Capilano University Students Blogging Abroad

One of the many pluses to studying abroad is that on school breaks, you have the exciting opportunity to explore entirely knew places near by. On my mid semester break in Auckland New Zealand, my travel plans were pushed back so I made an impromptu decision to visit the city of Wellington alone. I would call myself a semi-loner so it’s surprising I had never actually done a trip all by myself where I knew I would most likely be alone he entire time. But I did… and I loved it. The best thing about traveling alone is that you can do whatever you want. No need to compromise on sights or attractions with a group. I found this to be infinitely rewarding in a city full of museums and galleries, things that i love to do but unfortunately don’t in most cities I visit. I spent two hours in a film archive without boring a friend or family member. I was able to spend long amounts of time on photos, getting the perfect shot. Being in a foreign city all alone taught me a lot about myself t...

During my experiences overseas I have grown to better understand myself as an independent individual. An experience like this challenges you to become comfortable with solace and leaves you to look deep inside yourself to figure out who you really are and what you stand for. Although you are never alone (thanks to the amazing people you’ll meet) you will need to depend on yourself for the strength and support to take this opportunity for all its worth. When we are in our comfort zones we have created the safety blanket that is the perception of the self. But It’s when we step outside of our comfort zones, that’s we truly learn, grow and get to test our capabilities.   While on a trip to Budapest I went on a caving adventure beneath Buda hill. It was on this trip that I realized that I am far more capable of overcoming obstacles and conquering my fears than I had never imagined I was. Prior to stepping into the cave, I was riddled with anxiety and uncertainty of whether ...

Wow, time flies! It’s hard to believe it has been just over a month since I flew across the pond and settled down in Hatfield. I’m not going to lie; Hatfield lacks the typical charm of a small English town, but everyone here seems to know that, so I’m not the only one complaining. However, being just 25 minutes from London is a fair trade!   Settling in here has been weird. Half the time I forget I am actually in England. I wake up in the morning and it doesn’t look like my bedroom from home, and then I remember of yeah I’m halfway across the world and everyone outside my door has a funny accent.   I do have it pretty easy being in England since there is no technical language barrier, although most of the time I find my self smiling and nodding because I can’t understand half the things they say and I should because we all speak English! It is quite amusing being imitated by the British; at home its fun to put on a British accent, we sound so regal. Her...