Thursday, September 13, 2012

Weekend Excursion: Szentendre-Visegrád-Esztergom


Sziastok!

Time flies by so quickly!  I can’t believe that I’ve already just completed my first exam.  As such, I think it is finally update time regarding the latest events…

This past weekend me and the rest of the BSCS gang went on an excursion with a few of our program staff—our suave program headmaster and history of philosophy professor (Gabor), the quiet BSCS secretary (Andrea), and finally our quite beautiful Hungarian coordinator and student herself (Luca…pronounced “Lutsa”).  Since Luca seems to also be our informal tour guide to Hungary she often invites her Hungarian friends to these little outings to help “baby-sit” us as one of them put it.  It seems all her friends happen to be pretty pretty as well as the same age as a few of us.  Anyways, this past weekend I believe it was her friend, Vivi, that happened to go along with us.

The trip began early Saturday morning in which we all hopped onto a bus to head towards Skanzen—an open air museum that functioned more like a park that preserved what life was like from the end of the 18th to the beginning of the 20th century in Hungary.  Though it seemed like a regular “touristy” type of place to go, it was still rather beautiful to not only explore, but to experience part of the vernacular architecture at that time as well as immerse oneself in the traditional village lifestyle of barns, kitchen gardens, and popular activities/food. 

The place featured “station” like rotations that one could visit, including everything from Northern Hungarian Villages, Market Towns in the Great Hungarian Plains, and Western-Transdubia.  In total, I believe the “museum” covered 60 hectares with 312 different buildings.

Me in front of a Windmill at Skazen


 On this little visit I happened to chill with the main group and then split off with two other members, Annette and Reid.  I decided these people would be best to hang out with at the time since I sensed that Reid was one of those awkward, quirky people I would enjoy hanging out with while Annette seemed to be the quiet, analytical, sarcastic type of person—quite a winning combination!

Anyways, as we were heading down this one path out from the woods, a harmonious mixture of laughter, music, and people’s voices soon filled my ears.  As my sight clued me in on what my ears had notified me of earlier, I saw that there were a bunch of people singing and dancing in traditional clothes.  I really wanted to take a picture of the “weird people” so I enthusiastically headed down there.  I was soon followed by Annette and Reid. 

The moment we arrived to check out the commotion we were soon greeted and handed these glasses of wine.  Actually it was more like these people were forcing us to drink this wine, so out of politeness we all conceded (a great philosophy by the way). They also “wanted” us to try these grapes along with the wine so we accepted them as well.  The grapes were rather tasty, while the wine was okay (I’m not really a fan of alcohol after taking Neuropharmacology). 

Me, Random Guy, Annette, Reid

Rather quickly we were then shuffled into the group of traditionally dressed people singing and dancing to an old guy’s voice with clarinet accompaniment.  With a feeling of excitement laced with hesitancy I soon lost my sense of the “cautious, removed observer” mindset that I often possess and got into the flow of childish laughter and joyous revelry.  The dancing was quite fun though rather difficult at times as my innate-pattern processing mental faculties were desperately trying to integrate the rhythm, timing, and the dance moves of my quite numerous nymph-like partners. 

About To Join In On Traditional Folk Dancing


Nevertheless, I think I held my own quite well as my high school band camp drills of subdividing counts as well as my few lessons in ballroom dancing were brought to the forefront of my cerebellum tuned motor skills.  I even happened to improvise and insert certain twirls into my partners’ moves to make things a little bit more fanciful.  However, this perceived grandeur might have all been contrived as I was pretty sure a few of my young partners were laughing at me since whenever they would speak Hungarian to correct my steps I could only respond with, “Nem értem”, which means “I don’t understand”…and if I were a little girl, I would giggle if someone responded with that phrase as well.

After this little stop we all headed back on the bus towards our official first destination, Szentendre (The “Sz” combination is like our regular “S” sound).  Szentendre is a small town that borders the river near the main capital I am currently staying at (Budapest).  It possesses a heavy Serbian influence as portrayed by the church buildings.  I would characterize it by its narrow cobblestone pathways as well as its numerous mini art galleries. 



Narrow Alley in Szentendre

It was here that Luca treated us all to a piece of cake at a traditional Szamos Confectionary.  I decided to try this plum cake with a semi-spherical half of a plum embedded into the middle of the triangular slice.  After munching down and fulfilling our sugary cravings the next stop was to visit the Royal Palace of Visegrád.

Plum Cake!
On the Bank of the River Danube


Visegrád is situated way north of the country right on the bank of the bend of the great Danube River.  We ended up visiting the Royal Summer Palace of King Matthias Corvinus of Hungary.  According to a quick Wikipedia search, King Matthias was an early Renaissance ruler and as such was a patron of the arts & sciences and was greatly responsible for adopting the Renaissance ideals from Italy and introducing them to Hungary (the first time Renaissance style appeared outside of Italy).  Being an avid fanboy of all that is Renaissance, I greatly enjoyed this part.



