Atom Smashers and Potato Chippers: Scientific Dublin

Oh boy, am I tired. Not only because I woke up at 5:30 am to get the airport, though that’s certainly part of it. It’s the 10 miles I walked today while learning about the advancements in Ireland that took place over the course of centuries, spanning from Medieval battles over books to the invention of barbecue chips. Were you expecting that for a first day activity?

Our main activity of the day was a walking tour of Dublin – but not just any normal walking tour, mind you. This tour was hosted by Ingenious Ireland, an organization that gives tours on the theme of Irish technology and innovation. Since this isn’t the usual angle taken by tourist-y walking tours, I was eager to learn a different aspect of Irish history than normal – and I wasn’t disappointed!

A short bus ride from outside our hotel led us to Trinity College (a place I hope to visit in more depth later in the week), where our tour began, and where we were greeted by our guide, Patrick. Wearing a lab coat and sporting wild, wiry hair, I could already tell that we’d be in good hands.

As we began our walk through Trinity’s campus, one thing he mentioned, which stuck out to me, is that Ireland is not as well known for science and innovation as it is for arts and culture. Only one Irish person has ever won a Nobel prize for the sciences. It’s the artists, especially the writers, who are well known, and my mind immediately confirmed what he said. Wilde, Yeats, Joyce – all these names popped into my head, but I couldn’t for the life of me name any Irish physicists or biologists.

Luckily, that quickly changed. Patrick introduced us to Ernest Walton, an Irish man who did the unthinkable – artificially split an atom, and rang in the atomic age with his colleagues at Cambridge in the 1930s. He also just so happened to be the only Irish Nobel Laureate in the area of physics! It was an Irishman, Charles Parsons, who invented the efficient reaction turbine, allowing the spread of electrical power, faster ships, and eventually aircrafts!

A model of Parson’s turbine at Trinity College!

Walton and Parsons made huge, revolutionary steps in the way of technology, but it turns out, many small things we take for granted every day were invented by Irish people. The first elephant dissection took place in Dublin. The process of perforation was invented in Ireland not long after the introduction of the postage stamp around 1840. From paper towels, to notebooks, to postage stamps still, this handy little invention created a convenience for people everywhere. And in what I believe is my favorite Irish invention, flavored potato chips debuted in Ireland under the Tayto brand in the 1950’s, created by Joe “Spud” Murphy. Yes, his nickname really was Spud. Talk about fate.

Patrick and a bag of Tayto chips – or crisps, I guess!

Our tour finished up with an explanation of the invention of the hypodermic needles, as well as the first copyright ruling on record (which led to a 6th century battle over a copied manuscript that left 3000 men dead. The two combatants later became saints).  To top it all off,  we got a peak at the Royal Irish Academy’s collection of manuscripts in the Irish language. They were displayed a text from the 15th century, a lovely and old work based off of a Latin text. Though I couldn’t take a picture of this particular manuscript, the RIA has a large collection of digitized scripts available to view online!

Though it had been an early morning, a long day, and a long walk, I couldn’t have asked for a better or quirkier introduction to Ireland and its rich history. I got to explore a facet of this country’s history hardly ever talked about, something I always appreciate when stereotypes and pre-conceived knowledge always precedes a visit.

Tomorrow we dive right into our academic visits, with stops at TENI, Facebook, and LGBT Noise!

Becoming Dubliners

As I type this, my suitcase lays open, half packed and disheveled, while Spotify’s “Irish Folk – Jigs and Reels” playlist runs through in the background. This can only mean one thing – it’s time for my long study tour!

Tomorrow, I’ll be flying to Dublin, Ireland with my core course for five days, where we’ll be exploring the relationship between identity, activism, communities, and how they are all supported by new media usage. Like Core Course week, this will include a lot of different site visits to different organizations, as well as a ton of cultural and historical visits.

So you have an idea of what I’m talking about, and so I don’t have to explain them in all my posts this week, here’s a rundown of all the places we’re going to visit/things we’ll do:

This is all in addition to a musical pub crawl, a Guinness factory tour, and an Irish dancing workshop. Sounds like the right first steps to really having an Irish experience, doesn’t it? I can’t wait to experience this city and all it has to offer – and to finally be in a place where everyone speaks English!

