Monday, April 29, 2013

Insta-trip


Here's a look at my time in Australia so far through the filters of Instagram:


One week #monash #melbourne #ThingsMyParentsDo
#StudyAbroad #BringOnTheSun

What a difference #OneMoreWeek until
#WrenthamToMelbourne

#PreBlizzard #2days #surreal

Today's the day!! #Australia2013

New best friend #BritishKids #Benjy #Melbourne #StudyAbroad

Australia Day 2 #monash #RezLife #deakin #StudyAbroad
#HomeAwayFromHome

Tanning in February #melbourne #StudyAbroad #86degrees

Turtle! #LoveThisGuy #onsies #ItsAThing #monash

#melbourne #australia #WhiteNight #amazing

Koalas!!! <3 #favorites #healesville #australia #love

The girls take #healesville #ZooTime #lake

#clubbing #melbourne #LateNight #friends

St Kilda #beach #melbourne #australia #summer

Beautiful day at #monash #melbourne #australia #barbecue
#HottestStreakInHistory

#beach #brighton #summer #australia #StudyAbroad

successful cooking attempts in Australia #pasta #alfredo #yum

time for #homework #classes #school

Sunset outside my window #australia #sunset

#Sunset in the Whitsunday Islands #OneFishTwoFish
 #whitsundays #NoFilter

The boys rocking their new aboriginal tees
#OneFishTwoFish #FarewellParty

#ThrowBack bungy jumping #bungy #AJHackett #cairns
#australia #amazing

I miss it so much #whitsundays #australia #beautiful #amazing
#unreal #TakeMeBack #NoFilter

Learning to surf #torquay #surfing #GreatOceanRoad #australia

Went to see the 12 apostles #GreatOceanRoad #australia

Sydney Opera House #OperaHouse #sydney #australia

Tourism at its best #sydney #bondi #CrazyTourists
#BeachHats #KangarooPaws #HalfAMug #souvenirs #australia 

#quotes around #sydney 

pita chips and empanadas #PreGameSnack

First #AFL game at the #MCG #CarltonBlues #AdelaideCrows
#footy



"Emu! Croc! Roo! Are you game?"


One of our first weeks in Australia, we went to the Queen Victoria Night Market for a little souvenir shopping (unfortunately the colder weather has ended this but we can still enjoy the day market!).  We’d only been to the market during the day and had figured the night market would just be more of the same.  Some of the other Loyola students in our group had been before though and recommended it for shopping and dinner at the food stands so we trusted their judgement and followed them to the train. 


Expecting only a few options (the market had to be smaller at night right?) we walked into the market and were immediately greeted by row upon row of brightly coloured stands with signs claiming delicacies from all over the world.  This one had Dutch pancakes. That one had Korean twisted potatoes (these are really good).  There were so many options we didn’t know what to choose.  


Feeling a little overwhelmed, we each grabbed a cup of sangria and kept wandering through the endless maze looking for our dinner until we passed a stand with a mustard yellow sign that proclaimed in bold black letters “Emu! Croc! Roo!  Are you game?”


 Kangaroos, crocodiles and emus.  What do they have in common?  Apparently they’re all “authentic Australian food” (yep thats right food).  We looked up at the sign for Banjo’s barbecue again.  People ate kangaroos here?  As skeptical as we were we couldn’t help but be a little curious.  Dividing into groups of two we stepped up to the stand and, after saying a mental apology to the kangaroos we’d seen at the zoo the other week, ordered a few Great Australian Bites to share (this platter had samples of all three).  


The platters we’d been handed didn’t look any different from food we’d eaten before but knowing what it really was, we were a little hesitant to taste it (I should note that I am a very picky eater--although Australia is slowly trying to change that).  Nevertheless we’d paid for it and we were strangely curious.  What would it taste like?  We were about to find out...but first we needed to find a table.  Apparently everyone else at the market had recently become hungry too and all the tables were packed.  After wandering the rows of tables looking for empty chairs (any empty chairs) we managed to find enough seats by splitting into the groups of two we’d ordered with.


By this time we were famished and could no longer wait to get our first taste of some authentic Australian food.  Dividing our small platter in two so there we could each taste all three Bianca and I came up with our game plan: Emu, then croc, saving the roo for last.  Cutting off a small piece of our emu sausages we took a quick picture to commemorate the moment, did a cheers with our forks and took a tentative bite…It tasted like any other sausage.  Encouraged by the familiar taste, we moved onto the crocodile nuggets to find that they tasted almost like a saltier chicken, except the texture was more like calamari (not going to lie that one was a little weird).  


