UNDERGRADUATE RESEARCH BLOGS
The Office of Undergraduate Research sponsors a number of grant programs, including the Circumnavigator Club Foundation’s Around-the-World Study Grant and the Undergraduate Research Grant. Some of the students on these grants end up traveling and having a variety of amazing experiences. We wanted to give some of them the opportunity to share these experiences with the broader public. It is our hope that this opportunity to blog will deepen the experiences for these students by giving them a forum for reflection; we also hope these blogs can help open the eyes of others to those reflections/experiences as well. Through these blogs, perhaps we all can enjoy the ride as much as they will.
EXPLORE THE BLOGS
- Linguistic Sketchbook
- Birth Control Bans to Contraceptive Care
- A Global Song: Chris LaMountain’s Circumnavigator’s Blog
- Alex Robins’ 2006 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- American Sexual Assault in a Global Context
- Beyond Pro-GMO and Anti-GMO
- Chris Ahern’s 2007 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- Digital Citizen
- From Local Farms to Urban Tables
- Harris Sockel’s Circumnavigator’s Blog 2008
- Kimani Isaac: Adventures Abroad and At Home
- Sarah Rose Graber’s 2004 Circumnavigator’s Blog
- The El Sistema Expedition
- The World is a Book: A Page in Rwand
Taiwan, July 7
Today was officially day 1 of my research! So my grandma and I took the bus to Longtan, where we visited the Taoyuan Hakka Culture Hall.
First we went on a tour of the museum, which featured famous Hakka people of Taiwan who made great contributions in literature and music.
The outside of the museum was decorated with posters featuring Hakka dishes, and Hakka lanterns hung from the ceiling. My grandma (who is Hakka) said that the Hakkas often use floral-print cloths for lanterns, clothing, tablecloths, etc.
It was fascinating to learn about the contributions to music and literature of Hakka people in Taiwan, and I am especially interested in learning more about the poet Du Pan Fang-ge, one of the most influential female poets in Taiwan. She wrote poems in Mandarin, Hakka and Japanese. Apparently, she currently lives in Zhongli (where I’m living now). Here are a couple poems she wrote in Hakka, translated to English:
After the tour, we went to the Taoyuan Department of Hakka Affairs, and I interviewed Liang Cheng Liang, Deputy Director-General of the Taoyuan Department of Hakka Affairs. Taoyuan has the largest population of Hakka people, where 40 percent of people are Hakka. Before the interview, he and my grandma chatted in Hakka, and turns out, my grandma’s cousin was his teacher! Anyway, during the interview, he talked about how it is rare for young Hakka people to know how to speak Hakka. Only 13 percent of people under 13 can speak Hakka. Liang talked about how he spoke to a young person who did not know he was Hakka, but later on realized his identity and that the language his grandparents spoke was Hakka. The culture park and Department of Hakka Affairs are trying to encourage more young people by holding events, but it is usually difficult to find young people to come to the events. Usually, the events they hold have an audience of older Hakka people. They also try to encourage learning the Hakka language with contests. Currently, they are holding a contest for Hakka young people to create Hakka films, which will run this entire summer. Liang emphasized the importance of preserving this language, culture and identity as it is declining, and he said without the Hakka language, there is no culture.
Now comes the hard part: transcribing (which will be even harder in Chinese)!
Anyway, after the interview, I walked around the culture park and took some photos, and then my grandma and I ate lunch at a nearby restaurant. We ate pumpkin noodles, beef with mangoes and tofu with oysters and black beans.
Since our bus ticket allows us unlimited bus rides the entire day, we decided to go to the Shimen Reservoir. When we got there, we realized we had to walk up a tall hill. Fortunately, we hitched a ride up and got to walk around and view the reservoir.
Also fortunately, we were able to hitch a ride back down. We saw a fruit stand on the side of the road. The vendors had grown the crops themselves. We bought some white peaches, dragon fruits and vegetables called kong xin cai, which means empty heart vegetable. Finally we took the bus home. While we waited for the bus, my grandma taught me some Hakka phrases. It’s a bit similar to Mandarin. For example, “hello” is ni ho and “thank you” is xi mo ni. I’ll definitely have to learn more Hakka from my grandma this summer, especially since my research is all about how nowadays, fewer young Hakka people know the Hakka language and culture.
Overall, it was a productive day, and we even got some fresh produce! (Even though they were a pain to carry home). Tomorrow, I will be going to National Central University in Zhongli to interview a professor.
