience be limited to or even based around a tourist agenda or that you spend your semester missing the comforts and amenities of home, but rather just expressing that it is actually acceptable, and often advisable, to take advantage of and embrace those tourist impulses every once in a while, celebrate and share the cultural differences that make you unique, indulge in some cliché adventures. Who knows, they just might lead you to one of the best views of the city.

By tinavisc

I was warmingly warned of this phenomenon called "Africa Time" the second day after I arrived in South Africa. Apparently many foreigners have come from their organized, timely homes only to discover time does not exist in Africa as it does in most other continents of the world. Time, here, is not so much a number to be counted, but a feeling to be sensed. "Now" doesn't necessarily mean immediately.
For example, someone may tell you they'll attend to a task "now now," which could range from 20 minutes to 2 hours. "Just now" ranges from 2 hours to 2 days.

During the time I've spent here, I've come to loving accept "Africa Time." It's one of the many things I've found Africa to do better than at home. Allowing ambiguity in a timetable allows for unforeseen circumstances -opportunities to thoroughly live in the present without worrying about what you must do in the future. It allows you to fully appreciate and think about exactly what you're doing in the moment. I've never felt more at home.

By arosema93

Well the Australian election was today. So was the Australia vs. South Africa rugby game (Wallabies and Springboks). In terms of importance to the rest of the world I reckon the rugby game was probably more important. Australia got destroyed but it was heaps of fun to watch with a bunch of friends. In the election, the Liberal Party won by a landslide (read Liberal party as equivalent to the American Republican Party). I enjoyed seeing the results simply because I am a huge supporter of third parties, and in Australia those can actually make a difference. Over 20 parties were represented in the election with 8 or so candidates for prime minister. These included parties from all ends of the spectrum including things like Animal Justice, Bullet Train for Australia, Stable Population Party, and many other extremely interesting parties. While none of those actually gained any representation, some did, with one seat in the senate even going to one of my favourites, the Australian Motorists Enthusiasts Party.

In other news, spring is starting to get beautiful in Canberra. The first days of spring here are already just as warm as the summer is in America. Flowers are blooming, and there will be an upcoming festival in the next weeks known as Floriade which is just a massive park filled with hundreds of thousands of flowers. Supposed to be really pretty, but we will see how my allergies hold up. That is one thing I have noticed though, it seems that allergies in other countries for me are a lot different, meaning basically non-existent.

Last week I spent the weekend in Wollongong and Sydney and had a blast just spending time relaxing down at the beach and fitting in with the local culture by pretending I am a good surfer. Unfortunately, in reality, I was probably just laughed at the whole time. I have some family down in Wollongong, although they are very loosely related. However, their hospitality has been amazing. It seems that many of the exchange students here have some sort of family somewhere in Australia. I don’t know how loosely related, but it seems that everyone knows someone here which goes to show for the multicultural-ness of Australia. In fact, approximately a third of Australia’s population was not even born in the country! People come here from all over, and some simply choose to stay. Each year, there are tons of new immigrants and people applying for permanent residency and with such a beautiful country with a strong economy; it isn’t hard to see why. This is impressive progress considering the country allowed virtually no immigrants and only white ones up until the end of WWII. Now, only half of the country has parents who were both born in Australia.

Those figures are astounding as an American from Michigan where probably 50% of the people I know haven’t even been out of the country, and some have never even left the state. Perhaps the multicultural-ness of Australia is partially due to their small population, but Americans have never in the same way been as multicultural, or had such a love for international travel.