I should really go finish packing now, but before I go –

Why is Ireland the richest country in the world?

Because it’s capital is always Dublin!

Riviera Livin’

I know what you’re thinking. It’s been a while since I’ve posted. It’s not because I abandoned this blog. It’s not because I drowned in the Danish rain, or got swept away by Copenhagen wind.

It’s actually because I ran away to the French Riviera. No, seriously.

For those of you who don’t know, DIS has built in three weeks for travel during the semester. On one of these breaks, you travel with your core course on your long study tour (not to be confused with the short study tour that takes place during core course week). However, during the other two weeks you are completely free to arrange your own independent travel, or sign up for one of the many DIScovery trips!

My travel break isn’t until week two (which is hardly far away at all), so last week, I flew down to Nice, France, to visit my friend Dina from American who is studying at Skema Business School for the semester! I’ve been dreaming of visiting France ever since my first year of high school, when I took my first French class, so there was no way I could pass up this perfect opportunity.

Nice and the surrounding area surpassed all of my expectations. As my plane descended through the thick layer of morning clouds, I could see tiny towns and villages nestled in the mountains of Provence, isolated and secluded from the larger cities down south. It looked just like you’d imagine it would, like a landscape from a story book. I knew I’d picked the right place to spend a week.

Even so, I could help but feel a little culture-shocked stepping off the plane. I’d gone from a flat, cool Nordic city, to a city of palm trees, blue waters, and tall red mountains. And it was hot!  With a short flight, I had completely changed my surroundings, and turned everything I knew about “Europe” on its head.

Compared to the United States, Europe is small. This fact is not surprising. Despite its true geographical size, however, I couldn’t help but feel that Europe, in a way, is actually kind of big. Here I was, a 2 hour flight from Copenhagen, yet everything around me was different. The food, the language, the landscape – even the way people looked was vastly different from what I’ve become accustomed to in Denmark. This close habitation of relatively small land by a vast array of cultures, languages, and traditions is not something one experiences so often in the United States. Yes, America is diverse, and its diversity is incredible. But if I fly two hours north or south or west of my home state of New Jersey, I can expect to be surrounded by the same language, food, and culture I grew up with. Regional differences in the US most definitely exist, but they don’t exist in the same form as they do in Europe. And to experience them is amazing.

Anyway, I digress.

Though I say I visited Nice, technically, I stayed in Antibes, a resort town 20 minutes west of Nice by train. Founded in the 5th century BC, Antibes is old, and certainly shows its age in all the best ways. Roman age cisterns and aqueducts blend seamlessly into the streets of Old Antibes. The town is surrounded by medieval walls built in the 9th century AD. Winding, narrow streets brought us to buildings from later periods, up to the 15th and 16th centuries. I visited the Church of The Immaculate Conception, a church boasting a blend of 11th and 18th century architecture. Even the Picasso museum is old – it was a fort for the Grimaldi family in 1600s, long before the famed painter ever laid brush to canvas.

Also, the beaches were incredible.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

After a few days exploring Antibes, Dina and I took the train to Nice, which boasted its own impressive collection of old sights and beautiful views. Honestly, it may be one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever seen.

On Friday, we ventured into the Italian town of Ventimiglia, which straddles the border – and good thing, since Dina, her friend Keila, and I don’t speak a word of Italian! Most everybody spoke French, though, so I managed my way through the street flea markets, wine shops, and pizza cafes with my high school level French.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

After a week of living the Mediterranean life – eating pizza, tanning on the beach, and enjoying a Provençal rosé with dinner – I have to admit, I was ready to come back to Copenhagen (though admittedly, not to the weather). I missed the city I consider to be my European home. I missed the familiarity. So back I went to Scandinavia, happy to return, but hardly happy to leave. It had been such an amazing week with even more amazing friends.

My encounter with la Côte d’Azur may have been brief, but it surely won’t be the last.