Rocks are Red, the Sky is Blue, off to the Peaks and Canyons too!

 Ah, the long expected voyage from Chicago to Denver.  I spent two days along the ocean bottom of the Cretaceous Western Interior Sea, aka Iowa/Nebraska.  I was actually expecting to be more bored than I was, but then again, Tina Fay is a good companion.  She wasn't much help with navigating, but whatever.  The eight hours of each of those two days went by relatively quickly, and I was able to reach my quota of views across an ever expanding horizon of fields of gold.  I stayed one night in Omaha.  Woohoo! Vacation spot! ... Well, I guess if you're a trucker, maybe.  I was fortunate enough to find a classy Motel 6, complete with algae filled pool, empty ice machine, unplugged washer/dryer, and instant coffee for breakfast.  I was so tired, I went and had a trucker burger at the Sapp Bros. restaurant and passed out.  Not in the booth, but almost.  

 

I woke up to a beautiful sunrise with which to continue my voyage.  As I approached Denver it was dusk and the mountains were just barely visible in the distance, back-lit by the setting sun.  I was to be staying with my VFF's, the Martins.  After I recovered from the shock of gazillions of cars and vast stretches of traffic, I was able to find my way to their house.  Or what I thought was their house...

I got out the car, bounded up the front step, and rang the doorbell.  A dog came to the door barking ferociously. A woman peered through the door window, slllooowly unlocked the dead bolt, and cracked the door open with a quizzical look on her face.  

            "Hello?"

        "Hi, I'm Claire!"... silence.  At this point I happened to glance at the number on the house.  "It's nice to... oh... wait."  Embarrassed blabbering ensues.  "Whoops, sorry, I totally have the wrong house."  She stares at me. "I was looking for Erin."

        Acknowledgment finally shows on her face. "Yeah," she says, "they live down the street."  She backs into the house and shuts the door looking at me like I was carrying a sign saying I'm crazy and contagious!

            "I'm sorry to disturb you!"  I said. And, figuring I couldn't look any weirder, I proceeded to back my car up while driving on the right side of the street until I came to the correct house where the correct dog greeted me, though still barking ferociously.

I was met by Ian's father, Bill, and I proceeded to gab and gab (who's surprised really?).  I was informed later that Bill Martin is usually a very quiet man and was congratulated by the other members of the family upon their return for having held an extended conversation with him.  The Martins were extremely welcoming and generous, and I cannot thank them enough for letting a stranger like me stay with them.  They were extremely busy that week with work, school theater, and refugees.  I'm not kidding about the refugees. Apparently the federal government uses Denver as a major relocation center for refugees.  The eldest daughter, Erin, works for the African Community Center of Denver and does some amazing work with helping refugees get settled down and accustomed to the generally extreme change in scenery.  I know she is organizing and doing fund raising for a huge Thanksgiving dinner for the center which I hope is well attended and runs smoothly.  

The next morning, after a wonderful cup of coffee and chat with Ian's mom, Deb, she suggested that I check out the Red Rocks Amphitheater.  Without worrying about the address because phsh I have a GPS, it's kind of a big deal, I bounded to the car, but upon typing in the name I realized I couldn't spell amphitheater correctly.  Again, just life giving me a little humility check.  And I know how to now, obviously!  After driving through a cacophony of street lights, I finally made it to the outskirts of Denver and the foothills of the Rockies.  

The Red Rocks Amphitheater is crazy! I had no idea that so many famous musicians and bands performed there.  It is an ideal setting for the combination of music and nature.  The rocks seemed to have exploded out of the ground and look like the dorsal fins of prehistoric creatures frozen beneath the earth.  The view towards the city it indescribably horizontal and so contrastingly pancaked, that it makes me wonder what it must have been like to be a bystander for the creation of the Rockies.  I mean, that must have been loud.  Really, really loud.  I know in actuality scientists claim that it was a gradual process with the whole tectonic plates, salt and rock layers moving thing, yadda yadda yadda... but I just imagine a stegosaurus sitting in a lawn chair in the dessert with sunglasses and a cup of ferns enjoying the day, when all of a sudden CRASH!!!!  BOOM!!! KAJSIJEIFJAEASDF!!!  The earth in front of him and beneath him starts to shake and rumble as a tsunami of rock explodes upward sending debris, trees, boulders, and prehistoric chipmunks flying!!  Of course in this vision, the smoke clears and the stegosaurus appears, still in his lawn chair, with his glasses a bit askew, sighing and saying, "Well, so much for my trip to Baja..."

