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Mija Lieberman | Santiago de Compostela, Spain | Post 1

Mija Lieberman | Santiago de Compostela, Spain | Post 1

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I’ve been in Spain almost two weeks now and am having a great time. We’re not in Madrid yet because we’re still having our orientation in Santiago de Compostela, which is in the northwest region of Galicia. This is a Vassar-Wesleyan program and I didn’t know most of the Vassar students or any of the Wesleyan students when I met them at the airport, but we’ve bonded a lot already, though we’re supposed to start speaking more Spanish than English…

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Harper Cleves | Santiago, Chile | Post 3

Harper Cleves | Santiago, Chile | Post 3

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A few weeks ago I lived with a Mapuche family in the small community of Chapod. The Mapuche are an indigenous community that reside in the Southern regions of Chile and Argentina. Anthropologists frequently study them because their culture is rapidly disappearing at the hands of global, Western imperialism. I only experienced the Mapuche culture for a single week, but what I saw and shared was beautiful, and worth saving. The Mapuche view the world through a circular framework. A…

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Harper Cleves | Santiago, Chile | Post 2

Harper Cleves | Santiago, Chile | Post 2

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Maldichos y Memorias I have learned something new every day in Chile. I suppose that this is true at home, and at Vassar as well, but I feel like my learning here has been more pronounced, and more deliberate. And while, of course, I have done a lot of learning in class, most of my learning has happened outside of the classroom. Sometimes these life lessons are just silly. For instance, apparently a lot of mistakes Gringos make in Spanish…

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Harper Cleves | Santiago, Chile | Post 1

Harper Cleves | Santiago, Chile | Post 1

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I ended my first day in Santiago washing strawberry cake off of dishes at a sink built for a woman a foot smaller than me. I kept thinking someone should take a picture of me, oddly tall, occupying too much space in the tiny, rectangular kitchen, while a petite, 75-year-old Chilean woman buzzed around me insisting I drink more tea, and finish her cake. “Eres bastante flaca, Chiquita.” “You are too skinny, little one.” I declined politely for the fourth…

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