We arrived in the beautiful port town of Dubrovnik, Croatia on September 29th. Though I was still a bit sad over losing Istanbul, the second I saw the gleaming white marble and blazing red roofs, I knew I was going to have a great time discovering a place I knew so little about.
Dubrovnik is a walled city in the southern bart of Croatia (which is split in two parts by a tiny stretch of Bosnia and Herzegovina). In ancient times it was a prosperous trading center that rivaled Venice, and even today that wealth is apparent. The inner parts of “Old Town” are mainly all white stone. Walking down the shiny main street you feel as if inside a giant church. Of course nowadays the town is a hub for tourists, especially since “Game of Thrones” films there and there are a multitude of tours that take you to the locations.
The next day I went to Orvieto which is a small city with an amazing network of man-made caves under almost every home. They were used for business, wether it was wine storage or olive oil production of all of the above. There also was a large cathedral that was being renovated.
… and how to create a terrible bonding experience.
For whatever reason, our first two days at sea, traveling from Southampton to Civitavecchia were some of the rockiest seas almost everyone had ever felt. Even the crew said it was rare and bad… especially when you have 500 poor should trying to live on a boat for the first time. Well, many a barf bag and seasickness pill were used. our maritime “orientation” was basically a miserable experience for everyone involved. Even as excited as we were, all our faces stayed in that slightly disgusted/exhausted frown for the better part of two days. My roommate was smart and surrendered early on, basically sleeping through the whole thing. I attempted to withstand the nausea and actually attended every single orientation event (cue applause), yet I slept through most of them in my heavy for of whatever pills they were handing out like skittles at the infirmary.
And then, on the third magical day, the day classes actually began, the motion of the ocean came to a a calm sway. I attended my classes and held down my food. Hooray! It was like shock therapy, because we the community bonded pretty quickly.
My professors are amazing. The classes I’m taking:
-Gender and Sexuality in Literature
-The Anthropology of Language
The day after they were able to re-open the upper decks, and as we passed the Straight of Gibraltar I stood on the deck with everyone else as Spain and Morocco were simultaneously visible on either side of us. These crossings are, to me, as exciting as the ports themselves. After all, you can fly to Istanbul any day, but you cannot just drop into the middle of the sea.
Also, this ship is nice. Almost too nice for a bunch of heathens like us. Honestly this ship could be a floating Bursley and I’d be happy, but instead we get a beautiful vessel where every inch is decorated. She was actually the set of the German TV version of “The Loveboat”!
The day has come. We christened the ship with a new name for its new life as a floating school. The ceremony consisted of swinging a bottle of Champagne against the side and it was exhilarating! Her name has been changed from the Deuschland to the MV World Odyssey, and we are so grateful to have such a beautiful and safe ship. I kissed my Aunt and Uncle goodbye at the terminal and headed to my new home!
Embarkation took a long time, but once we were all on board the reality of the journey seemed to materialize. I met my wonderful roommate and before I could start unpacking, the ship sailed off into the sunset.
This is going to be an incredible journey for me and I am so grateful to my family and friends for encouraging my adventurous spirit.
Labor day weekend went by too fast and tonight I am waving goodbye to the States until Dec. 21st. On suggestion of my father, my mother and I spent 4 days in New York as a prolonged good-bye. We saw a bunch of brilliant shows and started looking toward the future. Only two short years until I live here! Only two long years until I live here! It was intensely re-affirming, at least, that this is what I want to be doing. I want to create theatre.
Until December, I’m ready to have nothing to have nothing to do with theatre at all!
I was born into a show-biz family, and I’m thrilled to take a step back from it for a bit.
FUN HOME- intimate, heartfelt, simple.
SOMETHING ROTTEN- hilarious, smart, jolly.
HAMILTON- classic, brilliant, needed.
AN AMERICAN IN PARIS-gorgeous, delightful, lovely.
THE KING AND I- breathtaking, fresh, Kelli.
Hello world- here I come!
I was born in Mexico City. After that it’s all a blur… but at some point I lived in L.A., Miami, and Austin. Now I’m studying Musical Theatre at the University of Michigan.
I love making people laugh and think, mainly because I love to laugh and think. It reassures me of my humanity or something.