Nur: light (Arabic). Light’s literal definition is something that makes things visible. Light has many connotations: goodness, love, freedom, reaching a destination, realization. A lot of these were applicable today. The weather improved and for the first time we could see the sun. We all had free time today as well. And finally, today was… Read more »
Today Melanie was told that if she could find a Moorish lover and wanted to marry him, she could grant him a Spanish citizenship. How can she do this? Well, as a dual citizen of the United States and France, she has the right to work, study, live, and get a Spanish passport immediately upon… Read more »
Around every turn of one of Granada’s narrow streets, I found myself further entranced by the sheer beauty and history of the Spanish city. The historic Albaicín Quarter, perhaps best described as a never-ending maze of well-traveled routes, was the perfect place for me to attempt to personify the identity of the people who called… Read more »
After arriving at Logan Airport, I found most of the group already there. As we waited for everyone to arrive, the atmosphere was filled with excitement for the adventure ahead. While chatting amongst ourselves, we quickly were faced with our first task: naming the small guitar Katie brought. Suggested names include Swift, Mary, and Taylor… Read more »
Honors Spain Dialogue of Civilizations Blog 3.0! This is the third year that Northeastern Honors students have embarked upon an exploration of religion and culture in Spain. This blog account will follow the students’ travels through the cities of Granada, Córdoba, Seville, and Toledo, and the towns of the Camino, from Leon to Santiago. Seventeen… Read more »
Twelve months ago I flew 3,397 miles away from Boston, arriving at my final destination of Madrid nervous, jet lagged, and excited for the year I had ahead of me. I spent the first seven months studying in a Spanish university, and the next five cooping for a start-up called We Are Knitters.
Trekking in Nepal’s Himalayan Mountains is no easy task. Upon arriving at Kathmandu airport in the middle of the night, a staff member from Himalayan Healthcare ushered me into a car, temporarily relieving me of my large duffle-bag and trekking pack that contained the clothes and supplies I would have with me during the next month in the mountains where I would live in a tent without running water.
I couldn’t have been more relieved to finally walk into my Cape Town apartment. After travelling for more than 24 hours, missing one of my flights, and having to settle a miscommunication with my driver whom I could barely understand, I was more than exhausted; not to mention in desperate need of a shower and food that wasn’t made on an airplane.
My flight from Chicago arrived in Beijing International Airport on January 11, 2015 as the sun was starting to set. By the time I arrived at the school in the urban-rural fringe zone in Daxing District it was already dark.
It was in that moment that I realized that despite the different languages we spoke and the short amount of time spent together, we were still able to make meaningful relationships.