Spring 2018 Voyager reflects on Semester at Sea

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Stephanie Harris
May 1, 2018


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Spring 2018 Voyager reflects on Semester at Sea

Harris with friends on the back of Deck 8

Like all great endings, my semester around the world comes to a close with the promise of a new beginning. As I prepare to journey home in just two short weeks, I am grappling with how to process all I’ve seen and done, and what my answer will be to the unavoidable question: So, how was it?

It’s an answer I’ve been chewing on since January, a kind of laundry list scribbled on the back of my hand, a compilation of each impressive landmark I’ve visited with corresponding pictures to prove it. That’s the easy answer – I could rave about the immensity of the Great Wall of China, contrast real Indian chicken curry to the takeout restaurant down the street, describe how to take a bucket shower in a remote Ghanaian village, recount all I’ve seen and set aside how it made me feel. The easy answer is found in a picture slideshow and souvenirs, it is found in thorough itineraries and travel routes, it is the what, where, and when without the why and the who. But as the rest of the semester dwindles in front of me and my calendar runs out of blank space, I am starting to realize that the who and the why in my Semester at Sea story has made all the difference.

Harris onboard the MV World Odyssey

So, how was it? It was unforgettable, humbling, challenging, enlightening, imperfect, real. It was the bravest thing I’ve ever done. I circumnavigated the globe on a ship, stopping to port in Hawaii, Japan, China, Vietnam, Myanmar, India, Mauritius, South Africa, Ghana, Morocco, and Portugal in the span of just under four months; I traveled to eleven countries, but more importantly, I interacted with eleven unique cultures, coexisting with the most dynamic, vibrant people I’ve ever known. It took traveling around the world for me to see that the most interesting part of any place, of any life, is the people in it.

When I look back on my semester abroad, I know the smells and tastes of each destination will start to fade, just as my pictures will eventually seem a distant memory in another life. What won’t fade is how people around the globe made me feel, how they looked at me, and how I learned to look at myself through their eyes. I won’t forget the pushy Chinese vendors squawking at me from inside the black market, nor the little Burmese girl with the impossibly curly eyelashes who tugged at my t-shirt, studied my freckly face, and wondered aloud: “Where do you come from?” I won’t forget Felicia, my Ghanaian mother with her full hips, who opened her home to me and gave the best hugs. I won’t forget Johnson, my Indian tuk-tuk taxi driver, and his proud, toothy grin when I bought my first sari. I won’t forget the South African wine connoisseur who spoke about olive oil and red wine as one speaks about falling in love.

I learned, in bustling Tokyo intersections, on idyllic Mauritian beaches, and in cozy Vietnamese bookshops, that happiness, adventure, and growth can be found in conversation. There is no replacement for genuine human interaction – it was during my most awkward encounters that I gained unexpected confidence, it was when I slammed into the thickest of language barriers that I learned how to laugh at myself. I learned the power of a name, of a smile, of a gesture, and of silence while surrounded by those vastly different than myself. I painted a new model of beauty in my head, one that deviates from those in the magazines back home. Introducing myself to someone new every day pushed me to more fully answer questions I’d been wrestling with my entire life: Who am I? What is my story?

It was not enough to simply leave home — I found that change was only possible when I looked for home in strangers’ faces, and learned to see myself within the colorful collage of identities around the world. “Ubuntu,” a beautiful African worldview, means: I am because we are. I am because we are. I am who I am now, three and a half months later, because of who we are as a global community. I am because I learned to include myself in the larger “we,” to see family not as a last name but as a feeling. Throughout the semester, I left little pieces of myself in places where I may not ever return and formed friendships with people who won’t remember my name – and that’s okay. Oftentimes, we dip into each other’s lives not to make waves, but to leave behind a subtle ripple.

My time on the MV World Odyssey may be in its denouement, but my odyssey around the world is just beginning. It was a rare privilege to witness such variety of life, and it was an unparalleled opportunity to discover that we are, in fact, all reaching out for the same thing: each other. ­­

Stephanie Harris is a Semester at Sea alumna of the Spring 2018 Voyage and attends the University of Michigan. This reflection was included in her Writing for Specialized Magazines class onboard the MV World Odyssey.

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6 Comments

  1. Brooke
    May 1, 2018 at 11:38 pm

    Incredibly written

  2. Liz Shevlin-morris
    May 2, 2018 at 7:25 am

    Stephanie lovely to read your thoughts on your journey around the world. I have been fortunate to have sailed twice on SAS as a family member on the Spring 2001 and Spring 2006, my husband taught on both voyages. We live in Cape Town, hope you enjoyed our city. Keep on traveling. We both enjoyed our short stays in Vietnam. We later spent a month traveling around the country. Good luck with your studies.
    Kind regards Liz

  3. Karen Brazas
    May 2, 2018 at 3:37 pm

    Beautifully written. My husband and I had the opportunity to do five SAS voyages as staff members. Many of my memories are similar to yours. Such love can be found throughout this crazy world of ours. It is that love we must cling to. Thanks for this piece ❤️

  4. Evelyn Hannpn
    May 15, 2018 at 5:25 pm

    My 2008 SAS experience. Loved reading yours.
    http://www.journeywoman.com/SASBlog.htm

  5. Nancy Hartley
    May 21, 2018 at 12:54 pm

    Stephanie,

    I love how you captured our voyage and I am so proud that this thoughtful beautifully written piece was a product of your class – you are an amazing young woman💕

  6. Rich Feller
    May 22, 2018 at 3:40 pm

    Wow…what a beautiful piece…I felt like I was watching a slide show…your words, color, and expression are simply divine….thanks for helping us to relive similar joys with your remarkable empathy and grace.

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