It was at Red Rocks that I was first introduced to the real contrast between the mid-west and Denver.  Going up the amphitheater steps I was like a 3 pack-a-day smoker with one lung and cheesecloth over my wind pipe. It was the most humbling and embarrassing staircase I have ever ascended.  I literally had to stop every 20 steps.  Holy crap. 

See tiny person to the lower left for scale reference

After Red Rocks I meandered to Dinosaur Ridge where remain in the hillside some dino-footprints as well as some bones, which, try as I might, I really couldn't distinguish as any particular body part as the information kiosk said I should, but it was still neat.  I thought I would try and go one more place before the sun set and found in my handy-dandy AAA guidebook the Larait loop.  Part of it is on a road which winds up the hillside from the town of Golden, up past Buffalo Bill's "grave", and eventually connects with the large westward highway.  It was a fun drive and gave me just a taste of what the mountains in the distance looked like.  The houses out there were incredible!  Some were precariously perched on cliffs overlooking the valley and seemed to be rebelling against the difficulty of the land.  

Wednesday I went on a short jaunt in Deer Creek Canyon, another park near Red Rock.  I was hoping to assist the further acclimation of my respiratory system by doing a small hike.  Unfortunately, part way up the trail while I was musing about the hopeful possibility of seeing a rattlesnake or scorpion, I was reminded of another resident of the area: the mountain lion.  Great! I thought, and for the rest of the hike try as I might to talk down the likelihood and to follow the safety recommendation of talking loudly, or in my case singing jazz tunes, every rustle of a leaf, every bird jumping suddenly out of the bushes, every mean jabbering squirrel made my heart leap out and run away leaving my legs right where they were.  It also didn't help that as I child I watched the movie Homeward Bound, in which a mountain lion sneaks up on three house pets from behind a perfect sneaky-boulder of which this canyon was bountifully equipped!  Despite my anxiousness, I lived, and did have a lovely hike.  I just became conscious that my plans of hiking alone in the west for the rest of the trip were going to be more mentally challenging than I originally anticipated.  After some thought, I realized that if I do see a mountain lion, I know what to do.  If it happens it happens, and it shouldn't keep me from enjoying what I love.  It is also an interesting experience, smothering your fears, and one which I am going to say builds character.  You just need to avoid foolishness and stupidity.     

On Thursday I braved the Denver public transportation system and ventured downtown.  The bus pulled up to the stop, the doors opened, and there was Morgan Freeman, sitting in the driver’s seat!  At least it could have been him.  I swear he has a twin that doesn't smile as much, because that's who was driving my bus!  He patiently, while yet obviously bored and annoyed, helped me figure out how to pay my bus fare.  I get nervous on public transportation sometimes if I'm not sure how the payment method works.  I don't want to draw attention to myself by seeming like a tourist, but I have to balance that with people not thinking I'm an idiot.  Though I guess with strangers, I'd rather have the latter. After transferring at a stop which was under construction and closed and then waving down the bus together with a little old lady, who I know the bus stopped for and not me so I am very glad she was there, I made it into the city.  I didn't have a specific plan, but when I saw the art museum, I just had to go in.  It is an intriguing building; it has a sculpture of a giant dust pan and broom outside of it.  I am very glad I did because their special exhibition was the work of Xu Beihong.  I didn't know anything about him, but I learned of his tremendous influence on Chinese art and teaching.  His works capture a spirit and a movement that feels like the wind when you view his paintings.  The simplicity, purity, and freedom of watercolors make even more amazing what he was able to do with them.  

 

I walked to the capital building to find homeless people conducting occupy Denver.  Not to judge, but most of them seemed like they were already on the streets, dressed like characters right out of Rent or some other form of 80's grunge movement, and figured they didn't have anything else to do, so might as well protest.  I definitely got holla'd at, "Hey pretty lady! Can I walk with yooou?" I had no idea I would be seeing that side of Denver that day.  I took the 15L bus to head back to the Martin’s house, and ohhh my, there was the best darn people watching I even done seen.  It was great, until I got off at the wrong stop and had to walk eight blocks to get to the right stop and then sprint across the street to catch the next bus. All a day in the life.

