For the outdoor-loving adventurers of the world, Grutas Tolantongo is a must see! It is the most mesmerizing place. Hidden in the side of a mountain and overlooking its mighty valley and river bed within it, is Grutas Tolantongo, a natural hot-springs resort and park. Grutas Tolantongo is hidden away in the mountains of Hidalgo, but it’s worth the trip out into the country side.
Tolantongo features two sections- one having Las Pozitas, pools, and zip lining and the other having the waterfall and natural hot spring-caverns within the waterfall. The river flows through both areas. To get from one area to another is a hike (slightly more than 2km), which is great for those ready for outdoor exercise and fun! However, a bus is there to take you back to the other side of the resort if you’d rather not walk. But if you’re down for the hike, the trails are vibrantly green and magical.
The Pozitas, the pools built into the side of the canyon, were what brought us to Tolantongo, but the waterfall and the natural pool within it are what stole the show when we got there. As you approach the waterfall, it’s heavy flow of water cascades down from one of the largest mountains you have ever seen. The closer you get to the bottom of the waterfall, the more you realize that tucked away under the falls is one giant pool. You continue forward where you can wander inside into the natural pool. The little hide-away has water cascading from the ceiling and a few other various places from above. You can sit under it and have the water massage your shoulders or just sit back and watch others enjoy it. From there, there are caverns to swim in to see the natural formations of the cave, if you are brave enough to swim through the dark waters without any light. A great adventure, it is!
The river is naturally calm and lightly flowing with sections divided by rocks so you can enjoy your own little warm pool within the river.
And the Pozitas. They were beautiful. They were what brought us there, after all. Water cascades from one pool down into the next from the lightly flowing and trickling water above- each pool getting cooler as it flows down to the bottom pool. Those pools, standing in such a serene location overlooking the canyon, you have to see to believe. They are a great place to hide away and relax. There are many sets of them, but the ones half-way down the mountain were the best to experience. They were a hike down the trail, but it was well worth it for the exclusion.
Finally- if you are there, go zip-lining. It’s very affordable and very surreal to go flying above the canyon and river. Grutas Tolantongo is an amazing place for any world traveled to experience.
Let’s talk about Blarney Castle. The full name of the property is “Blarney Castle and Gardens,” and with quite a good reason. The gardens of Blarney are, perhaps, more charming than the castle, itself. But more to that in a second.
Blarney Castle is, perhaps, the most famous castle in Ireland. It was absolutely the most magical place I have visited thus far in my travels. Blarney transported me back hundreds of years ago to the 1500s, when the castle was flourishing. Entering the lands felt like wandering into a portal that transported you back in time.
As we began our walk into the grounds of Blarney, we could see the castle off in the distance.
We approached the castle while following a path through a few trees, fields, and gardens. As we approached, the main castle keep and tower were standing strongly above us. What made Blarney Castle so special was, despite its age, the entire structure was, more-or-less, intact. The main floors/ceilings of the great hall had long since been gone, but the small passages and rooms to the sides of the main hall (such as the kitchen, battle areas, and more) were still completely together. We travelled through the kitchen, the little lady’s room, the banquet hall, the family room, and even passed the murder hole. (We got a good laugh out of a father trying to explain to his son what the murder hole was for. If you don’t know, it’s where they would dump hot oil onto intruders from above if they made it passed the front door). As we made our way around, we could see fireplaces up above us on the walls where a floor once stood that no longer existed. As we head around and up the twisted staircase for what seemed to go on for years, we found ourselves on a path to the top to find the Blarney Stone. Once you we reached the very top of the building, there was a walkway around the perimeter. At the center of the far wall was the Blarney Stone. To kiss the stone, you lay on the ground and lean back (much farther than you think you need to) upside-down while holding onto a rail. There was a man positioned there to help, as people used to kill themselves trying to kiss this infamous stone. Once we kissed the stone, we made our way down to the grounds.
