There are languages mixing like paint, moving in the air all around me. To my left, there are two tall fair haired teens speaking animatedly and excitedly in Japanese. To my right, French is spilling from other throats and the easygoing sunny lilt of the Portuguese tongue is everywhere. I was greeted in an excited shriek of rapid fire German, walking in the door. I’m not in a foreign country per se, but I’m in a room filled with exchange students, who have all come back to our tiny upstate New York district to share experiences from their year abroad.
By the end of the day, I can see everyone getting tired. For those most recently back, English is becoming difficult. I see the relief in one girl’s face, as one of the Rotary members comes over to talk to her about presentations in Portuguese. No more English, it’s too hard after a year away. One of the girls who went to Germany, rattles off “Ich bin all over the place,” and doesn’t realize her mixing of language until I ask her to say it again, in all English. She laughs and blushes and I’m struck yet again, with the eerie prickle of deja vu up my arms. I remember writing my reflection essay in German two years ago when I came home, because the English words wouldn’t come. My Rotary mentors remember it too.
“You looked a little lost,” our district chair, Zoren, says to me at this conference. I am struck by how much he saw, as I floundered in coming home, and how much he never said, waiting to see how I’d do. What I’d do.
There are presentations at dinner, a short five minute blurb about each exchange student’s experiences over the year–hardly enough time to sum up a year of incredible experiences: watching the sun set over the Amazon, touring the ruins of Macchu Picchu, learning the history of Cambodia firsthand, being a member of a jazz band in Germany. There is never enough time to say everything you want to say about a year abroad and fewer people still to listen. But ah, there are exchange students, who know what that’s like. And so they spent the whole day talking, talking, talking, sometimes in English, sometimes not, creating a new kind of exchange student family, one that’s rooted here, on US soil. Weaving stories and common experiences together into one story, bringing worlds together. And isn’t that what exchange is really all about? I believe we could have world peace if every family sent a child away for a year to a different culture. You learn patience. You learn tolerance. You learn consideration for others, living in someone else’s home for a year. You learn how to adapt to situations and you learn how to make your own decisions. You experience other cultures and have the most incredible opportunities. You make a family around the world. You learn how other people live and more importantly, that everyone around the world wants the same things, more or less.
One of my friends who just returned from Brazil remarked, “We were watching the sunset over the Amazon. And I looked to my left and my right, and there were exchange students from France, Mexico, Germany, Japan, Australia, so many different countries. ,And we were all sitting there together in peace, watching the sun set.”
Another girl, who went to the Czech Republic said something else that struck me. She said, “With every language you learn, you learn something else. There are some things that are expressed in Czech that can’t be expressed in English. And there are some things in English that you can’t express in Czech.” You learn a way of life when you learn another language. You learn a culture and its views, by learning a language. We express ourselves with words–when you know someone’s language, how can you fail to understand the nuances in that language that speak to certain views and values? English (at least American English) is slangy and casual, an all over the place, rapidly expanding and changing language. Sounds a lot like our country. German is very structured, an organized sort of language, with specific rules and a tight sentence structure. Functional, descriptive, efficient words. Behold, some attributes of the Germans. And so on.
Another exchange student, who went to Taiwan commented that if you don’t know the language, you’ll never know the people. The only view they’ll have of you is “Where is the bathroom” or “Hello”. But you if you can talk about your religion, your political views, your family, your dreams–then they begin to know you. And you begin to know them. And we begin to understand each other better.
The world is small when you are an exchange student. I met my best friend from high school under the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, my newbie from Argentina on exchange knew a girl from my high school who had been in her Rotary Club the year before. Many exchange students talked about meeting up on various trips or by accident. You have a place to stay wherever you travel and the six degrees of separation theory becomes a real thing.
It is a blessed, beautiful thing to be an exchange student. It is a one in a lifetime opportunity. Go abroad everyone, just once. Doesn’t matter for how long. But wander. Wander down European cobblestone streets and ogle at thousand year old castles and buy freshly baked bread at 8 am from the local bakery, and buy that bottle of cheap wine and drink it on the beach by a bonfire. God knows I did. Wander down the Amazon river, towards that glorious sunset. Wander down the crowded streets of India, with car horns blaring and sweat drenching you, and drink some fresh fruit juice there. Hike the Alps and have a snowball fight in the middle of July. Go for a run by the sea in Denmark, with the dunes rising high and sandy to your left and the sea stretching out forever to your right. Bathe in the turquoise of the Mediterranean. Let the entire world be your friend. Open your eyes past state lines and stretch your heart over seas.
It’s worth it. You’ll be richer than you ever thought you could be.