On Friday I took a trip down to Colorado Springs to visit my UNH friend Allsion Gehnrich who is working at the Broadmoor Resort as a Pastry Chief.  How fun does that sound?!  She made the most amazing carrot cake I have ever had… I’m drooling now thinking of it.  I got there in the late morning and we decided to go see the Garden of the Gods, both of us intrigued by the possibilities.  Secret? I’m totally BFF’s with Hercules now.  Yes, be jealous.  We were greeted by rock spires thrusting out of the ground and… a wedding?  Yep, there was definitely a wedding happening with iPod produced surround sound elevator music playing.  There were also a few groups of rock climbers making their way up the red walls.  They were gathering an audience, and I think they liked it.  In the distance, Pike’s Peak reigned while surrounded by the foothills and canyons.  We weaved through the spires and formations with names like “kissing camels” and caught up on each other’s lives.

Allison had been wanting to go to the Zoo that the founder of the resort established because they have giraffes, and she LOVES giraffes.  I was amazed by the number and variety of animals they had there!  Its Colorado Springs for goodness sake and they have hippos!  I hadn’t been to a zoo in a long time, and I had forgotten how amazing some animals are, and how I would not want to meet some without a barrier, such as the mountain lions… I don’t know what it is with these guys!  I don’t think twice about bears when in New Hampshire, but bears don’t stalk you!  As we passed the mountain lion exhibit, one of the lions and I locked eyes.  We just kept looking at each other and I thought, Ok, you’re going to practice staring down a lion just like Mowgli with Shere Khan in the Jungle Book (1994 live version. See it, it's a masterpiece).  As I stared at her, a guttural growl rose from her throat.  She was growling at me, and then she did the big-fanged-cat hiss.  Allison told me I should hiss back, and of course I did, and then commenced a back and forth session of glares and hissing.  I’m not sure if I am more or less afraid, but I have eye contested with a mountain lion. 

The lions could not stop staring at the bride's dress!

ok... I might be nervous if I saw this in the woods...

... or this

On Saturday, I went back to Denver to go see Molly Martin, the youngest daughter, in her high school’s production of Into the Woods.  I had never seen the show and it was very well done, and Molly was by far the best singer in the bunch, and I’m not just saying that.  She is beautiful and her face lights up on stage!  It was fun to have heard about the rehearsals all week and then see the show, not to mention it brought back some memories… 

Now, after dinner and farewells to the Martins, I am headed up to Boulder with great anticipation!  I have Mansfield Park on CD to accompany me now.  Nothing like a little Jane Austin to put you in the mood!

Good day!

They aren't kidding when they call it the windy city!

The mystery of Chicago! I have only ever graced the grounds of the Chicago airport, so the anticipation of finally seeing the city of Upton Sinclair's The Jungle,  the Blues Brothers, and Eliza Coupe's show "Happy Endings" was killing me!  On Tuesday November 1st I headed up to Evanston, IL, though I made a quick stop at DePauw to visit my friends Jane Wilbur Lim and Claire Jagla who I befriended in, you guessed it, Vienna!  We also saw another Vienna acquaintance Adam Gardner while we were sitting drinking our afternoon coffee. 

The weirdest, quasi-extraterrestrial thing happened as I neared the city.  This was the first time I found myself driving at night, which I have worked hard to avoid as the lights from oncoming cars bother my eyes after a while, and I get bored because there is nothing to look at.  There were tons of the trucks on the road and the surrounding land was a black abyss when all of a sudden I saw a flash of red that seemed to come from all directions.  I blinked thinking ok, we need to get there soon, and yes I am a we sometimes.  Then it happened again, tiny little red lights floating in the air on both sides of the road all blinking in unison.  I gaped as I stared trying to figure it out.  They extended into the distance for what seemed like miles. It was an endless expanse of hundreds of synchronized red dots. Not only was it kind of creepy, but it looked really cool!  I finally realized what they were windmills.  Giant, white windmills in rows stretching out into the distance.  I also realized that I have only ever seen the great stretches of windmills like that during the daytime, which made me feel a little less foolish about my confusion, but just a little.

As I neared the city, the excitement mounted!  I could see the lights of the skyscrapers in the distance.  I was leaning forward on the steering wheel like a babushka trying to get a better view of everything.  The road took me around the side of the city and along the lake which was a huge contrast next to the glow of the city.  

I met up with (I'm just going to call them VF's from now on) my VF Ian Martin, a talented tenor who attends Notherwestern.  It worked out they he had an extra room in his apartment that I could stay in.  I didn't realize that there is a time change between Indiana and Illinois... so that was a nice surprise.  Tack that on to daylight savings and my sense of light to time-of-day sense got all messed up!

