You can tell a native New Yorker from a non-native by how aware they choose to be of their presence on the subway. They sleep, ensured by their city-formed adaptation to waking up just before their stop. They read books. Before cell phones, newspapers were likely a popular form of dissociating.
There are many different ethnicities around the world, and New York City is the most ethnically diverse city in the United States. Queens is the easternmost and largest in area of the five boroughs of New York City. Today we visited the most diverse borough in New York: Queens.
Here are the photos taken during our time visiting the Lower East Side and the Brooklyn Bridge. First we took a tour inside the Tenement Museum, and then we walked around the Lower East Side.
Hello from NYC! Throughout our time here we will be looking for evidence about the “melting pot” theory – is it or is it not happening?
We started our amazing and diverse day with breakfast and then were off the the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. Being there was like walking through time: touching the same railings, sitting on the same benches, and walking the halls of my ancestors before me.
In the next week, I will count to 15 several times a day. I am the CCV staff member lucky enough to travel with 15 students to New York City as part of CCV’s study away program.
Join us this month on CCV Now for a journey to New York City! The fall 2017 Study Away class, Ethnicity and Diversity in the United States, is embarking on an eight-day tour of the city beginning January 6th.
My original plan for my final day in Scotland was to tour the Edinburgh Castle, then the Writers Museum, then call an Uber for a ride to a brewery. A quick Google search led me to believe my best option was Caledonia Brewing, located in the Shandon area of Edinburgh, about two miles from our […]
Under the tourist-littered streets of Edinburgh lies a city all its own. A dark, damp labyrinth of chambers filled with stories of murder, and tales of woe, from hundreds of years ago.
A soft wind pulled at my jacket and the ends of my hair as if to coax me forward into the Wild Garden. I had been warned of Scottish faeries, and their habit of spiriting away unwary visitors to the garden, so it seemed wise to wait for the breeze to pass before making my way down the stone stairs and into yonder wilderness.