The Cool Underground of  the Summer Royal Palace

The Royal Palace was pretty interesting and I was quite intrigued by the gorgeous architecture and geometry of the place.  It seems as if the beauty of certain shapes and the shadows they cast were formed in the mind’s eye of the people in charge of designing the place and were captured and integrated into reality rather faithfully.  Though it has since fallen into ruins by the Ottoman Turk siege in 1544, excavation and reconstruction are continuing on today.  It is here that I took many pictures of my lovely comrades.

Preston & Curtis Strolling Together Underneath the Grapevines

Ben Contemplating The Meaning of Life

Curtis, Lauren, & Andrea Leaning by the Central Fountain

Inner Sanctuary of the Summer Royal Palace
From here we then headed out to our much anticipated “camping” part of the trip, but as expected, our experience was much more pampered than that and we stayed the night in cabins in the woods instead.  As the sun was burning its artsy ember-like, deep red of sunset, a bunch of us decided to play some Frisbee in the meadows—in general a very carefree and blissful experience.  Some of us decided to play with the dog, while others frolicked between stalks of knee-high dried grass atop a sloping hill.

Frolicking in the Meadows

As the darkness settled in around us, we all migrated to a campfire where some of us sung rap songs, and others passed around various traditional Hungarian alcohols (Unicum tends to be very cinnamon like).  Those of the astute nature noticed the rather clear non-light polluted sky full of stars and bordered by the shadows of the tree line.  A few roasted sausages & vegetables on sticks, while others thought it was an appropriate time to intellectual spar about ideas found in Sociology versus Neuroscience.  Which camp do you think I found myself in?

The next day we all got up to begin our early morning trek up a pathway that meanders through the forest to the top of the large hill.  Here we found ourselves at Upper Visegrád Castle; a castle that sat upon a large hill overlooking the Danube.  I found this funny because “Visegrád” in Slavic origin means “upper castle”, so the name prescribed literally reads, “Upper Upper Castle Castle”. 


Upper Castle at Visegrád

Anyways, I found out that the place is laid out in a very peculiar triangular fashion with three main towers at its corners.  A quick Wikipedia search tells me it served as safekeeping of the Hungarian royal insignia between the 14th century and 1526.  Pretty cool.

Tower at Visegrád Castle

The view up here was quite the sight to behold and I often found individuals from our group just relaxing and staring out at the scenery below.  One was even found whistling an American national tune (he never knew I was observing him from behind) which I found quite funny though reminiscently inspiring of the country I come from.  The dichotomy between a capitalistic, “free” country (at least in origins) and that of one previously under communist rule was brought to conscious forefront and the irony of the situation of whistling a tune of freedom in a country that was of not was amusing & beautiful to me at the same time.

The View Down Beneath Visegrád Castle

We soon headed to our next destination of Esztergom to visit the…wait for it…Primatial Basilica of the Blessed Virgin Mary Assumed Into Heaven and Saint Adalbert.  It is here we find the seat of the Catholic Church in Hungary as well as the tallest building in Hungary and what I believe (and just checked!) to be the 18th biggest church in the world.

Primatial Basilica of the Blessed Virgin Mary Assumed Into Heaven and Saint Adalbert

Before going into and exploring the Church we were allowed to roam the city on our own, relax, and just enjoy the place at our own pace for the time being.  After heading out to find some food and admiring some pretty cool European motorcycles a few of us decided to climb up near some ruins, find a few benches underneath a tree, strip down in the rising heat, and take a nap.  Yeah, I said it right.  A few of us just took it off and decided to take what one of us has popularly dubbed, a “disco nap”.  One even climbed a tree to take a nap (my cool roommate).  I could only guess what Hungarian people thought of us Americans at the time.

Afterwards we went into the Basilica to explore and eventually climb up a series of tightly spiraled, shoulder width, stone stairways.  These stairs seems to go on forever and if you were counting the steps to verify the number proclaimed at the entrance (something I did) you would get quite sick rather easily.  It also doesn’t help to think of claustrophobic thoughts at the time as well.  

Don't Blink!  (for those of you who get the reference)

Andrea Inside the Basilica

The Beautiful Ceiling Inside the Basilica

Lauren Beneath the Spiral Steps

After a series of dizzying, trancelike stairs, we finally arrived at the very top of the basilica and the surrounding view was quite dreamlike.  Across the river you could easily view the neighboring country of Slovakia (a hint to the rather small size of Hungary).  Everywhere else, you could view the beautiful city of Esztergom.  One of my fellow BSCS student even remarked that she would have loved to take a zip-line from up here down to our initial place of departure…what an experience that would be.

