This past summer, I spent an amazing and totally sunny, rain free two weeks in the British Isles, with a quick stop in Dublin. In ten days aboard a small ship, I circumnavigated Great Britain! I will simply list the ports of call to give you an idea of the voyage. Embarking at the port of Poole, we sailed to Scilly Isle, Wales, Dublin, Iona, Barra and Stornoway in the Hebrides, Stromness in the Orkney Islands, Aberdeen, finally disembarking in Edinburgh. A quick trip to St. Andrews and The Old Course just two days before The British Open finished of the journey! As is so often the case when traveling, the historic locations are awe inspiring: Caernarfon Castle in Wales, the Book of Kells in Dublin, Iona Abbey, the Callanish Stones, Balmoral and Edinburgh Castles. However, it was the people I met who were the highlight of the trip. The slate workers in Wales (yes, they were readily familiar with Fair Haven, VT), the hard working crofters in the Hebrides and Orkneys, and the children in the school I visited; these human experiences are what makes travel come alive.
Mary Moran is the Superintendent of Rutland City Public Schools. This past summer, she travelled through the British Isles. Below is a brief summary of her experience, including an encounter in Wales with slate workers very familiar with the Rutland area. This past summer, I spent an amazing and totally sunny, rain free two weeks in the British Isles, with a quick stop in Dublin. In ten days aboard a small ship, I circumnavigated Great Britain! I will simply list the ports of call to give you an idea of the voyage. Embarking at the port of Poole, we sailed to Scilly Isle, Wales, Dublin, Iona, Barra and Stornoway in the Hebrides, Stromness in the Orkney Islands, Aberdeen, finally disembarking in Edinburgh. A quick trip to St. Andrews and The Old Course just two days before The British Open finished of the journey! As is so often the case when traveling, the historic locations are awe inspiring: Caernarfon Castle in Wales, the Book of Kells in Dublin, Iona Abbey, the Callanish Stones, Balmoral and Edinburgh Castles. However, it was the people I met who were the highlight of the trip. The slate workers in Wales (yes, they were readily familiar with Fair Haven, VT), the hard working crofters in the Hebrides and Orkneys, and the children in the school I visited; these human experiences are what makes travel come alive.
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Posted by Marsha Cassel, World Language Teacher and Global Studies Mentor It was just about this time last September that we were preparing to welcome our new friends from Pont de Suert, Spain. They pulled into Rutland High School in the dark—tired, excited and a little anxious—in the yellow school bus that we had sent along with organizer and Spanish teacher Patricia Alonso in order to gather them up at JFK airport. They politely snacked on Vermont apple cider and cookies in our school lobby, connected with their respective host families and disappeared into the night for a much-deserved rest. That was the beginning of many beautiful friendships. In June, I was invited to join twenty-four students and two colleagues (social studies teacher, Taborri Bruhl, and aforementioned Patricia Alonso), for Rutland High School’s travel to Pont de Suert to complete the loop of our brand new international exchange program. Our welcome in Spain was much grander than the modest late-night reception in Vermont. Our hosts had taken their final exams in advance, so they could be excused from school to meet us at the Barcelona airport—banner in hands—and to whisk us off in an air-conditioned tour bus for a beachfront lunch of paella and a revitalizing dip in the Mediterranean Sea. Most of our visit, however, was spent in Pont de Suert, a quiet village in the autonomous province of Catalonia and home to approximately 2,500 residents. On the first morning we visited the high school, and in small groups RHS students cycled through classrooms offering presentations about our school and Vermont to those who had not been able to visit us the previous fall. It was interesting to see what our presenters chose to highlight: Ben & Jerry’s, maple products, Raider football and our version of the “Shake it off” video (demonstrating our school spirit) were frequent inclusions. Afterward our students teamed up with their hosts and headed off on a scavenger hunt in order to get acquainted with the village and to practice communicating. They had to walk to various agencies and record the answers of the employees to specific prompts or visit certain landmarks and fill in answers based on their observations at those sites. Theoretically, the Americans were supposed to be asking all the questions, but the learning curve was too steep for the first day and the Spanish students pitched in to expedite the process. The Americans got their bearings while discovering the library, the old and new churches, the municipal center, the youth center and the immigration center…and they stopped at a local market to stock up on water. Water was the source of some anxiety—especially in the heat and with the exertion of the outdoor activities that we undertook. Many were apprehensive about drinking water to which they were not accustomed, despite the local reassurances that it was perfectly fine. As chaperones we were on alert for signs of