Taiwan, July 6
I didn’t know I could sweat so much. I want to know how many cups of sweat I’ve sweat today because literally I feel like this entire day I’ve been covered in sweat. It’s so hot here.
Anyway, today was a pretty chill day. In the morning I walked with my grandma to where she works, and she bought me shao bing you tiao for breakfast with soy milk. I went back to her apartment to eat it and pretty much just did some things I needed to do, like confirm interviews. At around lunchtime, my grandma’s friend picked me up, and we ran some errands. I got a SIM card for my cell phone, so thank goodness, my cell phone finally works. I also bought a voice recorder. Usually I use my phone to record interviews, but it’s good to have another recorder as a backup. I plan on using both to record, and in case one gets lost, I have another file as a backup. I also changed some U.S. dollars to Taiwanese dollars. Before going home, my grandma and I bought shaved ice, which was topped with taro cakes, ai-yu, peanuts and beans. I’m not the biggest fan of beans, but otherwise, it was good. We went back home and ate, and I had dried tofu, chicken claw, dumplings and mango beer. During this time, it started to rain, so when my grandma and I walked outside to pick up medicine at the pharmacy, it felt a lot cooler. We walked through the park, where kids were playing basketball and old men gathered under a gazebo to play Chinese chess.
After dinner, the son of one of Grandma’s friends came over. I’m actually going to be interviewing him on Saturday. We chatted for a while, and then he left.
Right now, I’m working on translating my interview questions to Chinese, and I need to pack for tomorrow. Tomorrow, my grandma and I will go to Longtan and visit a Hakka cultural center. We have to wake up early to take a bus there, but hopefully going there and talking to the people there will help my research!
Ready to go
I’m finally in Taiwan! I arrived on July 2. In no particular order of priority, I’m here to do research, visit my grandma and to eat a lot of food.
My research will focus on Hakka cultural preservation and Hakka youth. To give you a quick rundown, the Hakka are a Chinese ethnic minority in Taiwan, and their culture and language have been declining in use in Taiwan as the generations pass. In recent years, the Hakka Affairs Council in the Taiwanese government has been established to make efforts to preserve the language and culture, such as through education and media. I plan on interviewing Hakka studies professors and other experts and most importantly, Hakka youth ages 18-25 about their background and perspectives on Hakka cultural preservation and their Hakka identity. I became interested in this project because my grandma is Hakka, and I realized how little my mom and I knew about the Hakka language and culture.
I’m also in Taiwan with my younger sister Isabel, who is in Taiwan for a monthlong volunteer program called AID Taiwan. I also did this program three years ago. Volunteers teach English to young students in Taiwan, and the Taiwanese government basically pays for everything, including a weeklong tour of Taiwan.
I will be officially starting my research on Tuesday , July 7, and meeting with interview subjects, but in the meantime, I’ve been hanging out with family and friends and setting up interviews. So warning, none of the rest of this blog post is about the actual research, but stay posted for my next blog post for research updates and information from my interviews!
July 2 – Isabel and I flew to Taiwan. The wait to check in at Manila was long, but everything else (including the flight) was fortunately short and uneventful. When we landed at the Taoyuan airport, my grandma’s friend picked us up and drove us to her house. When we got to her house, she ran out and hugged us. It’s been years since we’ve seen her, and I will be staying with her this summer.
Grandma cooked dinner for us, and let me tell you, she is the best cook ever (also, she cooks Hakka-style cuisine). I especially loved her bamboo shoot soup and fish. You can’t find many bamboo shoots in the U.S. After dinner, we went for a walk near her house and passed by some stores. She lives by a river, a park, a mall, a Buddhist temple and more.
July 3 – For lunch, Grandma took me, Isabel and two of her friends to an all-you-can-eat buffet. Afterwards, we drove to Yang Ming Mountain, which is where my grandfather and uncle are buried. My grandma, Isabel and I walked up the stony hills to pay respects to my grandfather. It was very beautiful up there, with a view of the mountain and Taipei. My grandfather’s grave has beautiful pine trees growing by it. We burned incense and my grandma told him about us. Afterwards, we went to my uncle’s grave, and his was a bit more difficult to get to. My grandma was very exhausted by the time we got there. We also burned incense, and my grandma told him about us.
I’ve never meet my grandfather or uncle because they both passed away while my mom was still young. Still, I wonder about them, what they were like.