Finally it was time for kangaroo burger.  After cutting the patty in half, it was more pictures (and a sip of sangria to cleanse the palate) before cautiously raising our forks to our mouths and taking a bite.  I’m not going to lie, the kangaroo was a little disappointing but the disappointment didn’t last long.  I’d been hoping it would be awful, something I could easily say I would never in a million years eat again, but it was delicious.  It tasted just like steak (and yes I have eaten it again since then--it was just too good to resist).  


Aussie. Aussie. Aussie. Oi. Oi. Oi.


*fulfils exercise 14

Last Saturday I went to my first ever Australian sporting event, and no it wasn’t rugby.  I’m talking about Australian Rules Football (or footy).  It was the perfect weather for a sporting event.  After a streak of fifty degree weather, whipping wind, and random rainstorms the sun had finally made its return and there was only a slight breeze to interfere with the beautiful seventy-two degree day.

The Carlton Blues were playing the Adelaide Crows.  Being Americans we didn’t know who to support.  We’d never seen an Australian Football League (AFL) match before.  We weren’t familiar with the teams.  How should we decide?  Answer: Always support your professor’s team on class trips to the footy (hey, it couldn’t hurt).  Rob (I’m still getting used to calling professors by their first names) had said he supported Carlton so we decked ourselves in blue and hopped on the train to the Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG).  


When we arrived at the MCG we made our way through the crowed and stood in line brimming with excitement.  Unlike other trips we’d been on, we wouldn’t be surrounded by tourists here.  This would be a taste of the “real” Australia (as I’d imagine as baseball game would be for tourists in America).  Our shoes clicked up the stairs, sticking to the beer stained ground as we made our way to our seats high above the stadium and we shuffled sideways one by one down the first row of the section that enough seats for the six of us: Bianca, Katie, Hailey, Rebecca, Cassidy and I.  Even from our seats near the top we could smell the telltale aromas of french fries and pizza wafting through the air.


Rob had explained the basics of scoring to us on the walk from the train station where’d we met him but looking at the score board we were confused.  We knew that goals between the two larger uprights were six points and if it went between a large upright and a small upright it was one point but what did all the numbers on the board mean?  Without Rob, sitting nearby we had no idea how to read the score board.  Luckily, a group of Carlton fans sitting in front of us heard our hushed debate and took pity on us, explaining that the first number was the six point goals, followed by the one point goals, and finally the team’s current score.



Once we had a basic (very, very, basic) understanding of what was going on again, it was fun to watch the game unfold before our eyes.  It was unlike any sport I’d ever seen (in person or on television).  First of all, the field is a circle.  I’d seen rectangles before, even diamonds but never a circle.  Second, the players have designated positions but can pretty much do whatever they want (a theory Rob confirmed for us).  At any given time all of the players on the field would be clustered in one general area of the circle, and not because play had stopped.  Play doesn’t stop even when a player appears to be injured and the others seem not to notice, dashing around the injured player in pursuit of the ever-moving ball.



With thirty players on the field at a time not to mention umpires and runners (people who bring the players instructions from the coaches) it can be hard to keep track of what’s going on and which team has the ball, especially if you’re as unfamiliar with footy as we are.  The ball can be kicked or thrown (though it has to be kicked in order to score a goal).  We watched the fast-paced game in shock barely able to follow the ball with our eyes as it spun and spiralled and whizzed this way then that with no discernible pattern to its movements.  


As far we can tell Australian Rules Football has no close relatives in any sport (with the possible exception of rugby) but rather has elements from pretty much every sport known to man.  My understanding of the game was far from perfect but the crowd around me certainly understood the game and that added to the excitement in the air around me.  From the beginning Carlton (the home team) had the upper hand and liking the game better than some of the American sports I could mention, we whooped and cheered Carlton to a 115-83 victory (a surprisingly high score for someone used to American sports).




Saturday, April 27, 2013

Aussie Slang: Decoding the Mystery


One of the major concerns of anyone studying abroad in a foreign country is being able to speak the language.  If you’re going to live there for five months you want to at least be able to stutter your way through conversations with a vague idea of what’s being said.  That’s one of the reasons I chose Australia.  They speak English, I’d thought to myself before leaving, and their accents are amazing.  I’ll be fine.  What I wasn’t counting on though was the abundance of slang (most of which was just terms I wasn’t familiar with) that I’d be forced to interpret upon my arrival.

The main thing here is that the way they talk is just so much more proper sounding than the way we talk in America.  At first it was a bit of a struggle.  Some of the people with thicker accents were a little hard to understand even when they used words I knew and why was ketchup called tomato sauce?  Wasn’t that what people put on pasta?  I certainly didn’t want to dip my chips (which is what they call french fries) into pasta sauce.

