Showing posts with label homestays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label homestays. Show all posts

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Cultural Faux Pas

There are many things I have been struggling with while here in Russia. Challenges seem to always be one of the most rewarding experiences during my travels; allowing me to truly discover who I am and results in an immense amount of personal growth. Initially, I knew the language barrier would be one of my biggest obstacles. In comparison to other places I have travelled independently too, Russia has by far the least amount of local citizens who speak the English language. However one of the sole drivers that brought me hear to St. Petersburg was the desire to attain a higher level of Russian language comprehension. This language barrier may be tough, but it is allowing me to constantly practice whether it be on the at home, on the street, in stores, or at my university -- each time taking me one step closer to my ultimate goal.

Surprisingly, my difficulty with the Russian language has not been my biggest challenge (like I had expected). Cultural differences between Russians and Americans are proving to be enormous, and every little thing I do seems to be out of place; instantly branding me as a foreigner. For instance, at home Russians take their shoes off and put their slippers on as soon as they walk through the door. It is looked down upon to walk around the house barefoot, or even just in socks. I, on the other hand, am most comfortable barefoot. I even choose to go barefoot if I have to run outside for a second or check something briefly. This, I learned through my host mom's scolding when I put one foot outside our apartment door with just a sock on, is a HUGE no-no. Russians pride themselves on their cleanliness and comfort so slippers and "at home" clothes are always a must. I am looked down upon if I enter into my apartment here and don't automatically change into a new outfit. The clothes I was wearing during the day are seen as extremely dirty, and god forbid I sit down on my chair or even worse my bed with the dress I wore to class on. I'd be contaminating the whole house!

Russians also think it is extremely bad luck to place your bag on the floor. This is a habit I have that I did not even realize I practiced until I was told it is wrong. Whether it be in class, at a restaurant, or even in my room at home, my bag must never be placed on the floor. Many fancy Russian restaurants even have little benches next to each seat so women can put their purses there instead of on the floor!!

I came to Russia knowing that their sense of style is very different and that Russian people in general tend to dress up a lot more than Americans do on a daily basis. Knowing this, I tried to come prepared when packing for my trip by bringing nicer clothes than I would typically wear. Yet STILL I do not measure up with the people I pass on the street! Whether they be running across the street, or on the metro, or eating lunch in the cafeteria, everyone I see here is decked out in excessively fancy outfits. I have yet to encounter one woman above the age of 16 who is not walking around the city in 6+inches heels. I walked around for an hour and a half today in a pair of TOMS and my feet are full of blisters; how they manage run around this big, cobble-stone street city in stilettos for hours on end will always boggle me.

Russians also greet each other very differently than Americans do. When meeting another individual, Russians simply nod at each other. For me, this has been so difficult and awkward for me to overcome. When I meet someone I want to smile and even shake their hand, but to do so would make me stand out even more than I already do. The American hand-shake is definitely not a thing here at all! During my commute to and from campus every day, I walk throughout the city and try to observe all the individuals around me. Everyone always looks so sad and angry and I can not resist smiling at someone when they look me in the eyes on the street! Americans I know who are from the south have criticized me in the past for not saying "Hello!" or "Good Morning!" to passerby on the street. I can't even imagine thinking about starting up a random conversation with a stranger on the street here just to be "nice." Russians are definitely a lot more individualistic than Americans, which personally I think is saying a lot! Hopefully I get the hang of the Russian way of life, and stop slipping up with all of these cultural mistakes!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

восемь я советская улица -- The Eighth Soviet Street

Last night our orientation concluded and it was finally time to meet our host families. My new host mom picked me up at the hotel we had been staying at. Her name is Irina Mikhailovna. In Russian culture, there is a high emphasis on respecting those who are older than you. So when I greet my host mom, I must address her not only by her first name but with her patronymic as well. A patronymic is almost like a Russian middle name, except it is given to you based on your father's first name. For example, my patronymic would be Johnovna (I guess?). Not the biggest fan in the world of the whole patronymic thing (from a feminist standpoint of course) but I'm accepting it all in the name of cultural assimilation.
We arrived at our apartment building, admittedly quite dilapidated, with its pink peeling hallway and broken down elevator (loads of fun carrying my luggage up a few flights of stairs). I live on Soviet Street, which may sound pretty simple, but there are ten streets parallel to each other all named Soviet Street. Mine is the eighth in the row, hopefully it will be easy to find on my walk home from school today.
My apartment is very rustic. It definitely has not been refurnished from Soviet times. My room has lots of storage space and a big window. Luckily there are curtains, although rather thin, they still block out most of the light during the evenings. There is no air conditioning, so the small apartment can get pretty stuffy. I was tempted to open the window in my room, but I have yet to touch it for fear of the large amount of mosquitos in the city. I opted for a tiny fan that I brought from home, but within a few minutes it started smoking and over-heating! Definitely proves the importance of bringing a convertor during international travel...
Both dinner and breakfast were authentically Russian. Lots of soup and sour cream; and kasha which is Russian rice porridge. I was excited to find my room has internet, something that seems pretty rare with other homestays in the program. My host mom speaks no English at all. This has definitely been a challenge and has forced me to remember all that vocab I memorized in high school! Hopefully our language barrier turns into a positive experience for me, after all the reason I am here in Russia is to learn the language!