When I was little, my dad used to tell me several stories about my grandpa’s time in the Army, but one stuck with me the most. Sometime in the 1940s, he was helping two tribes negotiate peace in the mountain ranges of Oaxaca. After a few weeks of negotiations, the two factions reached an agreement and planned a celebratory banquet. My grandfather, as negotiator, was the guest of honor and received the first plate of food. Much to his surprise, the main course he was offered turned out to be cooked monkey brains and other assorted organs.
As an international student I knew what Thanksgiving was before coming to the United States. I didn’t understand, however, the importance of the holiday (as far as family gatherings go) and was baffled by my American peers' insistence on going home for the holiday. This past Thanksgiving was my eighth since I first came to the United States as a student, and I have certainly had some diverse Thanksgivings that I think other international students might encounter.
You step out of the plane in the small airport and immediately feel the heat and humidity of the tropical climate hit you.
For this spring’s Lawnparties, Charter Club will bring to us the talented Maryland-based trio Prinze George. Consisting of members Kenny Grimm (production/instrumental), Naomi Almquist (vocals), and Isabelle De Leon (drums), Prinze George specializes in chill ’80s-inspired beats that are sure to keep you moving all day.
“Who in their right mind would find octopus appetizing?” said my 10-year-old self when I was brought to a restaurant and promptly presented with a plate of pulpos a la gallega, a Spanish dish consisting of octopus and potatoes seasoned with coarse sea salt, paprika, and olive oil.
The shores of Lake Constance and old, cobblestone-lined streets give Lindau a charm unlike any other town in Germany. Make your way down the street and come upon the town’s harbor, sheltered by a wall and a lighthouse.
Food and eating are more than just basic sustenance; in many countries they are the cornerstones of culture — the occasion to eat is a celebration in itself. This can be seen around the world where pubs, restaurants, Kneipen, and other food establishments can flourish not only based on their cook’s ability, but also on the atmosphere they can foster among their patrons.
“¡Guadalajara, Guadalajara!” is the opening line of one of Mexico’s most famous mariachi songs, and is also the official hymn of my hometown.
We live in wonderful times.