• Shyleen Frost
  • Shyleen Frost

Study Abroad

A 135-day adventure by Shyleen Read more
  • Trip start
    January 28, 2015
  • Hull

    January 29, 2015 in England ⋅ ⛅ 34 °F

    I'm here! What a day. They collected me in a group from the airport and the four of us got to know each other over the next few hours and then when they handed out keys one of them was my roommate! Yeah! Together we found some food and toilet paper. Today is orientation and stuff, it was dark when we got to Hull so I'm excited to see it during the day.Read more

  • Exploring Hull

    January 31, 2015 in England ⋅ ⛅ 37 °F

    A German, an American and a Frenchman walk into a pub.....

    and eat some lunch. sounds like the beginnings of a good joke but this is pretty much my daily life so far. I'll let you know when I come up with a good punchline.

    Went exploring Hull with some of my flatmates, including lunch at the 'smallest pub room in Britain'.
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  • Hull

    February 13, 2015 in England ⋅ ⛅ 41 °F

    This was a general chapter on the cell cycle for microbiology and histopathology. I just died when I saw this because all the other questions are super serious. (Also proof that I did do some school work!)Read more

  • Notre Dame

    March 14, 2015 in France ⋅ ⛅ 45 °F

    We also saw Notre Dame and celebrated pie day! We also went out to drink at a PACKED bar but the people there were really nice and we got to speak some French.

  • More Rugby (and a quote from my studies)

    March 18, 2015 in England ⋅ 🌫 43 °F

    During one's life time how many people one encounters! You speak to them, you laugh a little, you share a glass of beer, you sing. But once the man is laid to rest beneath the cross, the end, he no longer exists. He is laid to rest and he is silent. He is silent. And if we hear someone respond, it is not from the bottom of the grave, we are simply dreaming. Sometimes someone comes to talk to us. Or to stroll around here and there. Or sometimes he stays seated. As if he weren't dead. Or he takes up a cart, even begins some kind of work. Just like a living man. Like a true living man, not like a dead man. Why - one can never know, but in the dream you never see a dead man in his grave, not even in the casket where he is laid during the funeral service. In our dreams the dead walk, they are seated in front of a pushcart, gesture to you with their hands. Just like the real living. Perhaps this is why the Lord gave dreams to man, so that he might see, as if they were truly living, those who no longer, but whom he would truly like to see again

    -Juozas Baltusis
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  • The Isle of Magic

    March 25, 2015 in Scotland ⋅ ☀️ 45 °F

    Portree and the Isle of Skye is magical. Seriously. The trip here was so cool. I had hummus and fish and chips for the first time ever. Sad that we only have a few days here and afterward most of us are splitting into smaller groups. I'm headed to the 'continent' solo. We'll see how that turns out.Read more

  • Buchanan Bus Station

    March 28, 2015 in Scotland ⋅ 🌧 46 °F

    Ugh took the wrong bus ended up across town with less than 30 minutes to make it back AND on the bus. Guess who is sitting on the top of a double-decker to London?! This gal! With 7 minutes to spare.

  • Crazy Bus Rides

    March 29, 2015 in Belgium ⋅ 🌧 48 °F

    That moment when your bus drives onto a train... ! This is not like my first experience across the channel! Onto Brussels and then onto Cologne!

  • Köln

    March 30, 2015 in Germany ⋅ ⛅ 43 °F

    The crazy bus ride was worth it. Cologne is stunning. I had such a good time! I woke up and found a Dunkin, had an awesome day exploring, and then met up with a few people in the hostel who convinced me to go with them to take pictures of the bridge at night. Worth it!Read more

  • Dennis

    March 31, 2015 in Germany ⋅ 🌬 55 °F

    It was four years ago today that I arrived in Germany. Although I looked OK on the outside- inside I felt scared, hurt, and a bit excited. I was also full of regret and an incomprehensible amount of sorrow. Just two days prior I had been speaking to my son's father about life goals and our dreams. He had been trying to convince me to go on vacation with him. He promised he would be the one to help fulfill my dream of traveling internationally. And then there I stood two days later on foreign soil in a country whose language I didn't speak after an absurd plane ride. I had no knowledge of how to deal with customs or how to ask where the bathroom was. The only things I knew was that I had to find the USO and that they were going to bring me to the man I had spent most of my life to that point loving to watch him die. And above all else, I knew that although I wanted to cry and throw myself on the floor I had to hold it together. The pressure squeezing my hand coming from my hazel eyed five year old was a constant reminder. I had to be calm and I had to show things were OK. He was watching my every move and there would be time later to fall apart. The days following changed my life forever. They changed me forever.

    I couldn't think of a better way to remember the dead or show I'm alive than starting another adventure here. Today, four years later I find myself back in Germany this time filled with happiness and determination. I wanted to start here so I could give myself another chance to see this beautiful country in better times under better circumstances. I'm here to remember the past, to appreciate that last promise that came true, even if it didn't come the way I wanted. I'm also here to move into the future, so today I am starting a new adventure. Every time I see a rainbow I feel him looking down on me but I also remember you can't have the rainbows without the rain. It may rain often and hard but it only serves to let one appreciate the sun more than ever.
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