Over
the course of five months, I've fully stepped out of my life, my groove, and my
comfort zone. This total uprooting has been eye opening, scary, fun and
exciting all at the same time. There were times were I thought my life couldn't
get any better, and other times where I thought I would never see the sun shine
again. Don't be confused, I'm not manic depressive, I'm just living life
outside the United States were everything is different and confusing at times.
This was my first extended stay away from home and my first time being
separated from everyone I have known throughout the past 20 years.
What
I've gained during these past few months is invaluable and will remain an
unforgettable era of my life. As my host my has said many times, all the little
things are just the anecdotes of life. Metaphorically speaking, she also tells
me when I'm writing my book of life this is just one chapter. My gracious host
mother here in Spain, otherwise know as Carmen, has taken me under her wing and
has provided a great deal of sentimental support. What I've learned from
Carmen, my professors, friends, and the people of Spain is that there is so
much I don't know.
I
had never thought to ask questions and wonder why, I have always been accustom
to the way my life is I have never had to think outside the box. At my home
university I study Journalism and I've never looked beyond the constraints of
the newsroom. I've been writing articles, conducting interviews, editing, and
more writing but I've never taken myself outside the mechanics of this.
People
communicate in many different ways, more than I had previously thought. Of the
many ways we subconsciously decide to communicate, these methods change from
person to person and from culture to culture. However, amongst the differences
I have seen commonalities that have surprised me. When my mother came to Spain
to visit during my spring break, my gracious host mother was so kind to let her
stay in my homestay. With Carmen not knowing much English and vise versa for my
mom, I was stuck in the middle translating. This took a lot of effort on my
part, but I also heard Carmen say more than once that because they were both
women they could understand each other. It was a look and motion of Carmen's
hand between them that let them know no words were necessary they both knew,
they both could understand. It was interesting to see that and be caught in the
middle this type of interaction.
It
was then that I realized that communication is more than words. Showing someone
can be more powerful that telling. Two women from completely different
backgrounds, who do not speak each other's language we able to communicate and
bond with little to no words (of course things like food make this especially
easy to bond over).
Regardless,
there were no stereotypes or prejudgments passed, which is another thing I’ve
tried to overcome. I don’t think I have, but I’ve certainly gained more
perspective. I can safely say it’s universal to have stereotypes on the
cultures that are not are own, but it’s always enlightening when a stereotype
is broken. During my studies at USAC, I’ve not only met locals and people of
Spain, but other Americans in my program as well who are from all over the
country. Certain stereotypes I’ve had on the different regions of the States
have even been broken during my time in Europe, who would have thought!
Another
interesting interaction I’ve had was interviewing my Spanish professor Rosana
about her intercultural experiences during her time in the United States. When
we talked about the differences we saw, we gawked at each others impressions
of our countries. For example, during her graduate TA training the trainees
were warned against getting to close to students both physically and
emotionally, where in Spain that’s not ever addressed as an issue. When I
started teaching at the secondary school in Bilbao, no one at the school or
during my training ever talked about appropriate distance between teachers and
students.
Another
thing Rosana pointed out were the blue light emergency poles situated on
campus. It made her nervous they were absolutely everywhere, making her uneasy
about the kind of attacks she needed to be aware of. For me, going to college
and seeing these emergency poles made me feel safe in case of an accident. On
my college campus for every one blue light you see at any given time, you
should be able to spot two more, which tells you how prominent they are. Before
talking to Rosana, I never realized that to someone outside the American
culture it might be hard to explain it’s for your safety, not for you to worry.
Breaking
these stereotypes is hard to do, and can often only be done with personal
experience and exposure to a certain culture or group of people. I’m fortunate
for my time in Spain and how these past months have opened my eyes to a new
world of communicating with people. Although we can’t live without
communication whether it’s verbal or nonverbal, it’s possible to leave
generalizations and prejudgments at the door and let your interactions shape
how you feel.