Closing Remarks…
February 10, 2008Well, my trip to Argentina has come and gone. And so I’m left with my thoughts and memories of an excellent first experience abroad. I figured it appropriate to collect my thoughts and reflect on the experience.
First and foremost, how has my perspective been changed?
I know at one point I discussed the fact that what I imagined people to think of Americans was completely different than what it was really like. Just about everyone in Argentina was so nice, and very helpful. I can only think of one instance where people tried to take advantage of us as Americans, and it all worked out in the end. Maybe I just wasn’t aware of anyone’s distaste for our group as a whole, but I really don’t think that was the case. From what I gathered, they were excited that we were there, and they were happy that people had come to their home to see what it was all about. I can think of specific conversations where I felt like I was complimenting the locals for the beauty of their country, and from what I could tell they really enjoyed the fact that we were enjoying their home.
Before I left the U.S., I was pretty intimidated to speak Spanish to anyone in South America. I felt like I was going to be butchering their language and they would have preferred me to not even try. Once again, I was proved wrong. Strangely enough, I got a good perspective of the reverse side of this on our bus tours. Our tour guides were all pretty decent with English, but struggled at times and were very apologetic about it - but I was really excited that they were so good, and were trying to learn. From my experience, me trying to speak Spanish was pretty similar (except I wasn’t nearly as good at Spanish as they were at English). I was encouraged, and helped along and pushed to learn more. Having taken Spanish as a class, I was not really all about learning the language - it was difficult and frustrating, and I didn’t really like it all that much. After having been in a Spanish speaking country for a month, I have a strong desire to know and understand the language more. Maybe getting graded for it made it less fun, but it was cool to be able to communicate at least a little bit with some people, and it was frustrating when I couldn’t, which made me want to be able to … weird, I know, haha.
This isn’t so much a perspective change so much as a gain of perspective and understanding but I really learned a lot about how people in Argentina live life. I think I more clearly saw how people are a product of their environment as a result of this. The people in Argentina do things differently than the U.S. and it isn’t worse or less sophisticated … it’s just different. I was able to appreciate their lifestyle more as I succumbed to dinner at 10 o’clock at night, crazy (yet efficient) driving, mate, agua con gas, ham and cheese on EVERYTHING and the dance party not starting until 2 AM.
Secondly, how have I grown from this experience - what have I learned?
I’d say that changes in perspective are signs of growth in and of themselves. But aside from having gained a new understanding of another culture, I think other, more personal learning, took place as well.
Anyone who lives in such close quarters with 21 other people for such a lengthy period of time is bound to get frustrated at one point or another. I am no different than the average person in this regard. The personal learning I gained from this is that I’m prideful and selfish (which really isn’t a new lesson, more just a new form of it). Frustration set in as a result of me counting myself better or more important, and selfishness kind of fits those criteria as well with the addition of not really caring to try and help people or act lovingly toward them. Towards the end of our journey I began to be irked and bothered by seemingly obnoxious or rude acts (like people singing loudly in public or just being loud in general), public drunkenness and the general behavior that followed, teasing and pointed joking, and simple things like going to dinner in large groups because the results seemed to link to the other things that bothered me. I don’t think that it is necessarily wrong to be bothered by these things, but as they become a catalyst for being short with people and the like, this is where the problems begin and I need to examine myself a bit. And maybe it is indeed bad to be bothered by these things because by shunning them, I put myself above that kind of behavior, when in all actuality, I’m known to act the same way from time to time. So what did I learn from this? Well, when frustration sets in, odds are I need some “me” time, or I need to be in prayer that I’d get over myself. There’s no doubt in my mind that things started to get to me more as a direct result of spending less time in the Bible and in prayer, which brings me to my next point…
I learned that being challenged is a humbling experience. This trip was a challenge to my faith and dedication to God. And as is typical with lessons I learn from Him … I failed (which is where that oh so wonderful humility comes in). I had several opportunities to talk with people about my faith and what the Lord has taught me, and they went great - I was really enlightened about other people’s outlooks and I think I was able to verbalize mine sufficiently. But while talking with others was good, my personal relationship with Christ suffered, so praise God that I was given the words and attitude to share about Him without the nourishment of the word and prayer that I so desperately need. That said, it’s obvious that I was not in the Bible or praying nearly enough. I could probably count on one hand the amount of times I really sat down and prayed and read the Bible intentionally … during a 35 day trip, that’s pretty sad. But again, the Lord is faithful to teach me when I fail. For the millionth time He has shown me how I NEED Him and His word to nourish me. That without prayer and being in the Bible everyday not only will I not have an understanding command of this scripture that I embrace as the truth, but I will become a bitter, unloving, and selfish person.