Anyway, afterwards, we went to a park with a beautiful view of the green mountains. Cows were grazing there, and also, three couples were getting their wedding pictures taken there. The breeze there was also nice, compared to the heat that is prevalent throughout Taiwan.
Finally, we drove home.
July 4 – So I forgot it was independence day yesterday. Anyway, today Isabel and I went to Taipei to meet with my mom’s friend and her two daughters. We met them at the Taipei Main Station and then went out to lunch at a soup dumpling restaurant. Soup dumplings are famous in Taiwan. In Chinese, they are called xiao long bao. They are basically these small dumplings with meat and soup inside, so when you eat them, you have to take a small bite and suck out the soup (or drain it into your spoon to drink), and then you eat the dumpling.
Afterwards, we walked around Taipei and checked out some cute little shops. It was really hot outside, so then we got shaved ice. Shaved ice is another famous food in Taiwan, which is shaved ice with fruits and ice cream on top. I got mango ice, which was refreshing in the heat.
Finally, we went to the mall because there’s air conditioning there, and plus we were tired of walking. We sat down at a cafe and got some refreshments while chatting. Isabel and I took the train back to Zhongli to have dinner with my grandma. After dinner, Grandma and I took a walk.
July 5 – Today Grandma and I took Isabel to Taipei to drop her off at Chientan for AID.
After we dropped her off, Grandma and I went to a cafe in Ximen to eat almond tofu, which was cool, refreshing, sweet and light, especially since it was so hot outside. Then we browsed the shops outside, and she bought me a dress. Finally, we went to another food shop where we bought hu jiao bing, which means something along the lines of pepper cake. It is a baked flat bun stuffed with pepper-seasoned pork and scallions.
We took the bus home and ate it on the way. By then, my legs were about to fall off.
Tomorrow we’re going to take it easy and I’m going to prepare for my research, and on Tuesday I’m going to start! My plan tomorrow is to buy a new voice recorder, confirm interviews, learn directions to different places and make other general preparations. My research will take me around Zhongli (where I’m living), Taoyuan, Taipei, Hsinchu and more. In the meantime, I’ve been setting up many interviews, so I’ll be busy.
Soca State
As I wrap up my time in St. Augustine and my first home in Trinidad in SAL Hall and head to Tobago and Port of Spain, I thought I would do a bit of reflecting on the first half of my experience. My take aways from Trinidad thus far are:
1. The power of people. When I made the decision to study anthropology over any other discipline, I did it out of the intention to take a wider look at humanity and our place in the political, social, ecological and technological institutions that we are interlaced with. But each person holds a galaxy of experiences, thoughts and a narrative capable of moving others. Multiply that by 9 million and that is that database I have to work with.
2. The language of generosity. Making friends from over a dozen countries in three weeks, and close ones that I trust, confide in and care about has shown me that some things, generosity and curiosity in particular, might be universal characteristics of our species.
3. The ability of identity to change according to setting. One Wednesday in Tunapuna, I can convince people I am Colombian. One Thursday in a salon in Curepe, I am the epitome of whiteness. One Friday at a fete in Port of Spain I am ambiguous and exotic. I have the privilege of connecting with many people with similar experiences in Trinidad and firmly believe the multicultural dynamics here, both the racial stereotypes and the ability to transcend ones ethnic identity are challenges that many more people in more countries will be facing in the near future.
4. The almost universality of colonialism. The way it has constructed beauty ideals, language distribution and hierarchies of identities are everlasting, whether you are in the Pacific Islands, the Caribbean or the United States. Whether I am at the International Convention on Breadfruit, a Reggae themed coffee shop or watching a Carnival costume fashion show, colonialism is a force I have come to recognize in the many ways it embeds itself in daily life.
Four statements hardly does much justice to everything I have gathered so far from being in Trinidad, but my mountain of field notes is too intimating and all of this brain work has left me mentally exhausted. Until next time.
Second Data Collection: Spain
Sometimes, you communicate with someone only in English via email, prepare questions in English, and arrive to your interview to find out that – surprise! – it is going to be in Spanish.
Other than a few grammar irregularities in our correspondence, I had no reason to believe one of my interview subjects spoke next to no English. This was, without a doubt, the biggest curveball thrown my way so far. Luckily, another professor was also at the interview who spoke a bit of English and could help. Between my Spanish, a few English translations from one professor, and a whole lot of fluent Castellano from the other, the interview happened and everyone was mostly on the same page.