The grounds at Blarney were just as magical as the castle, itself, if not more-so. As we walked out of the castle, the poison garden greeted us and showed us the poisoned plants of the area. We heard that it was used to teach the inhabitants of the castle what to and what not to touch around the area. From there, a path through the woods was laid out before us. First, we followed the trees to a pond that had a beautiful waterfall before us. This was the water gardens. Heading around the land back on top of the waterfall, we followed the path to the Witch’s stone and the Wishing Steps. The Witch’s cave told a story where a witch was imprisoned into a stone (which looks like a witch, so it’s easy to see how the story came to be). Legend has it that she is cursed into the stone but is free at night to wander, where she comes out and moves into a nearby cave (built under a tree and complete with an unexplained ancient chimney supposedly built by druids) to conduct her magic. The cave was positioned beautifully in the roots of his tree, and was cozy enough for one person to live. At the foot of all of this, the Wishing Steps stoop firmly built. Rumor has it, if you closed your eyes and focused on a wish, if you made it all the way down the steps with your eyes closed, the wish would come true. From there, we followed the wooden paths and found Druid Stones positioned in a perfect circle on the grounds. From there, we explored the dungeons of the castle. The dungeons were torturously small. To proceed to the back of the dungeons, you had to crawl on your hands and knees through darkness. It let out into a tiny back area with a very dark energy.
From there, we proceeded back towards the entrance of the land. For those wishing to visit Blarney, maps are offered online. The property is extremely large but well worth a full-day journey if you have that to offer it. There’s even a café and coffee shop attached to the property. It is well worth the adventure if you are willing to answer that call.
So… the time came. I decided, for the first time in my life, to go on a diet. Did I really need to diet? No. I’m not overweight. Actually, I’m healthy for my weight. However, I have always been extremely skinny, and I felt that dieting would make me feel healthier and put me back to my weight that I’ve always been, as I have gained a few pounds over the last few years. Was it the best idea? Maybe- it has helped get healthier. Did I enjoy it? No. Did it work? Yes, I am back at my ideal weight.
I have come to the conclusion, however, that a diet really isn’t for me. I love food too much to have it taken away. That’s one of my vices that I would like to keep in my life.
Did I learn anything? Absolutely! I learned that moderating what I eat (not dieting but watching myself and maybe not having Taco Bell at 11pm
or cutting back on a Poptart a day) will do wonders for myself. I learned that drinking water throughout the day is really a solid idea. All of these things will keep me at my ideal weight now that I am back there. I learned that increasing my activity throughout the day and working out more (and maybe actually using the treadmill in my bedroom) really will fix the problem on its own and keep me eating what I love.
So here’s how the diet went- It’s a nutritional diet. It, effectively, cut out meat and most carbs while keeping me eating fruits and veggies. Occasionally, I could eat a little rice. On the first day, all I could eat was low-sugar fruits. I would eat one every couple of hours throughout the day. I was always weak and hungry! The second day was the same routine with veggies. That day was a little easier, but I was still feeling weak and having a lot of headaches. I would wake up feeling horribly ill, weak, and unpleasant for the first few days. On the third day, I could eat veggies and fruit. The fourth day featured veggie soup, primarily, throughout the day. Finally, on the fifth day, I could introduce a little rice into the diet. That helped me TREMENDOUSLY. Through the end of the sixth and seventh days, I ate fruits and veggies around the rice.
It’s funny because I LOVE fruits and veggies- but I learned that they can’t be the only thing I eat. Eating the carbs that I do help me function. I need carbs. Period. Also, I love Chai Tea Lattes too much to cut them out of my life, but, perhaps, going a week without them, I learned that I could drink them in moderation.
So that’s been my dieting experience. I would like to say that dieting sucks. However, it is a good thing, as well. It opened my eyes to a lot, and it will be an experience that I will always remember.
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I was inspired to visit the Rock of Dunamase (an amazingly beautiful castle laid in ruins along the Irish countryside) while watching Leap Year with Amy Adams, as it is featured in that movie. I know, it’s slightly lame, but the structure just looked so beautiful on the big screen. Despite some GPS issues, as the castle doesn’t have an address that leads you directly to it, we saw it in the distance- a beautiful spray of ruins up on a hill. At that point, it was easy to follow the roads in the general direction to make it there. We arrived at a small, beautiful old church at the base of the hill where we could find parking. From there, we walked up the massive hill around the winding path to the ruins.