A little over two months later though I’m beginning to adapt.  I hear people saying “I reckon it’ll be heaps of fun if you’re keen” or some version of this on an almost daily basis and, to be honest, it doesn’t even phase me anymore. I’m starting to see it as normal.  I’ve even caught myself using Aussie lingo in daily conversations without trying to be ironic (apologies for when I come back home and I’m still talking like this).  But as much progress as I’ve made in understanding the Aussie lingo around me, I still have a ways to go.  For now (as promised) here’s some highlights.

     1) I Reckon
I’ll admit when I first heard the phrase “I reckon…” I thought I’d been transported back in time.  I clearly remember laughing at whoever said this to me (sorry about that by the way).  I was just so shocked.  I’d never in my life heard anyone say I reckon at least not in real life.  The only uses of “I reckon” I’d heard involved period movies that took place in the deep south.  Growing up in America I was much more used to phrases such as I think, I believe, or even I’d guess (all of which people replace with I reckon here).

     2) Heaps
Here’s another one I found funny.  Heaps (and sometimes loads) is used to mean a lot and let me tell you I’ve literally heard the word heaps used heaps of times this week alone.  This one is used even more often than I reckon and I hear it almost daily.  Come to this event on campus there’ll be heaps of free drinks, go here you’ll have heaps of fun, I can’t go out tonight I have heaps of work to do (you get the point).  I’m starting to actually hear myself use heaps in my day-to-day life and I don’t mean ironically either.  My friends and I used to throw this word into conversation to amuse each other and now we don’t even realise we’re doing.  That being said, this is one of the words that will be coming back stateside with me.

     3) Keen
Keen has many different meanings here but two of its meanings are more common than others. The first of these means to be willing to do something or go somewhere. (i.e. Are you keen to go out tonight?)  If I had to choose, this is probably the one I hear most often, when talking the people in my hall.  People are always keen to hang out or go into the city when there’s no work to be done for classes.  The second is to be interested in someone or something (i.e. Are you keen on him?).  They’re definitely keen on barbecues here judging by how many sausages we ate those first few weeks.  Though less common than being keen to do something, this is also used quite frequently (and yes keen is another one of the words I’ve noticed myself picking up). 

     4) Cheers
At first this one was a little confusing and (somewhat embarrassingly) this was one of the ones it took me the longest to figure out.  I’d hold a door open for someone or thank a cashier for my coffee only to be greeted with a smiling response of “cheers.”  I just couldn’t figure it out and when I finally did my friends responded with Duh Kaitlyn (apparently I should have asked them in the beginning).  Anyways, long story short, if you’re ever in Australia and someone says cheers, no you are not toasting something.  They’re just saying thanks.

     5) Mate
As an American one of the Australian stereotypes was that everyone goes around saying G’day mate (this is probably because of Steve Irwin).  Well sorry to burst your bubble fellow Americans but no one here actually says G’day (something my Australian friends made sure I knew pretty quickly). They do however refer to each other as mate.  Mate is typically used to refer to your friends but there are different tiers of “mateship” here and your mate might be a best friend (your best mate), an acquaintance, or just someone who’s name you’ve forgotten.

     6) How you going?
This is probably one of the weirder ones.  A lot of people here deny that they say this but all of us internationals (Loyola and non-Loyola) are hearing the same thing.  “How you going?”  We’re told that we’re just hearing it wrong and they actually are just saying “how are doing?” but somehow I doubt that not one of us has heard them correctly in the almost three months we’ve been here.  So despite the debate from my Aussie friends this one makes the list.  As far as we internationals can tell this one is just a way of asking how someone’s doing (but without saying so!) when you’re passing them and you’re both going places separate places.  

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Painting the Town

*fulfils exercise 15

Graffiti is an art form in Melbourne (and Australia in general).  Rather than having crude messages marring the walls with their jet black words as tends to be the case back home in the States, entire alleyways of Melbourne are dedicated to intricate sweeping murals of graffiti.  These murals don’t detract from the beauty of the city (as some of you might think).  Instead they add to it, bringing out the hidden art culture places like Melbourne are known for.



Almost every city I’ve visited here has at least some of this graffiti, but Melbourne’s was the best and most extensive I’ve seen so far.  We went to see the graffiti on a night where the navy sky was dotted with bright white stars.  The lack of natural light was supplemented by the soft yellow glow of the street lights overhead though and our vision wasn’t affected as we wandered through the city.