On Top of the Basilica's Main Dome

After climbing down those darn stairs again, we made our way to the bank of the Danube in quite a rush as we didn’t want to miss our boat.  Yup!  We were taking a cruise on the Danube River back to Budapest.  Unfortunately, most of our ride consisted of riding in the confines of the boat, having to look out of the windows to experience the sights, but most of us took the opportunity to recharge out batteries and take a quick “disco nap” on the ride back.  Near the end of the ride though, a few of us decided to head out on the deck and enjoy the sight of our new home…Budapest.


Sleeping on the Boat Ride Back 

Danube River

The End of Our First Weekend Excursion

Anyways, I would like to conclude this piece by announcing my motto for this study abroad experience:

To best excel learning and a gain in knowledge, a proportional amount of feeling uncomfortable has to be experienced.  As such, I am committed to putting myself in uncomfortable situations.  I hope this is exemplified in the above post and to a much greater depth in my future posts as well. 

Viszontlátáshra!  <--- My favorite sounding Hungarian word so far as it has an “elvish”-like quality to it…

(I’ll also try my best to keep my posts shorter from now on…)


Friday, September 7, 2012

First Thoughts...


Sziastok!

That means “Hello!” in Hungarian…or at least the plural form of it as I hope my audience is greater than one.  This will be the first of hopefully a series of posts describing my current study abroad opportunity in Budapest, Hungary.  So let’s start at the beginning shall we?

Near winter quarter of my junior year I applied for this study abroad program in Budapest, Hungary that focused on interdisciplinary coursework in the Cognitive Sciences supplemented with an individual research-focused package.  According to the program description:


The Budapest Semester in Cognitive Sciences (BSCS) is an undergraduate study abroad program for students from the U.S. and other countries aimed at broadening their understanding of cognitive science from an interdisciplinary perspective.  Lecturers of the Program are distinguished experts with noteworthy international research and teaching experience...blah...blah...blah...


Basically I will be taking a variety of courses ranging anywhere from Philosophy of Mind, Cognitive Psychology, Linguistics, Computational Neuroscience, & Biophysics courses.  This is then complemented by Hungarian Language as well as Culture classes to enrich our experience for total of 14 classes total.  Topped off with a partnering up with research faculty, I will be allowed to investigate a particular area in the Cognitive Sciences that strikes my fancy.  So now let’s get to the actual trip…

In an attempt to maintain relative order in my writing I’ll number my thoughts starting from last Friday to this Friday. (Week 1 of the program)

1) It all began at LAX airport.  According to my plane ticket it would be a 22 hour flight total, with two layovers, one at JFK airport in New York, and the other in Warsaw, Poland.  I had some trouble near the beginning as I didn’t have a visa to get into Hungary (I didn’t need one) and I guess it looked quite suspicious that I bought a one-way ticket to Hungary (I didn’t know the exact date I would be back).  Apparently, people like coming into a country and staying there without government permission.  Who knew?  Sarcasm aside, it just took a little time and convincing on my part to be granted permission. 

I guess the flight went as flights usually go, but my first hint that language would be a great obstacle came up on LOT Polish airlines going from Poland to Hungary.  We were offered food during the flight, but since everyone spoke Hungarian the flight attendants catered to this trend.  I was under the impression that I might have to pay for some foods during the flight, but I also knew some of the meals were free.  The question was—were the words that were going to come out of the flight attendant’s mouth an offer of free food or an offer to buy something? 

In an attempt to minimize any clumsy, fumbling, ‘I don’t know have a remote clue to what you are even saying!?’ - type of interaction, I just ended up slipping my American passport onto my lap with the “United States” part faced upward in order to signify I only spoke English.  It worked.  I was now in Hungary safe, satiated, and pocket still filled with unspent, pre-ordered forints (their form of currency). 

2) I arrive in Hungary and briskly walk to the luggage pick-up knowing that my flight was late and the person sent to pick me up would be waiting for me with a sign holding up my name or the name of the program (a sight I’ve always wanted to experience being the recipient of).

Anyways, I wait for my luggage and after what seemed like forever, I began questioning whether it arrived at all.  I went to the “baggage-inquiry” section of the airport and asked the lady who spoke broken English.  She informed me that my luggage was lost somewhere in Poland right now, briefly handed me a few papers to sign, told me that I would have to wait ‘X’ amount of time, and smiled.  Ugh.  Totally not the way I wanted to start my experience. 

Before filling out the papers I went around asking people if I could borrow a cell phone so that I could call my contact, but apparently I looked pretty suspicious carrying a phone of my own and trying to get people to understand that I wanted them to call the number I was pointing at on my phone in my hand (I didn’t have Hungarian service).  Anyways, I called my contact and she assured me that a person would be waiting for me until I filled out my papers.  So I went to sign the papers and saw some words printed in English at the bottom in tiny script, “These papers do NOT serve as an acknowledgment of fault on our part.”  Jeez people, really? 