dehydration throughout the trip. Communication, in general, was a zigging and zagging experience. Our students did get braver and better at expressing themselves in Spanish as the hours and days passed. Oddly enough, however, Spanish was not only a second language for the Americans but it was also the second language for most of the residents of Pont de Suert. Catalan, the co-official language of the region, was the first and preferred language of most of the families and merchants. Back in Vermont, before I had met our “intercambio” counterparts, I had wondered about the practicality of setting up an exchange with folks whose first language wasn’t even one that we taught at RHS. Yet while hiking, kayaking, dancing, cooking, eating, laughing, playing and traveling with these folks, while seamlessly navigating from one language to another, I was convinced of the merits of reaching for this connection. My host father, Pere, spoke Catalan, Spanish and was eager to practice his English. His wife Pilar, spoke Spanish, had learned Catalan when she moved to Pont de Suert and had studied French as a second language in school. Their son and daughter spoke Catalan and were learning Spanish in school. I have studied and taught both French and Spanish but could only make inferences from written Catalan. When it was spoken, I could only understand if the utterances were heavily supported by obvious gestures. Our conversations were rich, collaborative, sometimes redundant (as portions were retranslated to others) and driven by the genuine desire to understand and be understood. We collectively reached for whatever language would serve our particular thought and urgency of the moment. Often sentences would have no linguistic integrity and would start in one language and conclude in another. Much information (and probably some misinformation) was transmitted but we weren’t actively conscious of how much. And my time spent with my family was warm and intimate as a result of the insatiable desire to communicate and to know one another—no matter the challenges. This talent was not exclusive to my host family either. Whether we were at the school or on our outings to the national park and to a beautiful gorge, we were surrounded by polyglots. Our companions were versed in English, French, Spanish, Catalan, German, Italian and even in some of the more obscure heritage languages of the region. Their proficiency with languages was impressive and humbling. In anticipation of making this post, I asked the student-travelers what some of their observations were:
Perhaps the memory that will stick with our students the most, however, will be witnessing and participating in the Festival of Saint John the Baptist, which coincides with the celebration of the first day of summer and which, by design, marked the culmination of our visit to Pont de Suert. There is nothing that I can compare Las Fallas (Spanish) or Les Falles (Catalan) to in my experience of American traditions. Families gather in the mountains in the late afternoon or early evening and feast. As night falls they build bonfires with which to ignite large, heavy wooded torches that were made or purchased for the occasion. Participants then perch the torches over their shoulders (fully engulfed in flames emitting impressive heat) and carry them, winding along the mountain path in the dark, guided by the light of the torch in front of them and by the sound of massive cow bells that some of the celebrants wear. They are urged to keep the distance consistent and tight between carriers. Many wear padding in their clothing to protect them from both the weight and heat of the torches. Some wear special protective head gear to keep their hair from singing from the sparks. Viewers get to watch what appears to be a twinkling, undulating serpent sliding down the hillside. This year’s festival saw some 300 people on the descent. At the base of the mountain the members of the procession start to run into the main square of the village where they form a circle. When assembled there, they toss their torches into a pile at a designated place in the center and the flames consume much of the square. The noise and light and heat are amplified by the surrounding buildings and it is very primal. Each village in the region boasts that its festival is the best. Some celebrate on the eve of St. John the Baptist; others on the night of. Therefore, visitors can have multiple experiences. In Pont de Suert, I participated in an early evening version for the children… …and then watched as the adults, which included nine or more of our American students, as they completed the journey in the full darkness.
Remembering this ritual from a couple of months out now is easier than approaching it in real time as a member of the team of chaperones. When the trip was organized, we were aware of the festival and agreed that it would be an interesting experience to incorporate into our visit. In theory, from afar, we were imagining our group watching it, as temporary, honorary members of the community…as engaged on-lookers. When we became immersed in the culture, however, it became clear that both Americans and Spaniards were eager to expand the participation. As chaperones, nevertheless, there were important questions to be answered:
And they were worthy of our trust. |
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