I’ll admit when I heard about this graffiti art in the Melbourne alleys I was skeptical (as some of you probably are reading this).  Graffiti as art?  The only graffiti I had experience with was anything but.  Some of the others in our group had recommended it though so off we went in search of graffiti that could be considered art.  Not bothering to take my camera out of my purse I followed Katie and Hailey to the cross-street the others had told us about and my skepticism vanished.  All I could think as I dug out my camera and followed them into the alley was wow!  This graffiti was unlike anything I’d seen back home.


Swirls of baby blue and mix with streaks of neon green and the soft grey of the concrete as you wander down alley after alley greeted by an endless rainbow of colour wherever you turn.  The brightness of the colours, unaffected by the weather was amazing.  There was every colour Crayola had ever put in a box (and I mean the big boxes grade schoolers brag about).  Mochas, mints, lemon yellows, and whispy cloud whites among so many others I couldn’t even begin to name them.


Tropically coloured fish, lavender birds, and human faces stare out from the walls amid lyrics from popular songs daring you to dispute the validity of this art form, but you can’t.  Wandering the streets of Melbourne at night it’s impossible to argue that graffiti can be art.  The murals really are art, they’re not some message thrown on a wall by a sullen-faced teenager, they’re the creations of local artists made available to the public on the walls of the city.






P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney


*fulfils popular tourist attraction

After two months of living in and traveling through Australia I’d seen (and photographed) more than I’d ever dreamed of but until this past weekend one important destination had been missing.  Almost every country has that one spot you have to go, that thing you absolutely have to see, that spot your trip just isn’t complete without.  These popular landmarks are the things that come to mind when you think of the country and this past weekend I got to visit Australia’s.  That’s right I’m talking about the Sydney Opera House.

As anyone who’s seen Finding Nemo a couple hundred times knows (aka most people my age) the only thing Dory remembers is one address in Sydney--the place where they will finally find Nemo.  This address doesn’t exist (trust me I google mapped it there is no 42 Wallaby Way) but even without a visit to this fictional Disney address, Sydney is well worth the trip.

The weather for the weekend was supposed to be dismal and rainy and when Saturday morning rolled around the rain kept its promise alternating between drizzling, pouring and no rain at all (in typical Australia fashion).  But the weather didn’t stop us.  We only had three days in Sydney and we were certainly weren’t going to spend them sitting around our cramped little hostel room.  Determined not to a little rain ruin our weekend, we pulled our rain jackets tight around us and headed out the door of our hostel into the rain.  We were going to see the famous Sydney Opera House.

When we were wandering the city the day before we’d seen that you could go on a tour of the Opera House.  It was the perfect way to stay dry while still taking in all Sydney had to offer.  Lucky for us, the short walk to the harbour was mostly sheltered by overhangs so we managed not to get too drenched.  

Before we knew it the white shells of the Opera House loomed in the distance, shining even in the rain.  From the looks of the umbrellas dotting the steps, the other tourists weren’t deterred by the weather either.  Everyone had braved the weather to see this unique building for themselves.




Ready for our own Sydney Opera House experience, our group of five counted to three and dashed across the road in a hurry to be out of the rain (which of course had just picked up again).  We hadn’t known what times the tours were and we barely made it in time but as we walked though this famous landmark I began to feel giddy with excitement.  Standing there inside the Opera House, looking through the glass at the Harbour Bridge was the perfect reminder of just how lucky we were to be in Australia. 

Our guide led us through the various halls where we marvelled at the sets for the upcoming ballet. We got to sit in the audience, just for a couple minutes, and really take it in.  No pictures were allowed in the halls due to copyright, but that almost made it better.  Without the distraction of trying to capture the moment in a photo we were able to really appreciate the architecture.  The shells towered high above us their insides purposely ribbed to allow for the best sound quality possible and tiered balconies ringed the walls over head (believe it or not those were the cheaper seats).  Everything except for the upholstery was original, untouched since the Opera House opened in 1973 (13 years later than originally expected).  As someone who’s danced since high school I could have sat there in the plush chairs admiring the hall for hours but all too early we were ushered out of the Opera Hall and back into the foyer for the rest of our tour.


Touching the Opera House
During a lull in the rain we even got to go outside and touch the shells for ourselves.  The tour was the perfect combination of historical facts and sightseeing which for me at least this involves wandering around taking crazy camera lady tourist pictures of anything and everything imaginable (My friends and I have literally held photo-shoots in front of signs that say keep left).   This I should mention is exactly what happened.  We took countless snapshots posing in front the Opera House and the Sydney Harbour Bridge (after all we were tourists and you can only keep me away from my camera for so long) before heading back inside to find the perfect souvenirs to commemorate the trip.