After signing the papers, I went outside to the pick-up section and realized there was nobody ready to pick me up.  I called my contact and she said the person left since I was taking too long.  Strike #2 against this experience so far.  However, knowing that you can achieve way more in life with a smile branded upon your face I stuck it through.  It took some time, but I finally arrived at the dorms I was staying at with just my carry-on backpack. 

3) Arriving at the dorms was an impressive sight (though it was quite dark and I was really biased towards wanting to view things in a positive light).  The place I was staying at really possessed that awesome castle-like, antique vibe to it near the entrance.  So I get to my room on the 3rd floor after helping carry someone else’s heavy luggage up for them in a polite, though secretly bitter act.  I then realize that I am locked out of my room until my roommate either answers the door or shows up since after some strained communication between me and the doorman, there apparently exists one and only one key…no backups.  I figured I could break in since the locking mechanism just looked like (and really is) just a sliding bolt behind a thin metal plate…similar to bathroom stalls), but I didn’t.  So wait I did. 

After 45 minutes or so I give up and just start exploring the place.  I finally settle into the room next door, since it was open, nobody was in it, there was an empty bed, and I was utterly exhausted.  Basically at this moment I was in the “I-will-do-whatever-I-want-since-life-sucks-and-owes-me” mode.  As I began to settle in the bed I hear someone near the door and realize my roommate is back.  All is good.  After some greetings and time passing, I promptly go to sleep…

4)  ...and I wake up around 3 a.m. with my stomach growling its signature primal roar.  So I decide after much internal debate that I would head out and find some dinner…or breakfast for that matter (Thanks Anthony!).  This was quite successful. 

5)  The next day I briefly do some shopping before I head out with the rest of my 21 BSCS crewmates to the program director’s house for a garden dinner party with the program staff members.  It is here where I finally get to meet everyone and the diverse backgrounds from which they come from.  Quite exciting. 

It is here that I also find out that my worry of having to give up my Pescetarian diet would be of little substance.  Apparently, one of my roommates is vegetarian while the other is pescetarian (score!). The guy next to our room is also vegetarian, as is a girl down the hall.  The program director was also aware of this (quite common) trend and made double of the main Hungarian traditional dish—one with meat, while the other without.  Pretty considerate.

6)  So this is where the world seems to get freakishly smaller than it looks.  At the dinner party I happened to meet with one of the computational neuroscience professors, Petér Érdi (who by the way has an Erdös number of 3 for you math folks), and he expressed interest in having me work with his former student, Zoltán Somogyvári (one of my future professors over here).  Zoltán happened to be currently coming back from his work in the lab of György Buzsáki, who in turn JUST SO HAPPENS to be the author of the book, Rhythms of the Brain, of which I read last quarter.  This book was the main factor in me even finding this opportunity to begin with.  Dr. Érdi also told me he knew Dr. Bazhenov, a computational neuroscientist of whom I took Cellular Neuroscience with at my home school.  Nice.  Here’s hoping for those social synaptic connections!

Petér Érdi
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%A9ter_%C3%89rdi

György Buzsáki
http://tdlc.ucsd.edu/research/highlights/rh-buzsaki-2011.html

7)  Talking about coincidences, I just so happened to bring along that impossibly dense & difficult book, Gödel, Escher, Bach, by Douglas Hofstadter (my bible) that I was reading at the same time as Rhythms of the Brain (which itself was quite difficult to get through as it reads like a textbook).  Already, I have had a few of my classmates comment on the book saying they knew of its “grandeur”.  A few of them even admitted their attempts at reading the book (keyword: attempt), while others mentioned reading his other work.  This is great considering barely anybody I know has even heard of the book, and those who have, have admitted they have given up a long time ago. 

What is also quite coincidental is having my Professor mention the book in class today (which perked me up quite a bit) as a comparison to reading the works of German philosophers such as Heidegger.  These authors seem to take pride in writing witty, wordy, and utterly convoluted syntactical structures of thought…much of which I must admit I partake in. 

 I have even heard that this was the number one favorite book of my AP computer science teacher, Mr. Cog (of which I learned via his website just a few months ago)…which just creates a greater mountain out of a mole hill to climb since that class was a definite killer as I remember it.  No matter what, whenever I find someone who knows of GEB by Hofstadter, their “respect status” in my mind just jumps up a ton.  For those of you reading this right now:

Read the darn book.  Or at the very least, try to. 

Anyways, this is reminding me that this blog post is already quite long as it is.  I have a ton of thoughts I want to share with you that still need to travel down the motor neuron stalks of my hands, but pre-frontal cortical inhibition states that I should pace myself and continue another time.  I guess I’ll have to talk about the culture shock experience as well as my excursions this week in my next post. 

I have to pack for my weekend camping trip tomorrow so I’ll leave you right here. 

Viszonlátásra!