The next day I walked along a part of the Northwestern campus called the "fill" which has a awesome view of Chicago.  Then I met up with my VFs Elisabeth Bussy and Albert Yan.  Just a side note, it has been AMAZING seeing my VFs.  It not only brings back so many memories, but also confirms that my semester abroad actually happened!  Sometimes it seems like it was all just a dream or happened a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.  So seeing my friends with whom I shared the experience has made me incandescently happy!

Albert, Me, and Ian at Peet's Coffee

The following evening, Ian and I went to go see the theater department's production of Rent because Ben Estus, who was an employee with me at RDC, was in it!  Now, I had never seen Ben act or sing or anything because he refused to while at camp, so I was flabbergasted when he opened his mouth and out came a crystal clear voice!   I'd only seen the movie version of Rent, so it was neat to see it on stage and actually hear all the music and not just the edited version.  Afterward, Ian and I went out the "fill" again to look at the city at night.  It was breathtaking! That might have also been the wind.  Itwas blowing so hard the the lake had ocean-like waves that were crashing up on the rocks. It was epic.

The next day, I went to Opera Workshop class with Ian and Elisabeth as well as sat in on their voice lessons.  I ended up singing for Ian's teacher because he is singing Strauss' "Die Nacht" and told his teacher that I was the first person he heard sing it.  So she said, "Well, let's hear it!", which surprised me.  I hadn't sung that song in, oh I don't know, a year!  It went pretty well, and the pianist was awesome to sing with.  He followed me exactly.  It was fun and Ian's teacher liked it.  That night, Ian found me an extra ticket to go see a concert of Matt and Kim and Lupe Fiasco.  It was entertaining going to a college concert, mostly because the majority of the crowd was made up of freshman and sophomores, which was revealed when Lupe did a shout out to each class and it was obvious by the noise who was there.  I actually felt a bit old... which was weird, and I know I'm not that much older, but it seems a little like it.  The concert was great, at least Matt and Kim were awesome.  I had to stick ripped up pieces of ticket in my ears because Lupe was so loud. We met up with Albert at a bar called Bar Louie (when I talked to Albert on the phone I totally thought he said Happy Lilly which was a cause of great confusion for Ian when we tried to figure out where it was) where I met some other Northwestern music students.  A good time was had by all!

On Saturday, I made an excursion downtown after a fantomenal brunch with Albert.  I was able to procure a student ticket for the Chicago Lyric's performance of Lucia di Lammermoor but had to find a place to print it off because Ian's computer was out of ink.  I took the Metra in where a guy gave me his all-day ticket because he said he wasn't using it anymore, so I rode for free.  Also that day, I went to by a coffee at Panera and I got that for free... so it was a good day to say the least.  I convinced the woman working at the UPS store to let me use their computer to print my ticket off because the office store across the street was closed.  

Oh yeah, Renee Flemming is the Artistic Dicrector

I walked along the lake at Millenium Park and enjoyed some great people watching by "the Bean".  This thing is really entertaining.  There were also a surprising number of wedding photos being taken right among the crowds.  I'm definitely in a few.  There was a row of what I think were maple trees under which people were tossing leaves into the air and taking candid photos. It was as though all the joy of fall was condensed under those trees.  

Can you see me?

I meandered over to the Museum Campus which has the natural history museum, the aquarium, and the planetarium.  I almost went into the aquarium because I am slightly obsessed with them, but it was kind of pricey and I would have only had an hour before it closed.  I saw hundreds of geese gathered in a baseball field where there were also two girls doing a photo shoot.  One of them was trying to gracefully approach and chase the geese... I was about to walk under a bridge when all of a sudden something whizzed by me, and then another, and another!  In a neat line with matching helmets were a group of segway ducklings!  They were speeding along the sidewalk as though there was nothing peculiar about thirty segways traveling down a sidewalk.  One guy did a fancy zig-zag as he passed me, totally showing off his advanced technology skills.  Then I found some rather strange statues... Apparently they are by the polish graphic artist Magdalena Abakanowicz.  The statues stand about 9 feet tall and the display is called "Meeting Ground".  I was not expecting to encounter such unique sights, but in retrospect, it revealed a quirky side to the city.  It's OK with being human, and it's not stuck up!

Those two girls on the left, yep, the one in the shawl is totally modeling.

Make way for Segways!

The Aquarium

I feel short.

