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Otter Abroad

An Otter in Paris: Part Deux

Adam Dikeman

 

Following Lyon and the celebrations of the New Year, Marseille greeted me, the lowly Otter, with its typical electric lime-green facades around the train station, Gare de Marseille Saint-Charles. The color, along with other vibrant pastels, can be found all around Marseille due to its North/West African population. Marseille is on the southeast coast of France, so it is one of the most common destinations for African immigrants, especially from Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, and Libya. That means that Marseille has recently experienced a slight bump in immigration population, due to the uprisings of the Arab Spring.

An Otter in France

Adam Dikeman

 

The boulevards of Lyon, France sparkle with a hazy mist as revelers in the street scream toasts above the Rhone River. I, a lowly Otter from California State University, Monterey Bay (CSUMB), gaze into the water as the clock strikes midnight and the faces in the crowds begin to converge; in fact, kissing breaks out like the plague (in a city of the plague nonetheless) while I consider how back in Monterey, my home, festivities will begin in nine hours.

Otter Abroad: The Luck of the Irish, Part II

Sarah Carroll

After two long days in Galway me and the girls hopped on a bus and set off for Dublin. Dublin was, for lack of a better term, so cool!

Otter Abroad: The Luck of the Irish, Part I

Sarah Carroll

I have seen it in pictures and awed at it in movies but nothing compares to the real thing. My weekend spent in Ireland was one of the craziest of my life! The grass is greener, the beer is better and the accents are way hotter than you could ever imagine! Accompanying the main crew (me, Kate B, Kate R, Jess and Lena) were Lena’s good friend Whitney and Kate R’s friend Shelley.

Otter Abroad: Home Away From Home

Sarah Carroll

Approximately 5370 miles from San Francisco is a small suburb of southwest London called Kingston upon Thames (pronounced Tems). My time spent in Kingston/London was unlike anything I had ever experienced and I could not have enjoyed the days more. With the help of five other American girls, this foreign city quickly became my home away from home.  Before we knew it, taking busses seemed normal, clarifying that your credit card was a “swipe-card” became habit and Saturday nights at the Tun grew to be a weekly ritual.

Otter Abroad: A Royal Affair Part II

Sarah Carroll

It was a magical morning at Westminster Abbey, love was in the air and so were countless Union Jacks waving in the wind. Over one million people lined the streets of central London on April 29, 2011 to watch one common girl marry her prince.

Otter Abroad: A Royal Affair Part I

Sarah Carroll

It was a magical morning at Westminster Abbey, love was in the air and so were countless Union Jacks waving in the wind. Over one million people lined the streets of central London on April 29, 2011 to watch one common girl marry her prince.

Otter Abroad: A Roman Holiday

Sarah Carroll

“Escusi? ATM?” we asked in our broken, Pidgin Italian to an Italian woman sitting behind the information desk at the small Roman airport. 

Otter Abroad: International Encounters

Sarah Carroll

This greeting woke me from my uncomfortable airplane slumber leaving me an excited belly full of butterflies. “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Heathrow International Airport.”