The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page. -St. Augustine
This trip has been in the planning stages, and I mean the real planning stages for 2.5 years, from the creation of the class, a grant proposal to travel to Belgium and The Netherlands in 2014, which then took place in March of 2015, to the long collaboration with travel agents, tour companies, tourist bureaus, conversations with friends, and lot and lots of work with our OIED (Office of International Education). But the trip idea was born in the summer of 1995, right after I graduated from college. I never did study abroad during my 4 years of undergraduate work, somewhat because I didn’t want to miss out on the Volleyball team and the training I was doing. But even more so, I couldn’t really take a semester away because I had set up a contract major for myself at Williams College that required me (and I did this to myself!) to take upper level religion and history courses my junior year, so that the only semester that I could travel abroad that didn’t conflict with volleyball, turned out to be the heaviest writing semester I had undertaken. I just needed to take several Religion and History courses in order to graduate. But throughout my undergraduate years, I continuously took art history courses and they ended up being my “fun” courses. I happened to love all of the stories surrounding art, and especially loved the works of art that were motivated by religious themes-telling stories, explaining the origins of the universe, or it’s eventual demise. It fascinated me, and I found it more than beautiful….it was awe-inspiring and really made me feel as if I were communicating with a great many minds and hands from the past….from artists and people of all ages who made their ideas known in beautiful and sometimes, intentionally ugly, ways. I was transfixed in my art history classes and felt as though every word from my professors’ mouths were like nectar from the gods…at least in the Greek Art courses. I also had an amazing scholar teaching Italian Renaissance art and enrolled in a travel study course through Syracuse University in their international programs department to study abroad in Italy after graduation. Yes, I was just finishing school and planned to go to Summer School! It was, at least in my mind, to make up for my lost opportunity to go while an undergrad.
Something really amazing happened to me that summer. And it changed my life.
I had a plan for after college. Actually I had two plans, but only one worked out. I applied to teach at boarding schools in New England. Since my major was a contract major in religion focussing on the History of Christianity, and not a straight subject matter, I wasn’t really useful to anyone, apparently at that time. So, I decided to go onto graduate school. I was accepted at all three of the schools to which I had applied and accepted admission to Princeton Theological Seminary to earn what was then called an “M.A.E.T.S.,” or, a Master of Arts in Education and Theological Studies. It was in line with what I had been doing. I was hoping to go into education, but more of the religious sort. I thought my time in Italy would help with the understanding of the Catholic Church, as I had been raised a Presbyterian. So off I went to Italy! I had stored my furniture in Massachusetts, ready to get it to move to Princeton upon return to the States.
But every day I woke up to new and amazing things. I remember my first day in Italy in which our class went to the Bargello, the old jail, in Florence. This is where, among many other things, Donatello’s Bronze David is displayed.

I had studied this in two courses in Italian Art as an undergraduate, so I knew it’s history and importance. And as I walked into the room, my heart beat a lot faster and I guess one would call it being “starstruck.” It’s a shorter statue than life-size, only about 4 feet tall or so, but it’s presence was much larger than its dimensions. I was amazed by the emotion, the detail, the story, the fact that this sculpture has been seen for some many generations, and survived through five hundred years. And then we moved on. We saw masterwork after masterwork (that’s easy to do in Florence) and I soaked up everything Italian-culture, food art-all of it! In my younger days, my body could actually metabolize the 4 gelato a day habit I developed. We were walking miles and miles a miles to see works of art every day, so I worked it off! And every day was filled with surprises and delights. It was magical. I saw the frescoes in Assisi before the earthquake in 1997 destroyed much of the nave, I saw the Sistine Chapel on a private entrance of JUST OUR CLASS and stared in amazement at the masterwork of Michelangelo’s brush. I climbed to the top of Trajan’s Column in the Roman Fora, to the top of Brunelleschi’s Dome of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, and when I extended my trip to Athens, Greece, to the steps of the Parthenon.
And slowly I came to the realization that this was much more my passion than religion and theology, although I have combined both in my studies ever since. I wrote Princeton to tell them, and my roommate who had been assigned to me, that I wasn’t coming. I applied to Art History Graduate school and in the 11th hour was admitted, about 2 weeks before classes started. I had no idea that my life would move into being an Art History instructor at the college level at that time, but that turn was an important one.
And ever since that day in the Bargello, I thought, “I want to do this! I want to take people to see these amazing things, to learn the stories, to experience the culture.” And then I had three children, continued to teach when I could, and now that my children are old enough to be in school while I am gone, I finally have the chance to take students to see amazing artworks! We have spent a semester studying some of the ones we will see, learning their stories and hearing about what they mean to their native cultures, and now we get a chance to experience them in person.
I am sure that this experience will NOT be exactly the same as mine when I was my students’ age. And I certainly don’t want it to be. I want it to be exactly what each student needs it to be for them. Perhaps it will help shape their understanding of what we already learned, or help them form opinions about what it means to be an American and what it is like to be in a vastly different culture and place. I certainly don’t think that students will turn out to be art historians! In fact, my mother continuously is amazed that I have a JOB in my actual field. She didn’t think that would happen with an art history graduate degree! I just hope that the study travel is a growing and enriching experience for each of my students and that they come home knowing themselves a little better-more confident for having done something they have never done before, more engaged with the world around them, and more determined to get the most out of the next 3.5 years at Appalachian!
They look ready, don’t you think?
