Nasson College - Nugget Yearbook (Springvale, ME)

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study abroad vienna 68 new york . . . 32 students, luggage, skiis, laughter, good-byes. a late start . . . 14 anxious, noisy and sleepless hours over the atlantic. our snowy five a.m. stop in iceland. then luxembourg and our first impressions of europe. beers, bars, bunks, and a long uphill walk. nasson's third vienna group is now in europe. twenty hours to vienna. who's missing luggage-find the striped ribbons. mr. strauch. koblenz. eating, drinking, and making merry. exhaustion from cramped quarters. european trains are great. meeting new people . . . seven a.m.-westbahnhof, vienna, austria. then the taxi race to our new home, the hotel sitler. room assignments, two semmels and a day in bed . . . mrs. dudley and orientation week. lots of notes . krugels, viertels, and the kegelbahn . . . now settled, we adjusted to our new environment of mr. strauch, humanities, and the hotel sitler. our first mail from home. but are we homesick? . . . eine tafel schokolade. strassenbahn 52. frau finney and the jukebox in the bar. our first concert-the vienna philharmonic and standing up. exploring the city . . . the wine, the language, and tabak-trafiks. and the konditoreis. the post-office . . . the group's first motorcycle . . . don carlos -fin the staatsoper- impressive, yet . . . vienna's kellers: the urbani, the twelve apostles. excitement and the days after . . seven a.m.'s semmels again? what's today? no. today's wednesday-eggs! humanities-art, literature, and . . . right at our fingertips. 9:30. mail . . . german- konnen sie deutsch? we studied, we partied. we laughed and so did we weary schonbrunn. country elliot the spontaneous party. costumes. our first gala affair . . . mariah- ilfestrasse and herzmansky's. shopping-especially for orange capes . . . lederhosen and dirndls . . . kunsthistorisches. friday night rations. strassenbahn tickets, a necessity for mobility . . . ski rentals and parkas. our early departure for a week of rest. the austrian alps. salzburg, innsbruck, and alas, 31 students in trins! 144

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to see and hear the emotionalism in one's speech concerning the arab-israeli conflict was something i'd never experienced until this summer. however, for all their similarities and common ideas with the middle east, the moroccans considered themselves north africans. morocco is a country of contrasts, it is a country in complete diffusion between the past and present, the traditional and modern, the maintenance of the status quo and progress, and the old and new. it was not uncommon to see a horse and cart standing in front of a modern apartment house or walking down the main streets of rabat. it was, likewise, quite ordinary to see a young moroccan couple dressed in western clothing followed by another couple dressed in the traditional native garb of caftan and djellebah. another contrast more apparant to me was the difference between the last two generations. where as my mother and father were ex- tremely nationalistic in a traditional sense, my brothers and sisters were nationalistic in a more progressive sense. my peers spoke a fluent french and admired europe and the french while i always got the felling that my parents distrusted the continent and refused to speak what little french they knew. the differences in cultures was something i can accept and, in fact, enjoy. at mealtime the entire family would sit on cushions around a circular table eating from one large common dish of vegetables and very little meat. shortly after eating, we would be served mint tea by our two young servant girls. many evenings someone would get the drums, and we would commence the native songs, during which time i would have to give my version of the moroccan belly dance. the moroccans were extremely fun-loving and seldom took themselves or anyone else seriously for very long. i tried several times to develop a serious political or economical conversation only to be asked if i did not want to rest or play cards. yes, this was my summer's experiment in morocco. it was one vacation of contrasts and friendships which i hope will never cease. i was once told that of all the european and north african countries one could visit, morocco is the most interesting. and after my experi- ence there, i, too, would wholeheartedly agree with this statement. barry b. lewis experimenter 1968 to morocco 143

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hey! where's rick? the hotel zita, up the hill a way. the miserable food, warm milk, straight from the cow. one main street ski? where? steinach a bus to munich. where's the hotel? shades of gray . . . one night out and one locked in . . . the hofbrauhaus. of course, everyone has to have a mug! use your coat. and, yeah, the blow-up! sightseeing, a la dudley an intentional delay-departure. a long ride home . . . mailagain. back with the old gang. berta and wolfgang someone's late nights out or shall we say, nocturnal strolls? . . . and studying again. art slides. who am i? nike of samothrace? exams. cultural notebooks, mit ansichtkarten . . . the group witnesses a happy reunion . . . heiligenkreuz and the wienerwald. prater and the go-carts. round and round we go . . . our lovers of horses visit the spanish riding school. spring is coming-more motorcyles . . . but the clutch slipped . . . and we have it all on film-moving even . . . sunbaths, bikinis, and beerfights. nasson's yul bryner . . . we're tired . . . 6:30 a.m. vacation again. the bus and smoke and alice's restaurant . . . theodoric's tomb- but it's only fifthy miles out of the way .. . those winding italian alps . . . mestra and our hassle over rooms. venice, rain, and pigeons. canals, gondolas, and the frari church. our students bargain in the open market our man with the maps we're off to florence. where did those two american girls come from? the bell tower and the dome. the fabulous open market and of course, the david . . . the purchase of switchblades . . . easter in venice and then another long ride home . . . cultural visits, unanimously enjoyed. late hour telephone calls, broken sinks, and teddy bears let's ask mother the laundry room. more studying. friends from the bar. lasting friendships . . . love is blue, barbara ann, words .. . a hectic last month. do we really want to leave? more exams. tension. slamming doors. quick letters home. money? presents our famous groschen hunt. toga parties, exposures, and bass fiddles. flash. we're outa here! says mr. baggy pants . . . we do up the town. may day parade and the rathaus. vienna, we're leaving. chatanooga choo choo. an american and her guitar . . . the gardens of schonbrunn. memorable reflections. we pack, we laugh, we cry and say Haufwiedersehen, wien! 145