Other fun things about this interview was that it happened on a day that was nearly 38 degrees (nearly 100 degrees for y’all that are in the states), I wore my interview outfit (I only have one, because of space) which is gray chinos and a non-wrinkle button down. With the hot commute, the outfit, and the added stress of conducting research in Spanish, I was certainly in the hot seat.
Difficulties aside, here’s how the interview went:
I was immediately presented with a printed policy, facts about the university, and a document identifying gender violence as an important institutional issue. I still have to translate the policy in more detail, but what I learned from these professors is that there have been problems in the university that they are working to address. However, the nature of the problem is much different as few students live on campus, but instead commute to school. While there have been problems between students, what is more common is problems between a student and a professor or between two professors. There are difficulties with power dynamics in these relationships, and often a violation is not reported until this power dynamic has changed – which can be years after the fact.
Within the university when a case is brought forward, there is a commission that investigates the facts about the case, and then decides what action needs to be taken (similar to what happens in most United States schools). According to interview subjects, this action is often just transferring the person who reported a violation to a different department or faculty. In several cases, groups of feminists on campus have thought that the university’s response has not been strong enough and they have posted photos of the accused aggressor and explaining what they had been accused of. Interestingly this is very similar to some of the stories from the colectivas feministas in Brazil, who also post names or pictures of accused aggressors when the university does not respond to their liking.
Interestingly, though identified as an issue, the two professors I spoke with could not stress enough that their biggest problem was a lack of resources. All of their work on the issue was altruistic and there is no one in an official capacity at the university that deals with the issue of gender violence. Currently, they are trying to change the policy and increase resources so that there are resources (legal, psychologic, and medical) for victims of a sexual crime.
The most interesting aspect from the interview was the fact that the issue is not often discussed in culture or the media. The professors referred to is as “la violencia invisible” because it is often not seen publicly or addressed. This invisible violence also linked to the male dominated “Cultura machista” where it is normal for men to be in power, expect certain thinks of women, and historically hold higher position in society. As an example. Recently there was a PSA in Spain about sexual assault and gender violence that showed a young woman getting very drunk and passing out in a man’s bed. The take home message was “Don’t put yourself in this situation.” Unfortunately, it was not “don’t commit a crime.”
As I go through the interview (and translate it) I will have more updates.
7.1 – Burnham Centennial South, Wavy (Chicago Park District)
Oh my goodness, have I actually caught up?? I’m finally writing about the most recent site, phew!
This site was super hilly (unlike all the other sites) because it was made from the sludge pulled from Lake Michigan when the city made the nearby beach. That’s how we ended up giving in the nickname “Wavy,” as opposed to the Burnham Centennial South site closer to the lake (which we called “Lake.”) It was pretty cool to be on a hilly prairie for once! It’s an older Chicago Park District restoration, and thus is has more forbs (wildflowers), which is what prairie restorations focused on before people figured that grasses were pretty important to grasslands. But a whole bunch of flowers means a whole bunch of pretty pictures!
Dalea purpurea (Purple Prairie Clover, close-up)
Solidago rigida (Stiff Goldenrod, foreground)
Despite it’s name, this has been called one of the prairie’s best natural toilet papers! You learn all kinds of things in this job.
Asclepias tuberosa (Butterfly Weed)
Pretty striking orange, wouldn’t you say?
Echinacea purpurea (Purple Cone Flower)
One of my favorites. And purple (GO CATS!)
Verbena hastata (Blue Vervain)
We’ve seen the leaves for this one since the beginning, but now it’s finally starting to bloom! Beautiful little purple flowers.
The downside of this site: there were a ton of HUGE thistles! At least they weren’t the stinging variety! Unfortunately some thistles are in fact native to Illinois, so I’m not allowed to eradicate them as I go.
6.30 – Burnham Centennial North (Chicago Park District)
View of Burnham Centennial North (a work in progress)
This site is directly south of the Burnham Bird Sanctuary. All of our sites have been planted by Pizzo & Associates, but some (like this one) are still in the process of being restored.
Some notes from this site: it was super super weedy (meaning lots of invasive plants) and the soil was very dense and clay-ey (I keep using this adjective, I should find a more legit one.) A lot of brick and concrete pieces showed up in the samples, suggesting that this site was a dump or building site pre-restoration.
There were a bunch of trees on the site, which meant that a lot of adorable sugar maple seedlings showed up in the plots. Prairie restorations are generally burned every few years, which was how prairies were maintained as grasslands naturally long ago. Burnings keep tree seedlings like these from developing into full trees, and prevent lawn grass and other invasives from growing rampant as well as removing dead plant material to make room for new growth. Once you’ve been stabbed by enough dead cone flower stalks from last year’s plants, you start to get why burnings are a good idea!
