It has been almost a year since I found out that I would be a member of CR 10. It feels like just yesterday but I know I am a different person now then I was back then. It has been a while since I’ve returned to this blog so forgive me for I may be a bit rusty. I find it difficult to return to the experiences of this past summer on CR with the hustle and bustle of sophomore year but I will do my best without getting too sentimental. Here goes nothing…
Coming into Italy, I was incredibly excited. Not that Germany and Switzerland weren’t amazing because they surpassed my every expectation, but I had been anticipating Italy for the longest time because of what I was taught in high school. I took latin all throughout high school and had learned about the culture and the Roman customs, heres and Gods. I couldn’t wait to step off the train and geek out to the incredible nation of Italy. What I wasn’t expecting, however, was the incredible art from the Renaissance that defined Italy.
We finally arrived in Interlaken after a long an arduous journey with unexpected twists and turns that really tested the resiliency of our group. But we made it nonetheless. We made it to the most beautiful, serene place I have experienced. Let me employ my inner Monet and paint the scene for you…
Dachau. The name lingers in your mouth like a bad taste. It lingers in your ear like the sound of a gunshot. It lingers in the air like a foul smell. It is a name that brought fear into the hearts of those who heard it on the lips of SS officers during the height of the Nazi’s power.
Despite being exhausted from the long and arduous journey to the other side of the world, I woke up at the first sign of light in Berlin at 5:04 a.m. Our journey to learn about the culture of our neighbors to the east would start today and I wasn’t going to waste any time. I wanted to find out and document everything that I possibly could, from the simple cultural differences at breakfast, to the preservation of the history of this storied nation and city.
Wow. Just two days before I make the big hop across the Atlantic to start the journey of a lifetime. The thoughts and emotions running rampant in my mind can barely be contained. I am incredibly excited to forge new bonds with my fellow familia members by challenging ourselves and struggling on this new adventure.
“To see the sun sink down, drowned on his pink and purple and golden floods, and overwhelm Florence with tides of color that make all the sharp lines dim and faint and turn the solid city to a city of dreams, is a sight to stir the coldest nature.” – Mark Twain
All my life I’ve been told to throw everything that I have at the wall of life and see what sticks. I approached my application to CR the same way.