After close
to thirty hours of travel, Trice McCullar and I stepped onto the tarmac of the
fairly tiny airport in Hawkes Bay, New Zealand. The airport was only a mile or
so from the coast, and the brief flight from Auckland had us taking pictures
out the window the whole time.
The view from the
small New Zealand Air jet’s window
After
hosting James Weeks for a month when he came to MBA on exchange, we had become
good friends. He introduced me to his family who were all welcoming. A few days
after my arrival, Titouan Alliod arrived from France. James’ younger brother,
George, was hosting him as a French student learning English. Dinner was
homemade by Mrs. Weeks almost every night, which was always a great time due to
Titouan’s heavy accent. He learned words all the time and seemed to find
everything American hilarious. The other great household events were rugby
games, during which the whole family was required to sit on the couches
adjacent to the wood burning stove (constantly watched over by George).
Everybody takes rugby very seriously in New Zealand, and they are always deeply
taken aback by the notion that American Football is an equally revered game.
Its seemed like many of my new mates frowned upon our “wearing pads.” The whole
family would stand up and scream at the TV for the New Zealand All Blacks as
well as for England, since the whole family moved from England to grow grapes
for wine and take on a hundred or so sheep.
The Weeks’
vineyard.
Attending
Lindisfarne was always a blast. Quick thanks to Charlie, Craig, Willy, Dougal, Geordie,
Jamie and Danyon for making us feel so welcome. The first major difference from
MBA was the uniform. Depending on the day of the week, you either wore a red
blazer or a blue sweater over the white shirt and tie. Gray wool slacks and
black dress shoes were also mandatory.
Our classes included Spanish, Media Studies, Classics, and Art/Design. The block schedule confused me the whole time but seemed to work very well for everyone else. For me, the most enjoyable parts of attending Lindisfarne were meeting new people every day and learning to play rugby after class.
The final week was a school
holiday, and I spent it fishing in and around Lake Taupo, which was formed by a
massive volcanic eruption. It is the largest lake in the country, and helped me
to understand how pristine the environment of New Zealand really is. The water
is so clear that you can see the bottom at a depth of nearly 30 feet. The
streams that feed into the lake are equally clear, and hold some of the largest
trout in the world.
Thank you so much to Mr. Gioia, the
Warner Family, and Lindisfarne College for making my exchange possible. Also
would like to thank the Weeks family and the McCleay family for their
hospitality. This trip was an invaluable experience for me, and the program’s
ability to send so many students around the world really is one of a kind.
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