I also bumped into a march for Occupy Chicago

At 6:00pm I went to the opera house for the pre-show lecture mostly because it was getting dark and I had no warmer place to be, but it was still interesting. The Chicago opera house is beautiful and the acoustics are fantastic! Throughout the show, the sound was wonderful even though I was in the back of the first balcony. The performance was made even better by the fact that I had met the woman singing the role of Lucia just the day before.  Susanna Phillips came to Northwestern to talk to the voice students about the world of opera and her career.  She was very friendly, honest, and down to earth.  She joked about being tall and encouraged everyone to be kind to anyone you meet in the music business, and to always do what's best for you.  Seeing her sing after meeting her was surreal.  She has a killer voice... Her rendition of Lucia's mad seen was very different, but genuine and intimate.  I had heard that the tenor wasn't great, but the night I went he was sick and his understudy, Rene Barbera, was fantastic!  It was the second time I had seen the opera, but this time I enjoyed every moment.

So... go figure ms. f*&%ing word travla here (name that movie!) just barely missed the metra train back to Evanston, and then couldn't find the subway. To my defense, all of the subways, or so I thought, are above ground in Chicago.  So I found them, I just couldn't find any that said red line.  After about a half hour, a dollar menu burger (yes, I caved, but I was REALLY hungry), and calling Ian, I was able to navigate to a red line subway, which was underground. 

I would really like to revisit Chicago.  It was time for me to get on the road though...  I also couldn't really afford another night 's payment in the parking garage.  Luckily, Ian is from Denver and that is my next stop, so I am going to stay with his family.  I'll call them my VFF (Vienna Friend's Family).  It's going to be a long road across Nebraska... but I've got Bossypants on CD.  Yessss.. thank you Tina Fey!

I drove in a straight line for an hour, no joke.

Ah, Ohio and Michigan.  If I ever become involved in an experiment or project which demands an extremely level, relatively undisturbed, cow and wheat dominated landscape, I shall be prepared to suggest a location.  I don't want to seem like I am poo-pooing the mid-west, but... thank goodness I have those mix CD's Margaret Rodgers made for me.  However, even though I found the driving tedious and exhausting, I still recognized the beauty in those endless waving fields.  Though different from lands of more complex topography, it carries the beauty of simplicity, and the friends I spent time with there were what made it wonderful.


On my way out of Buffalo I inevitably encountered traffic and rain.  It was like a situation from some city sitcom.  I hadn't had my coffee yet and was fumbling with a map to try and find a route to Cleveland which would avoid the tolls.  I turned on the radio and instantly a voice was updating me about the traffic on roads whose numbers meant nothing to me.  All I heard were the words "extreme delays" and "backed up".  I generally associate those phrases with postal service efficiency or toilets so I thought nothing of it pertaining to my current situation.  Of course, when I attempted to get on the highway, I was instantly trapped on the on-ramp of no return.  I was surrounded by honking and revving and the rolling of eyes.  I was part of a grand display of the physics of a funnel.  Yet, just when I thought all hope of progress was lost, a kindly tow-truck honked and waved me on in front of him giving me a spot in the slow, but moving, traffic line. What? Such kindnes! I was so inspired by the moment of charity that I myself allowed two cars beside me who were approaching the end of the on ramp to join the parade.  It was just a traffic jam of love!


In Cleveland I stayed with the Adams family.  Yep, go ahead, I know you want to. (Ba da da dum *snap* *snap*).  They are a wonderful family I met during my time working at the Rockywold Deephaven Camps. Unfortunately, I had a brain aneurysm and didn't take any pictures while I was in Cleveland, which I am very put-out about.  But I can tell you that I had a wonderful lunch with Andrew Loucky, a friend who attends Case Western, at a restaurant called "Liquid Planet", which I feared only served liquid foods, but was fortunately wrong, and where the girl at the register had to repeat herself three times because I couldn't understand her accent when she said, "is that all for you" (to me it sounded like iz tha-all foodu...), at which point Andrew explained to her, "its OK, she's not from around here"...  I was also able to meet up with my dear friend Rochelle Hudson whom I met in Vienna.  We went to a restaurant that serves a myriad of sandwhiches which all begin with a grilled cheese outline.  I had an italian-grilled-cheese, which was actually amazing! Heart attack? What?  The next morning I enjoyed a fresh sticky-bun/coffee/dog walk with our family friend Mary-Kay.  This was a very food based experience apparently.  