6.29 & 7.2 – Soil Science Lab (Morton Arboretum)
Now that I’ve gotten some soil samples, it’s time to start prepping them for analysis! We’re doing this once a week at the Morton Arboretum soil lab, since it’s better equipped for a large number of samples than the Botanic Garden.
We decided that for our soil protocol, we’re going to analyze two 15 cm cores from each plot, rather than compositing every five plots in a transect into one sample as originally planned. This will give us data that’s a lot more specific, but it also means that we have 10 samples per transect, and with usually 2 transects per site that leaves 20 samples per site with 3 to 4 sites a week, so 60 to 80 samples to analyze a week! Luckily Bob’s a trooper and has been helping me out an enormous amount 😀
Step 1: Sieve the samples
This breaks up the samples so they’re much easier to work with, and produce more accurate results when processed. With the super clay-ey soils this takes a very. Long. Time.
Step 2: Clean the vials
To make sure that the vials are clean, we bake them in the oven at 100 degrees Celsius for about 40 minutes, then put them in a desiccator (below). The desiccator makes sure that water doesn’t condense on the surface of the vials as they cool, which would change their initial masses.
Step 3: Weigh the empty vial
This way we can just weigh the samples in their vials and subtract the weight of the vial to get the soil mass. It was surprising how much the mass of the vials varied!
Step 4: Put samples in vials and cups for analysis
To determine gravimetric soil moisture and soil organic matter, we’re going to use samples in the vials. First we burn the samples at 100 degrees Celsius for several days, and the change in mass from the original “wet” sample reflects the gravimetric soil moisture, since it’s the mass of the soil that has been removed in baking. We then take the same samples and burn them to ash at 300 degrees Celsius, leaving behind only the mineral content of the soil. The change in mass from the baked sample to the ashed one reflects the soil organic matter, since all organic matter has been burned away.
You can really since the difference in texture between these two samples! One was from a sandy area and one from a more clay-ey one.
We also put a scoop-full of each sample in a Dixie cup. All of these samples will air-dry in the lab until the end of sampling in August, at which point we will mix them 1:1 with deionized water, then test them for pH and conductivity, which shows the ions present in the soil.
Step 4: Burn! (100 degrees)
Here’s what the samples look like after drying for a few days (on the second shelf from the top).
One thing’s for sure: I always have dirt under my nails these days!
6.26 – Burnham Bird Sanctuary (Chicago Park District)
This site was particularly weedy, and it started to rain in the latter part of sampling so not too many pictures, but here’s what I have! It’s in the same park as the previous site, and right by McCormick Place.
View of Lake Michigan from Burnham Bird Sanctuary
Since I don’t have a lot of pictures from this site (and they all look about the same) I’ll throw some of the new leaf vocab I’ve learned at you!
Dentate: Leaf has triangular edges
Serrate: Leaf has saw-like teeth (so pointed, but curved)
Auriculate: Leaf surrounds stem at base (an excellent example is the New England Aster)
Peltate: Leaf attaches to stem at its middle
Petiolate: Leaf attaches to stalk with a stem (petiole)
Sessile: Leaf attaches directly to stalk without a stem
Cordate: Leaf heart-shaped
Weekday Adventures + Body Image Reflections
A bit of a mismatched title to this post, I must admit. I was not going to talk about my body image “issues” in this blog, but as I’ve said before, I want this blog to pretty accurately reflect my experiences this summer in Turkey. But no worries – I will talk about body image stuff AND fun adventures, too!
For those of you who don’t know, when I was in the 8th grade I developed anorexia. I would say its severity level probably hit the middle of the spectrum, closer to the less severe side. I dropped from 110 pounds to 82 pounds at 5’2” in just a few months, but the numbers are not really the point. The point is that something like that – something that messes with the way I see food and my body – doesn’t go away for a long time, and perhaps will never really go away. Though I gained the weight back before graduating 8th grade, I struggled with bingeing and restricting in high school. Things got better junior and senior year, worse freshman year of college, and then better again to the point where it’s the best it’s been since eighth grade.