Unlike any of the other castles that we visited, Dunamase was completely in ruins. While the base of a few towers and rooms were scattered around, there were chunks of the structure spread all around the tall hill, with some looking as if they were about to slide down to the ground below. Despite its appearance in the movie Leap Year (which included a lot of CG), there was no second story anywhere. You could wind up the staircase that they supposedly walked through (which wasn’t exactly a staircase) to a ledge within the structure. It was actually a really fun and easy place to climb along the rocks.
This was the perfect location to be at sunset. The sun was rolling down into the grassy fields off in the distance, and the entire area seemed to glow a beautiful orange and yellow. It was the most magical sunset that I have ever seen. There was a window ledge in the base of the main building where you could sit and watch the sun fall behind the fields and over the church at the base of the hill. It was an ethereal experience.
Though not as mainstream or touristy as the rest of the Irish Castles, the Rock of Dunamase is most definitely a place to see.
The story of The Phantom of the Opera has always interested me since I was young. It originated from a book by Gaston Leroux, who supposedly swore on his deathbed that the story was true. People have spent their lives studying the Opera Garnier, where the story occurred, trying to prove the truth behind it. Regardless, it brings a lot of people out to the Opera Garnier each year. My husband and I were no exception.
During our trip to Paris, I made sure to schedule an after-hours tour of the Opera Garnier so we could experience the exceptional beauty of the building without hundreds of tourists circling around us. We arrived early, so we were able to sit outside of the great structure and listen to a street musician as we awaited our tour. The names and busts of many famous musicians sat up high on the building of the opera, carved out of stone, and gold statues decorated the roof. We arrived as the building was being closed for the day and made our way in through the downstairs entrance hall. We met our tour guide shortly after, and she took us around the building. We learned that Charles Garnier was not a known architect when he designed the Opera. In fact, he more-or-less accidentally won a contest that gave him the title to create the Opera. Because of this, he hid many of his personal signatures around the place so people would know without a doubt that the Palais was his design. The most famous and easy to spot is his own bust that he placed at the top of the ceiling in the grand foyer. His face is in the design on one end, and his wife’s is on the design opposite of his own. He made sure that the people who came would know his face.
As we made our way up the famous Grand Staircase, we were shown a step where the marble had been broken. It seemed to have been broken by some kind of impact. The rumors and stories that have been passed down about that step all revolve around someone falling through the roof and down onto the stairs. (The history and stories that came from this place, alone, were worth attending to tour for.)
Once we made our way into the auditorium, we were blown away by the beautiful red seats and the enormous (and also quite famous) chandelier that hung over our heads. Our guide was quick to point out which box was Box 5, the famous box of the Opera Ghost a.k.a. The Phantom. She began to explain the social traditions of going to the opera back in that time, and that was perhaps the most interesting thing that I learned on our trip. You see, back in the late 1800s and early 1900s, going to the opera was purely a social affair. You either owned a box or a seat, which meant that you attended almost every show, or you rented for the night. Seat owners went out for each performance dressed to the nines. You could go up the grand staircase so you could show off your new outfits to everyone. Those who rented a seat for the night were not important and had to go up the back stairwells, where they couldn’t be seen. As a fun gesture, the seats still have labels on them saying which was an owned seat and which was a rented seat, though that isn’t something that is done anymore.
The boxes were, of course, for the wealthy. And, funny enough, the best seats in the house were in the boxes right next to the stage. Though it was hard to see the stage from there (and impossible with some seats), everyone could see you! That was the point of coming out to the Opera! To be seen! And, if you didn’t feel like being seen, you had a partition you could pull up to hide yourself. There were lounge rooms for dinner behind each box, so sometimes you wouldn’t be out in your own box at all. And, to top it all off, everyone talked during the show. It was normal for everyone to come out and socialize, so silence wasn’t really a thing that happened during a performance. Very interesting.
Finally, she talked about how the ceiling was replaced above the chandelier, and it was easy to tell. The style of the art up there did not match the rest of the Opera in any way. She had grown accustomed to it. We weren’t so sure about it. It was a little too modern to fit with the style of the rest of the building.
We then moved to the Grand Foyer where she pointed out the golden busts of Charles Garnier and his wife that I mentioned before. This was the most beautiful room of the opera by far. The ceiling was painted exquisitely in gold colors, and there were many chandeliers draping down. There was a dark fireplace at the end of the hall, as well. It was gorgeous.