I was under the impression that Cleveland was as flat as the rest of Ohio, but John Adams proved me wrong!  He and I went for a bike ride around the more Connecticut-influenced surroundings of Cleveland.  I mean, we weren't scaling the French Alps all of a sudden or anything, but it was a beautiful, warm fall day, and a ride over rolling hills hit the spot!  I also walked around the Cleveland Museum of Art and was impressed by their wonderful modern art collection. One of the paintings which moved me most was a huge wall piece titled Lot's Wife by Anselm Kiefer.  It was made with paint, ash, chalk, stucco, and bark, and stands at 11 x 12 feet.  I absolutely love looking close-range at paints first and then backing away slowly until I gain perspective.  This work seems to have no order when you stand inches away.  The material is about 5 inches think on the canvas and seems to have been frozen while in violent motion.  As you back up, a moment emerges, and then an image, which each viewer will perceive uniquely.  I saw in it emptiness, loss and memory created by a violence revealed by the work's medium. The painting was done in 1945 in the aftermath of the Holocaust and intended to engage history's ethical issues.

I then headed for Ann Arbor, Michigan where I stayed with yet another Vienna friend who was my roommate while I was abroad.  Ann Arbor was more isolated than I had imagined and yet so much bigger!  The University of Michigan is huge! The campus is beautiful and it is such a college city; coffee shops on every corner, pizza and carb this or that, beer shops, restaurants, movie theaters, museums, etc.  It actually took me aback to see a whole town basically full of and run by college students.  I saw very few people over the age of 25.


The next morning I faced the long, long, long, long, long, long.....long highways of Ohio on my way to Cederville.  It was my birthday (woot!), and I felt a wave of sudden wisdom and understanding with my new age... hahah.  But seriously, I'm excited to be 23!  I don't know exactly why, but it seems like a solid number, full of fresh possibility! Plus, my lucky numbers are 3 and 7, and I turned 23 on the 27th, which was a positive sign in my mind.  I briefly visited my friend from home Caleb Ingram, who is a student at Cederville College, and drove to Cincinnati early the next morning.  I had an appointment to tour the Conservatory at the University of Cincinnati.  The campus is very nice, and the music building is only 14 years old so its all fancy schmansy.  I didn't get a chance to meet with a teacher because I found out that the teacher I was trying to contact had actually retired and they hadn't taken her name off of the website...  


That afternoon I headed west.  I'm not gonna lie... I was super excited to leave Ohio.  No offense.  Southern Indiana is actually quite lovely, with rolling hills and curves to the road.  My destination was Indiana University in Bloomington.  A number of my Vienna friends are seniors there and two of them were the only undergraduates cast in the school's next opera, La bohème (IU does 6 operas a year!).  I sat in on their evening rehearsal and talked to some of the masters students about the program.  I absolutely loved their director!  He was very straight forward without being condescending and was altogether very professional.  All of the singers were wonderful, but it was interesting to see where he picked out the subtle critiques.  


I was staying with Siena Forest with whom I had traveled around Italy and who is Musetta in La bohème. We decided it was the weekend to do fall things (and by that I mean Autumn, although I would be the perfect candidate to spend a day tripping on and running into random objects).  We made an apple pie, carved pumpkins, saw IU's production of the American opera A View from the Bridge by William Bolcom, and went to a drag queen show! Isn't that how everyone spends their Halloween weekend?

Her cat Henry was extremely entertaining and kept me company while she was at class in the morning.  He scared the bejezus out of me by poking his head under the shower curtain to say hello, while I was in the shower.  He also spent 10 minutes trying to get at a grasshopper-like bug that was in toilet and was then facinated by the spinning water as I flushed the mystery bug down the drain. 

I was able to meet with one of the voice teachers at Indiana, Patricia Stiles.  I was nervous to meet with her and especially sing for her, but she was wonderful to talk with!  I had a short lesson with her which proved to be very encouraging.  I was not sure what to expect, but in a short time I felt very comfortable with her and came away with some helpful comments and advice. It was really exciting to hear that I could hold my own at an institution like Indiana, and I literally was giddy after I left.


I know that it was only one person's opinion and I know I need to wean myself off of relying on external confirmation from others, but its hard!  That's was happens in school and its hard to adapt to relying on yourself.  I can say that her positive response helped alleviate the little worry-guilt gremlin I've had on my back.  Even 2 weeks into this trip, I wasn't really letting myself enjoy it.  But for some reason, the affirmation that I, even when a little rusty with the whole singing thing, could make a good, strong impression on a stranger, allowed me to let go somewhere.  I felt happy and confident and free.  I am going to pursue the future with confidence and try to grasp opportunities wherever they are without any hesitation.

Next stop, Chicago!