Clare Elsewhere

One of the stranger things about traveling, or just leaving home in general, is finding your new definition of home. Whether that's the hotel room you use as your orbital hub, the classroom you tend to sleep in, or the cafe that remembers your iced coffee order with no sugar- it holds some sense of belonging, an anchor in your wanderings. Awful (poem?) tag found in the night market In Thailand, I've been looking for that. Trying to find some place that really resonates, allows me to find peace and think, reflect- allows me to just be, rather than constantly looking, observing, experiencing. Trying to find some place that resonates with who I am, and with what I'm looking for. This becomes exponentially harder as I don't really have an image or even a ballpark for either of those inquiries. I've been in Thailand for just over two weeks now, and I'm in the process of picking a region and school for the next few months. I'm in the process of moving a...

Tonight, barring major catastrophe, marks my last night in the United States for 137 days. In that time span, I have a lot of expectations, a lot of aspirations, and I'm looking for a lot of inspiration. Thailand lies ahead, months of learning, teaching, exploring and adventuring-- but also months of uncertainty. As my mother would like to remind me, Thailand is not in the most comforting of political states currently. And by that, I mean it's a full-blown coup . We've done a fair amount of research, and that itself is not an extreme detriment to travel- Thailand's had 19 coups in 80 years , so this, if anything, is giving me a realistic experience. King Bhumibol Adulyadej, the world's longest standing monarch. In Thailand he has semi-divine status and criticism against him is met with defamation charges and severe jail time. The part about it all that is actually giving me pause- not the martial law, not the curfew, not the uncertainty about the future go...

As soon as I started writing a reminiscence, I could feel the clichés. Friendships made abroad, changed outlook on life, memories and longings and connections that can't fully translate- to words, to explanations, to the States in general. But if they are clichés, then so be it. Maybe that's where clichés come from- the experiences so foreign, so intangible that no real explanation will do them justice, and we force them into these boxes and phrases, force them into familiarity. We recognize a piece of what we felt, a piece of what we experienced, and tie it down to a theme or image that others may also recognize. Or maybe clichés are just overused bits of language and I'm creatively frustrated. Y'all can decide.  At the end of our term, last June, we ventured off into the Amazon, rushed through some "finals" and then careened back into the states to start a marathon of different events- internship, rugby season, SENIOR YEAR- life at full sp...

When I first started to plan out my trip to Brazil, I listed Foz do Iguaçu as a priority. It is a famous series of waterfalls forming the border of Argentina and Brazil, recently hosted the X-Games, and is featured in many tourism brochures and pictures of Brazil. It even played a part of an Indiana Jones movie. Beyond all this, I had heard that it was one of the Seven Wonders of  the World. The idea of Seven Wonders definitely piqued my interest, and I began to research it more. After all the amazing places I have visited, would this be my third Wonder? My fourth? Would it be feasible to see all Seven? A simple Wikipedia reference showed how little I truly knew. 'Seven Wonders' has essentially devolved from an impressive title into a tourism gimmick, with more than ten international lists and many countries holding their own. There are the Seven Natural, the Seven Man-made, the Ancient, the Modern, those of the Medieval Mind, those from the Middle Ages, Seven of Modern Engin...

It is interesting how the human mind works when presented with the unknown. There is a brief period of shock, acknowledgement, and observation where we stand just absorbing the experience, marveling at the novelty. But our mind isn't too comfortable with foreign territory, and quickly works to associate these new observations with things which we already know: it compares, contrasts, and builds upon our previous memories, tying the unknown to familiar concepts, relating it to established knowledge, rationalizing. The cliff is about a football field high, it smells like coconut water, 7*7=49 because seven 7s added together is 49: all concepts which we know and remember, welcome as new knowledge and learning because we can base them off their relationships with what we already knew, we can base them off our comparisons to that information. But almost everything we learn, we "base off" something else. This past week our program visited Rio de Janeiro, and that's ...

**As a forewarning, I plan on discussing some of my religious and political beliefs. Modern media calls for this disclosure, along with some sort of apology, that "these are my opinions, they are not meant to impose upon your own or discredit your own, just an expression of my thoughts". But I'm not sure that I agree with that. These are my beliefs, the foundation of my actions, and while they may differ from those of others, I should not hesitate to share them, or qualify their validity. Religion is at times considered more offensive than epithets, but in the reading of this post, and the consideration of religion in general, I ask that you pay more attention to the purpose than the prose. You may not believe every word from the Bible, and may even stand in direct opposition to some doctrinal teaching. But the purpose of Catholicism, the purpose of religion, is to love. Is to work every day to bring yourself and those around you to the Kingdom of Heaven. That may sound l...

I recently indulged in an afternoon of laziness, including watching "Eat, Pray, Love" for the first time. It's a very interesting, reflective movie that I would recommend (they even speak some Portuguese in it!), but one scene in particular kept with me.  The characters sat down to dinner, and discussed identity: the idea that each city, each person, had one word by which their entire identity could be defined: every little facet somehow related back to that one word, one concept. It's a compelling theory, and one to which I definitely owe more thought, but for now I submit that my word is "conhecer". (cohn-yeh-sehr) "Conhecer" is the infinitive form of the Portuguese word "to know"- but although I'm sure my siblings would love my confession to being a know-it-all, "conhecer" is more of the idea of "getting to know" or "familiarizing", knowing a person or place very well as opposed to knowing a l...