Upon leaving, I could understand very easily why the Opera Ghost would make such a place his home. If you haven’t read The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux, I highly recommend it. Even better- see the Andrew Lloyd Webber adaptation on Broadway. But, above all, if you get the chance to see the Opera Garnier in person, I highly recommend doing so! It is a magical place glowing with history.
The Rock of Cashel is an ancient castle found in the lower, middle land of Ireland in Tipperary. Damian and I had the honor of visiting there, and it seemed to transport us into an ancient, religious time. This large castle was once the seat of the King of Munster until 1101, when it was given to the church.
As you approach the castle from the parking area, it seems to tower above you for miles, as it sits up on a hill. (We noticed that most of the castles that we visited in Ireland were up on hills, overlooking the lands and towns that the castles used to watch over. It made perfect, logical sense.) The main body of The Rock of Cashel was still in one large structure, while there were minor ruins of buildings and gates that used to be a part of the castle’s empire scattered around it. The roof of the castle was no more, but the enormous walls surrounded us on every side as we entered into the main doorway into the building. One giant, open room seemed to be the bulk of this area, which had an amazing looking dome as a central area. This, along with a beautifully intact round tower seemed to be the only sections that had cover.
On one side of the castle, there was the remains of an old painting of Christ on the wall. They built a cover for it, since it had clearly been fading away due to the elements and the lack of a roof on the castle. There was a picture of what the painting used to look like on a plaque next to it, and you could still see parts of the painting and make out the details with some time and effort. The main chapel of this building was under renovations, so we didn’t get to see everything, unfortunately.
Perhaps the most special part of Cashel, however, was walking out through the backside of the building and out onto the grounds. As you stepped out into the graveyard (which took up the entire back grounds), you could see miles and miles of the purest, greenest rolling hills. A stone fence circled the property low enough so you could see the greenery for miles on one side and the little town of Cashel out on the other side. Little shops and pubs could be spotted on the tiny roads from up above where we were.
As we stood out in the grass, there were graves that were hundreds of years old, along with fresher graves, as well. Crosses, celtic crosses, and statues of the Virgin Mary decorated the yard, and everything was immensely peaceful. From the back, you could look up and get a good look at the structure of The Rock of Cashel. The giant building towering over us had celtic crosses, long, elaborate windows, and designs built from the stone it was made from. Though it was falling apart a bit and was currently being renovated, it’s beauty was definitely still visible.
Perhaps one of the most magical things was the birds that were swarming above us. The entire time we were there, birds flew overhead crowing and making “kah” sounds, as if speaking to each other. In a way, it almost sounded like they were all laughing.
This mystical place is a must-visit if you ever travel to Ireland. The excitement of the history and the calmness of the old holy energy was definitely an experience worth having.
St. Anne’s Park was the perfect way to start my adventure in Dublin. Despite the entrance being grand, it is almost as if it is hidden away, as there is no prominent sign. After ensuring that we were in the right place, we continued down the large main walkway that seemed to stretch on forever. As I went further back into the park, I passed by soccer field after soccer field. Old men passed me with their dogs running around freely beside them. I passed families and fields stretching on and on until I found the woods. Hidden within the woods of this beautiful piece of nature were old architectural treasures. As I went through the path to the duck pond, I found an old bridge with castle-like windows that used to serve as a tower stuck down on the path. As I progressed deeper still, there were hidden stone caverns, old wells, a Roman-style tower on a hill, and a beautiful arched Herculanean temple. Coming through the clearing of the trees, there was a mystical Temple of Isis at the duck pond. It was magical. There was a circular grouping of trees placed almost perfectly in a circle around a fire pit, leaving the imagination to believe it was a place where rituals were performed. The treasures were vast, and who would have thought they would be right there on the edge of the busy park.
The mystery and mysticism of this amazing place made me feel like I was on a giant adventure. And all of these magical, ancient buildings and ruins were hidden just in the depths of the forest right in the middle of Dublin at one of their main parks. It was a great way to start my trip back in time while exploring Dublin.
The Catacombs of Paris are, perhaps, one of the most interesting places to visit in Paris. They are eerily beautiful and still. Yes, the catacombs are touristy, but no more than any other attraction in the city. In fact, you will find many locals there, as well. This spot is such a gem that you have to arrive extremely early to avoid the rush of people trying to get in to see it, as they only allow a certain number of visitors down within the tunnels at one time.
