Time is moving quickly, or maybe I'm the one that has been moving too quickly. One of the advantages of a blog is that it can force one to sit down and reflect on what might otherwise never be reflected upon. Our experiences sometimes need to be unpacked. I suppose I could compare "experience" to the Clementines or Christmas oranges which show up in our kitchen at home each Christmas season. They are attractive to see and touch, but, to truly know all one has to offer the orange needs to be peeled and then savoured. Sometimes experiences can be enjoyed in their entirety all at once. Sometimes experiences need to ripen. And maybe sometimes, like an over-ripe, hard and discoloured orange, we let our experiences go by without having known them fully.I'm on the verge, and now in the process, of another new and amazing traveling experience. I'll be part of a group at my university that is studying, and will soon be traveling through, South East Asia. But before I get too far along in this exciting new fruition of learning, I'm wanting to reflect and share some of my other experiences, before my hypothetical and experiential orange finds itself lacking in luster and taste.
So, back to Europe I go. Looking back, my travel semester that took me through eight weeks of eight countries this past summer was nothing short of incredible. I'll share some of the highlights: The rain in Spain - Seeing first hand the paintings, sculptures and buildings of Michelangelo, Leonardo Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Gaudi and many, many others of Europe's most gifted artists - Roman aqueducts and bath complexes - Eating amazing Gelato in Italy, sometimes more than once a day - Kayaking in Austria on Europe's cleanest lake at 6 am in the morning - Viewing Rome from the top of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican - A woman weeping at the tomb of Saint Francis of Assisi in the crypt of the Basilica of St. Francis - Standing in the main square of Prague where thousands of Czech people protested the
oppression of communism, knowing it was only word and people against control and machine - Feeling the sobering silence and stillness in the concentration camp in Dachau - Spending an afternoon riding a tram and hiking in the Swiss Alps - Standing on the Beaches where Canadian, American and British troops landed on the 6th of June in 1944, D-Day - Most of our group getting sea sick crossing the English Channel - Having fish and chips and a pint in the Oxford pub where C.S. Lewis and the Inklings would meet - Sleeping in a tent, under the open sky and knowing there is a good chance of waking up to rain - Grocery shopping and making meals together - Laughing, singing and crying together - Trying to stay together and trying to get away - Hating being with people, loving being with people - Community - Diversity.In case anyone wonders if I was really doing anything of academic value during the travel term to Europe (good question), it may be encouraging for you to know some of the numbers I recently crunched: I read at least 9 books and textbooks, over 50 articles, wrote over 100 pages of assignments and an 80 page journal. All this fitted alongside traveling that included packing and unpacking of tents and gear, lectures and presentations, travel by bus, subway, tram-car, bicycle, scooter and shoes, the shopping for and making of meals everyday and the safety and travel of 35 students and professors.
I've been learning that the history of my life has been completely shaped by the history of the world. Understanding Christianity and Western culture has been greatly enhanced for me by giving history the time to sink in deeper. I did not know that both Protestants and Catholics were responsible for the persecution of thousands of Anabaptists, some of which would eventually form a group known as the Mennonites. I did not know that over two hundred years before Martin Luther, John Wycliffe was calling for the church to take charge of its short-comings. I did not know that the invasion of allied forces into Normandy was the largest military operation in history which involved over 3000 aircraft stretching 300 miles across the sky, over 20, 000 paratroopers, and almost 134, 000 troops landing on the five beaches -- I'm learning that history often has a much greater story to tell.