Based on the conversations I had with people, I’ve learned that I need to read the Bible more (which is a good lesson to learn, and I think it applies to everyone). I thank God that people challenge my faith, because by being challenged and trying to understand and explain the truth to them, I get a better grasp on it myself. I said that I was able to share my faith with several people on the trip, and that did indeed happen, but often times when I was asked more pointed questions I had little to say. I’m trying to ditch my pride here in writing this, because I feel like I more often than not had some kind of answer, but it was never well backed up or supported with specific scripture, and this is why I say I need to read the Bible more. And with reading the Bible more comes memorizing more scripture. The Word of God is powerful, and really needs no human interpretation for it to speak to people; my summary of it’s contents will never speak as loudly as the Word itself.
Lastly, other than growth and perspective changes, what kind of miscellaneous things stick out in my memory about the trip? What were some of the highlights and things other than events?
I am very thankful for the diverse group of students that were on the trip. We had 3 or 4 different majors represented, 3 or 4 different religions, different races, different walks of life, and certainly 22 different personalities. Everyone added something unique to the group dynamic and made the experience what it was. Going in I think I actually knew maybe 2 or 3 people, but it was certainly a pleasure getting to know each and every one of them. They have shaped a little piece of me in my getting to know and understand them - and I can thank them for some of the personal and cultural growth I experienced while away. You always see that there is so much more beneath the surface of a person when you get to know them over the course of time, and I’m glad that I got past that surface with everyone on the trip. It really was an amazing group that moved from pretty much perfect strangers to friends over the past month. So thank you Dan, Dan, Ron, Adam, Adam, Rob, Brian, Emily, Norberto, Paul, Dom, Jane, Sam, Kait, Steph, Shelly, Heather, Amit, Mohamed, Kasey, and Meredith for an excellent time.
Next to the people I got to know and the awesome experiences with them, other things seem pretty insignificant, but to name a few I’ll say the wine in Mendoza, cow stomach, hiking the Cerro de Gloria twice (and getting lost the first time), asking tour guides to come out to clubs with us but them never showing up, the road to Aconcagua (the tallest mountain in the Americas) and singing all the way up the road of the year (with 365 turns), the best steak in the world, just about pooping our pants before jumping off of a cliff to paraglide, hanging out with Sebastian at the Santa Claus cafe in Córdoba, hitting on Sam at dinner followed by getting our waiter Claudio to do the same, hanging out with Claudio at his birthday party and learning salsa dancing on the roof, meeting and talking to Claudio’s friends and family (including his cousin Analita), ultimate frisbee all the freaking time, hiking in the Parque Nacional del Condorito and the 8 million horseflies that we had to swat at for hours, going to Che’s house and thinking I actually learned something in Spanish class, experiencing the beauty in the mountains and lakes of Bariloche, finding out how out of shape I really am hiking in those very same mountains, trying the beer at Antares brewery, eating at a delicious vegetarian restaurant and thinking maybe being vegetarian wouldn’t be so bad, remembering that Argentina has the best steak in the world and rethinking the fact that being vegetarian wouldn’t be so bad, the delicious chocolate at Fenoglio, visiting Chile after whitewater rafting, mountain biking and passing cars as we flew down the roads, how much my butt hurt after mountain biking, hiking to the Refugio Lopez in 2 hours when it was supposed to take 4, seeing the most stars I’ve seen in my life at Refugio Lopez and laying out staring at them with the whole group, sleeping in the most uncomfortable hostel bed ever at the Refugio Lopez, kayaking in the lakes and skipping rocks for entirely too long, eating at the best Mexican restaurant ever and realizing we’ve been lied to about Mexican food our whole lives, seeing Buenos Aires from the airplane (it’s huge), hanging out with Justin my Spanish TA in another country, visiting the Boca Juniors stadium and seeing how much they worship Diego Maradona, getting solicited every 10 seconds at the Plaza de Mayo, watching an Argentinean tango show in amazement, eating at a TGI Fridays and Hooters in another country, hanging out at a Marine’s mansion for the Super Bowl, taking artsy pictures in Recoleta cemetery where Evita is buried, eating both Thai and Indian food for the first time in Argentina (what the heck?), buying Cuban cigars …….. just to name a few.
Seriously, it’s hard to put into words an experience like this, so this has really been a vague attempt. How could you possibly sum up an entire month of new sights and experiences in words? Just know that it was definitely worth all the money and time spent and more. Thank you Argentina for an awesome time, and I hope to be back again later in life.
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