Lucky for me, my hotel was less than a block from the entrance to the ossuary. Since I was going on a Saturday, I arrived at the entrance of the catacombs at 9am, despite this famous attraction not opening until 10am. If you want to get in at a reasonable time, you must begin waiting about an hour before opening. I was approximately 20th in line when I arrived. By the time they opened the gates, there was a line wrapping around the street. People that arrived upon opening would already be waiting a couple of hours to enter.
As we crossed through the gates to pay for admission, I had no idea the extent of history that we were about to discover. Upon entering the catacombs, you find yourself going down a very narrow, spiral staircase that never seems to end. You keep looping down further and further into the earth. Finally, after having gone down 5 stories underground, you make it into the tunnels.
To me, learning the history of the tunnels was the most interesting thing about the catacombs. The tunnels were created in the 12th and 13th centuries. They stretch on for 200 miles under the city of Paris, and they serve as the primary reason why Paris can’t build its city up higher than it is, as it no longer has the foundation to support itself! Believe it or not, the tunnels were forgotten for years until the 1600s, when they started caving in. Once the city began falling in on itself, they were discovered again. How can such an enormous maze be forgotten so easily? What else could be down there? My mind wandered on all the possibilities. The world really is a crazy place.
Upon having a problem with the cemeteries smelling and overflowing in the 1700s, the bodies were moved down into the tunnels. For a long time, the bodies were just thrown down there until Louis- Etienne Hericart de Thuy, head of the Paris Mine Inspection Service, turned the tunnels filled with bodies into a visit-able mausoleum. Some question his taste levels, as they bodies are arranged in very interesting ways, and, above the entrance to the ossuary, there reads a sign that says, “Stop! This is the empire of the dead.” You used to have to be blessed to go inside. Now, I believe that all the tunnels have been blessed so everyone can visit.
As I made my way down into the tunnels, I went through several passages that were dimly lit with water slowly dripping down the walls around me. The floors were slightly damp, and the air was stale. These tunnels were interesting and adventurous. They really allowed me see how the folklore of Paris- such as the Phantom of the Opera living under the city- can be so fathomable. Upon arriving to the section with the bones, I discovered that of the 200 miles that the catacombs stretch, only 1.1 miles of it contain bones. There are over 6 million bodies packed into 1 mile of passages. As you enter through the arch with the sign that reads, “Stop! This is the empire of the dead,” you immediately, on both sides, see walls of femur bones and skulls packed up onto each other, coming up to your head level. As I walked through them, I couldn’t help but feel how eerily still everything was around me. I noticed that most of the skulls did not have jaws. I noticed how packed together all the bones were, and I noticed the strange arrangements in which they were placed. Somehow, it was eerily beautiful. As you went deeper down, you would notice that headstones and monuments from the old cemetery were placed in there with the bones filling in the space around them. The bones were stacked on each other one small piece at a time. There were walls where the skulls were laid into cross designs, hearts, and other strange patterns. As we reached the end of the ossuary, there was a large round column made of bones, as well. The further you went through the passageways, the more you begin to question the taste level of the man who did this, treating the dead like art. It was beautiful, but it was definitely strange. As I had said, many had questioned the taste level of the design, and you’d have to be crazy to not start doubting that just slightly.
There was a cool breeze in the naturally still air as I reached the end of the catacombs. Upon arising back up another 5-story spiral staircase, I couldn’t help but stay in awe of what I had seen. I emerged on the streets of Paris directly above everything, and it was so lively. How surreal it was to know that there was a stagnant, cool system of tunnels stretching completely under the city, and the lively, loud city above it contrasted with that world entirely.
If you are ever in Paris, I really encourage you to check it out! It was something that I will never forget.
While looking through old documents on my computer, I stumbled upon a letter I had written for class upon traveling abroad to Belgrade, Serbia and Herefordshire, England. Upon re-reading this so many years after the event, I found this to be a pretty remarkable piece that addressed our process and lives as we found ourselves living and studying theatre over in Europe. I thought it would be fun to post, seeing as how I’m going back to Europe for the first time since this event in two weeks. I hope you enjoy!
