Sorry that I’ve been so silent since my last update, but I’ve had a lot going on. For starters, since returning home, I have not had my camera, cord, computer, and internet all available at the same place at the same time, so I hadn’t been able to transfer my photos from after Hamburg. I will fix this is in this post. Promise. Second, I have been very busy this semester with my internship at the Milwaukee Public Museum, which just finished this previous Wednesday. I will go more into details on what I did during the internship in my next post, which I 100%, cross my heart and hope to die, pinky swear promise to provide (this gives me reason to update this again). Third, I want to apologize for not ever putting up that poem that I alluded to way back when I first left Egypt. To explain, I started writing it when I had just left; upset, angry, and disappointed that I had to leave Egypt. However, I quickly grew to love Istanbul and my Erasmus friends, so I never finished it. My anger drove the creativity, so when it dissipated to acceptance, understanding, and resolve, I abandoned it. Therefore, there will not be any poem of the likes of that. Sorry to break that news to you, though admittedly I’m certain you’d figured that out yourself.
One last thing before I inundate you with photos from the last leg of my trip: This blog was supposed to be only for study abroad, and so by its current definition would be dead after this last post. You already know, however, that there is at least one last post after this, but I have decided on something different.I am adjusting this blog to follow me as I continue my academic career: through the end of undergrad at Beloit, to graduate school elsewhere, and who knows how far into the future? It may not last; I may decide to forgo it entirely, but for now I’m going to go with Napoleon’s battle plan, and pray for a different outcome than Waterloo.
Now, here are the last of my photos! It’s a shame that I was unable to make it more than an hour outside of Reykjavik, but the views were spectacular all the same. The artwork of Thingvallir National Park was on exhibit at a museum in Hveragerði, a small village outside of Reykjavik, near the park. The images come from various artists, and the latter pictures are interpretations of earlier iconic work. Specifically, the painting shown on the TV is the most famous depiction of the Gorge (The Milk of Thingvallir), which was then referred to in a later political work (The (Sour) Milk of Thingvallir), and still later in the form of a 3D sculpture. I already have ideas for returning some day, but for now, just enjoy the beauty!