I must admit, one of the things I was most worried about when coming to Turkey was how the trip would affect my eating, or even just my thoughts about food and my body. Transition periods, even something as simple as the start of a new quarter at Northwestern, always make my “issues” flare up a bit. Being lonely is also a big trigger, and though I have family here, I don’t see them every day (far from it), and I’ve had to make a whole new set of friends. Much to my delight, for the first week and a half in Turkey, it seemed that my food and body thoughts/behaviors weren’t much affected. However, last Monday I for some reason ate to the point of discomfort at lunch and dinner. I think I might’ve been a bit lonely, especially at my solitary Monday dinner, after coming back from a lovely weekend with my family and an eventful Sunday night with friends. I also think I didn’t eat enough Saturday and Sunday, which is never good. There are numerous other reasons, of course and as always, but I won’t get into them. Unfortunately, even one off-kilter day kind of threw my whole week off. I feel much better now, and it could’ve been much worse; I don’t want to forget how far I’ve come since the eighth grade! However, I also don’t want to ONLY talk about the fun things I’ve been doing and leave out some of my more private struggles. In other words, I don’t want to paint a false picture of paradise.
So, how did I make the journey, which for me is still hard, from feeling terrible around food and about my body to feeling much more “normal”? My first step was going out with two friends for dessert in Bebek after dinner on Monday. I almost didn’t want to go out because a) I wanted to get ahead with my hw, b) feeling like I ate too much = feeling bad about myself = wanting to isolate myself, and c) wouldn’t eating MORE food just make me feel worse, not better? But I decided to go out because a) I didn’t have that much hw actually due Tuesday, b) the times when I want to isolate myself are normally the times when socializing would do me the most good, and c) no, actually, what would make me feel worse, not better, would be to let something as stupid as how much I did or didn’t eat in a day stop me from a nice evening out with friends.
So I went out for dessert in Bebek on Monday night. I told my friends about the famous Bebek Mini Dondurma place that I had just gone to on Saturday with my family, and we all went there. Then we went to one of Bebek’s many dessert waffle shops, a magical place where you can top a warm waffle with any imaginable combination of fruit, syrups, jams, candy pieces, and other confections. As you can see in the picture, the three of us shared one amazing waffle – and suprisingly, the best part was the candied chestnuts! I went to bed rather uncomfortably full but pretty happy.
On Tuesday night, I took another step to combat my loneliness and the off-kilter feel of my week by going out again with friends. This time we went farther than Bebek, all the way to Sultanahmet. As I might have explained before, Sultanahmet is also known as the Old City and is the oldest part of Istanbul (who would’ve guessed?). It’s a famous, touristic neighborhood home to the Ayasofya (Hagia Sofia), Topkapı Palace, Kapılıçarşı (Grand Bazaar), and Sultanahmet Camii (Blue Mosque), among other attractions. It was already evening, but it was okay because we didn’t want to tour the interiors of any of the sites – we just wanted to eat dinner, walk around during iftar (the nightly fast-breaking meal during the Muslim holy month of Ramazan), and go to a rooftop bar for a glass of wine. We successfully completed our missions and had a wonderful time. In the picture I’m in, we were in Gülhane Park, which is right next to the Topkapı Palace. From there we walked to the main square that is bordered by the Blue Mosque and Ayasofya and arrived just in time for iftar. I had no idea that so many people would set up picnics to break iftar on the grass and benches in the square, but so they did. It was amazing to be in the center of everything when the Blue Mosque’s imam started his prayer and so many groups of families and friends broke their fast. A while later, we experienced a somewhat-less-reverent kind of wonderful when we found a rooftop bar and shared a bottle of wine. (Of course, we were still reverent of the amazing view, which included the Blue Mosque and a large chunk of the Boshporus.)
Wednesday and Thursday evenings I focused on homework – don’t worry, I am spending more time studying and attending class than I make it seem in this blog! Friday I went to Sultanahmet again, this time earlier in the afternoon and with a different group of people. We went to see the Yeni Cami (New Mosque), which is not as big as the Blue Mosque but is still breathtaking. Then we walked around the Mısır Çarsısı, or Spice Bazaar, the smaller version of the Grand Bazaar. After exiting, we aimlessly wandered the streets until stumbling into the Kapalıçarşı, or Grand Bazaar. We walked around and had tea before taking a ferry back to the dorms. (Warning to any future travelers to Istanbul: the ferries are the city’s most confusing form of public transportation, but if you love boats like I do, it is so worth it.)
That is all for now. I already wrote the blog post about the Fourth of July weekend, which I spent with family, but I will post it in a couple days. Thanks for reading, and iyi günler!