Study Abroad-Serbia and England
June 15, 2009
Thank you so much for giving me this wonderful opportunity. In so many different ways this has been life-changing. It completely affected my work and my life. From the streets of Belgrade to the fields of Kinnersely, I wouldn’t have changed a single moment of this incredible journey for the world!
I have to say, when we first started driving in that bus from the airport to our apartments in New Belgrade, I realized how different this experience would be. I was absolutely shocked to see how similar but how different life there was. I couldn’t believe that there was graffiti all over everything, and I was astounded that there were still buildings, such as the Chinese Embassy that Marita showed us, that were in ruins from the bombing. It took me a while to adjust to the fact that we had no air conditioning or hot water where I was staying and that mosquitos would randomly swarm in the living room. I realized how lucky we had it at home. After a while, though, I was completely used to it, and none of those factors even phased me at all. It was a nice change to who I was to really accept that and learn to live like that. So, needless to say, in Belgrade, I learned about my work and my life.
I realized how strong I could be. I was able to push myself past physical limits that I didn’t know I could cross, and it felt fantastic. The first time we did Chi-gong, I thought that I was going to fall over. My muscles started shaking. It really felt like such an accomplishment to hang in there until the end and to realize that it wasn’t even hard to do it by the end of our trip. It was just an everyday thing. Along with this physical achievement, the Dah showed me how important movement is in acting and gave me training that would apply to my work. I took musical theatre, so I don’t have as much movement training as I should. I feel that Dijana’s training on moving separate parts of your body at different times plus the drum training plus three step all really helped me get into my body. They put us through those training exercises on a daily basis, so it’s now an impulse of mine to turn my eyes before my head or my head before my body. More importantly, though, I learned that it is so beautiful to combine different forms of art to make a show through watching the Dah’s shows.Their shows have dancing, singing, acting, and actual art in them, and they are the most powerful things that I have ever seen in my life. In fact, they are so unbelievable! The Story of Tea literally left me breathless. After The Story of Tea, I sat in the audience with my tea cup filled with emotions that I couldn’t even describe. It was baffling. I realized after a long time of sorting out my thoughts that: I sing. I dance. I paint and sculpt. I act. Why haven’t I ever combined those talents? They’re all art forms. Combining different forms of art into one masterpiece creates beautiful finished products. I mean, when we were left observing that “sculpture-like” set left behind from The Story of Tea, we had to just sit there to soak it in. There were literally twenty people that just sat in there with me for about ten to fifteen minutes after the show had ended just staring at the set or the candle in their hands. That’s fabulous. That’s art that changes lives…makes change. I hope I am being clear. To make sure I am… to sum this up, theatre and art don’t need limits. Once you’ve trained yourself, you should be as creatively free as you possibly can be. That’s the Dah. They are the most creatively free and limitless group of people I’ve ever met. The more free you are, the less limits you have. The less limits you have, the better the outcome or final performance winds up. This was a life-changing epiphany for me, and I’m so glad that I experienced it.
Along with my work, I found that living in Serbia taught me a true sense of widespread independence and responsibility. Now don’t get me wrong- I was responsible before, but there were days in Serbia where I would be off in the city by myself. I had to know what time it was, what time I needed to be at a show and which bus to take to get there, and how to get home. I was on my own in a foreign country taking care of myself, and that really brings forth a trust in myself that I didn’t have. Originally, I allotted a lot of time for each place I had to be at because I’m overly cautious, and I didn’t really trust myself to get and find everywhere I needed to be at. I divided my time up because I didn’t really trust myself to get to places on time. After a while, though, I could enjoy myself and let it go and just know that I knew exactly where I was going….and I would be on time! I can trust myself to get where I need to be at appropriate times. That trust was something I needed because I am very paranoid, and I tend to be overly cautious and not really trust myself. It was very nice to find that trust.
England seemed like another completely separate trip to me. It was like another world on the opposite end of the spectrum from Serbia. Where Serbia came across as an epitome of strength and energy all the time, England was like a deep meditation. I was very connected to the Earth in England. I enjoyed just sitting out in the lawn or on the hammock and drinking tea. It was the perfect topper to the Serbian lifestyle because it calmed me down from the city’s crazy pace and relaxed me. I was the most relaxed I’d ever been in the three hour breaks we had the first few days where I was able to just sit outside with everyone in the sun in the castle yard. Tony and Cooper played music, and we all laid out towels and sat or laid in the grass. I was able to just be without having to worry about anything. As I sat in the yard and wandered the castle and traveled to Stratford I felt a deep-seated sense of connection to history for the first time. We were somewhere that’s been around since the 1100s! It’s 900 years old! I could just imagine and almost feel all of the people who had lived or walked on that land before me. Stratford was a great example of this. When I was in Stratford, I really felt connected to the people who had walked there hundreds of years before me in Shakespeare’s time. It was unbelievable. I had such a fun time. I mean, being at Shakespeare’s birthplace and grave connected me with that sense of history, as well. His grave actually really impacted me. I can’t explain how, but I felt so happy in that chapel. I loved all of the beautiful shading on the art in the stained-glass windows, and the sculptures on the walls of the chapel where the grave was were absolutely beautiful. It was so beautiful and enjoyable. I just didn’t want to leave the grave. Actually right after the grave, we went to the Hall House where the tour guide liked us enough to talk to us about the history of the house for a good twenty minutes (and he let us sit on the “Bench of Repentance” too, hah.) He told us a lot of stories that really put us in the history of the house. For instance, he described the events of the painting that was on the wall of the house. It wasn’t in relation to the Halls, but it was crazy that such an in-depth story could be taken from just an image.
Because of this great imagery of the past, it was definitely the perfect environment to connect to our imaginations and do archetypes. I really appreciated archetypes (probably because I have such an overactive imagination). I found myself really experiencing these journeys we went through, and I felt those characters living inside of me. Each one was obviously different. The lover was the one that was the most vivid to me. All of the bright colors and scents really put me into the story. I could feel the grass at my feet, and I could see the sun setting in front of my eyes. I was really there, and that was a fabulous feeling. I was actually very surprised, too, that I found myself going off a little bit on the journeys accidentally. I would just wind up doing something that I did not expect and surprising myself every time. For instance, when we took the spiritual leader journey, once I was given the begging bowl the first time, I could not get myself to beg. I was just walking the streets watching those who used to be my people. Once I found the little child and had nothing to offer her, I began to beg so she would have something to eat. It was really odd. I did not expect to stray away from everything like that. It just happened, but I thought that it was really neat that it did. After that happened, though, I wound up right back on track with the story of the journey. It was a great experience, and I feel that it really showed me some about myself, too.
The application process we learned, too, will be extremely beneficial to my work. I can’t believe that there were so many ways to apply the archetype work, but they were all so helpful. The song I wound up applying everything to was Another Suitcase in Another Hall from Evita. I had worked on it in Musical Theatre class, but it wasn’t quite how I wanted it to be. By applying archetypes to what I had, it brought it where it should be. I found that it gives an actor those little magical moments of flavor in your work that makes it fantastic. For instance, my song was done mostly as a child. At times she was trying to be a lover because she was trying to make herself older and more experienced than she was. I found that putting hints of Lucifer in there really gave it a human reality and made it more interesting. It showed that she was mad and not completely innocent to what was going on, and that made the song so much more interesting than it was originally.
The other little silly thing that I was learning to deal with was my fear of planes. We took four plane rides, and two of them were ridiculously long. I can’t say I’m completely better, but I am getting used to riding on planes, and I’m not fearing for my life on them anymore. When we went up the first time on the plane in the beginning of our trip, I didn’t breathe all of takeoff. I held my breath and did not breathe again until we were up in the air. I almost cried when we hit turbulence then, too. However, once we made it to the last plane ride, I was okay with the whole ride. I was a little uncomfortable, but I’m getting better.
I was very sad to leave our trip, because it was like a fun, different life in Europe. It was an experience I will never forget, and I wish that it didn’t have to end; however, I did need to get back to my life. It was such a weird adjustment coming back. I feel as if I came back to the states as a completely different person. My craft has evolved and become stronger and richer. I feel more mature and more aware of things (and the world) around me. I needed this experience for my craft. It shaped me and got me ready for a new chapter in my life. I cannot completely express what I felt and learned and experienced in words, but this is a start. I feel as if I have learned so much, but I will continue to realize and learn more and more about the trip by looking back on it in the future. Thank you so much for everything, again. I am different in much better ways after this great trip. I will always remember it, and I really hope that we can go back again next year like we were talking about!