<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989</id><updated>2009-12-28T05:34:40.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew Erley - Up With People 2007</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-8954027434583432570</id><published>2008-01-13T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:51:58.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Farewell - UWP in the Philippines</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say that the last 4 weeks of my Up with People tour were some of the most impactful of my life.  My cast flew from Brussels, Belgium to Manila, the capital city of the Philippines on November 12th.  I had no idea what to expect considering my lack of information regarding the Philippines, and this my first time anywhere in Asia.  A small bit of information regarding Manila…It’s one of the largest cities in the World with more &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4phubJBAFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TdGTgIOkrSg/s1600-h/P1040065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4phubJBAFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TdGTgIOkrSg/s320/P1040065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155040173666402386"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; than 12 million people.  There are basically never ending metropolitan areas with around 8 different cities grouped together to create what Manila.  Because of its massive area, our cast had to be spread out in completely different regions of the city, some almost 2 hours apart with traffic.  This made it difficult to group together every day, so we were involved with special CI (Community Impact) projects that we would go directly to and from on most days.  Some of these included; home building sites, spending time with children in the slums, and school groups.   Most were centered on direct involvement with the poorest people in the area, working deep in the slums.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My project was with Habitat for Humanity.  This was a Filipino branch of Habitat that was building a massive housing project in one large area of slums.  I was with a team of 8 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pcO7JBABI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RRv-e5kKruE/s1600-h/P1030912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pcO7JBABI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RRv-e5kKruE/s320/P1030912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155034134942384146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up with People cast members.  We were also along side a large group of Filipinos that had been working on the project for 1 year, with 1/3 being completed.  By year 3, there are to be homes for an amazing 350 families.  Each family is required to work a total of 700 hours to receive there home, so we had the pleasure of building side by side with the home partners.&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult labor, but I was so honored to be apart of this life-changing project.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pdUrJBACI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R9ypvSB0SSc/s1600-h/P1040290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pdUrJBACI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R9ypvSB0SSc/s320/P1040290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155035333238259746"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just over the wall from our compound were the homes these people had been living in all their lives.  Literally plywood nailed together, some as high as 6 stories, dangling over the side of a river.  The worst poverty I have ever seen…I can’t imagine it getting much worse.  We built bricks from sand and cement, created lon&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pfmrJBADI/AAAAAAAAAPc/B2HPq9zs7ao/s1600-h/P1040142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pfmrJBADI/AAAAAAAAAPc/B2HPq9zs7ao/s320/P1040142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155037841499160626"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g brick throwing lines, painted walls and metal roofing, mixed cement on the ground with only shovels, separated gravel, cut re-barb, basically anything you can think of.  One moment that really sticks out in my mind is a brick throwing line that stretched probably 50 yards on the ground, up a horribly unstable ladder, across a balcony, and into &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pgnLJBAEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/HlmoaIpvoi4/s1600-h/P1040141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pgnLJBAEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/HlmoaIpvoi4/s320/P1040141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155038949600723010"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of the homes.  I realized that of the 15 or so people in the line, there were 5 Americans, 1 Danish, 1 Ugandan, 4 Filipinos, 1 Swede, and 1 German…All working together to rebuild these people’s lives.  I felt so taken back to be there in the Philippines doing this work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were amazing!  Every day we would walk a mile from the Train station to our Habitat site.  Along the way were communities of slums, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pijbJBAHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AmbhuXtJ8jU/s1600-h/P1040147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pijbJBAHI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AmbhuXtJ8jU/s320/P1040147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155041084199469170"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and people that were always so happy to see us.  They always greeted us and walked along as our group came through every day.  Most people yelled, “Hey Jo!” to me because I’m a white guy, and the kids playing basketball in the streets wanted me to stop and take a shot as I walked by.  Honestly, I had a hard time wrapping my head around the idea of extreme poverty and the joy that these Filipino people expressed.  There had never been any connection between the two in my mind.  One day, a h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pnDbJBAII/AAAAAAAAAQE/7Up7NIvKowA/s1600-h/P1030989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pnDbJBAII/AAAAAAAAAQE/7Up7NIvKowA/s320/P1030989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155046032001794178"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome partner offered to take us behind the wall into the slums where he lived.  We walked through a tunnel under all of the homes and saw first hand the living conditions they lived in.  It was hard.  I would hope pictures could give some explanation or feeling to it all, because I don’t know how they could ever give it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My host family in the Philippines was great!  I stayed with Jennie Shepherd from Arizona, and Josh Stevenson from Texas.  We also had 4 other staff members that rotated staying in our house and the hotel.  I’ll be honest, when I was first picked up by our host family and returned to the house…I was totally mixed up.  I wasn’t sure who was my host mom, dad, sister, brother, friends of the family...there were so many people in the house.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pnmrJBAJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hOrCdUme9Cc/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pnmrJBAJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/hOrCdUme9Cc/s320/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155046637592182930"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We really had 2 different host families.  My host mom’s Ida and Grace were so much fun and really made our stay amazing.  My host sister Kristal was always showing us around and showing us unbelievable hospitality.  Many nights we would go out to local restaurants a sample the Filipino cuisine.  That’s another story in itself.  Every morning we woke to an amazing breakfast.  Many times it was fish and rice, which is an interesting smell in the morning…Here are some other dishes that I had the pleasure to discover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Duck egg with cooked duck embryo inside – this thing was huge…first you crack the top and drink the juice inside, then break the egg and eat the yoke complete with an easily distinguishable duck embryo (If your lucky it has grown hair!).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4poubJBALI/AAAAAAAAAQc/L5gIlJmvl7s/s1600-h/P1030881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4poubJBALI/AAAAAAAAAQc/L5gIlJmvl7s/s200/P1030881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155047870247796914"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Chicken feet – fried and delicious, although not much meat…mostly bones and tendons.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pvgrJBAWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/J44Vm10uoW4/s1600-h/P1030859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pvgrJBAWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/J44Vm10uoW4/s200/P1030859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155055330605990242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Chopped pigs face – skin, snout, lips…what else could you wants?  Served on a hot place with raw egg cracked over top and cooked in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pvBLJBAVI/AAAAAAAAARs/LWXNsde1wlc/s1600-h/IMG_3401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pvBLJBAVI/AAAAAAAAARs/LWXNsde1wlc/s200/IMG_3401.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155054789440110930"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;• Pork cooked in it’s own blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Basically any inside part of a chicken, pig or cow…you name it, I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was an interesting experience for myself, as well as most cast members, to stay in upper-class affluent families.  The poverty in Manila is everywhere, not grouped into clusters like people might think.  Our families had drivers, housekeepers, cooks, handymen, guards…people hired to do everything.  We would spend the day in extreme poverty and come back to a life of complete service.  It put things into a different perspective for everyone.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pqZbJBANI/AAAAAAAAAQs/j2s7KBDNMcQ/s1600-h/P1040112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pqZbJBANI/AAAAAAAAAQs/j2s7KBDNMcQ/s320/P1040112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155049708493799634"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would walk outside my house every morning and right there on the street see families sleeping in boxes, naked children, old men and women begging for money…it was hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippines is a very westernized country.  Most people speak perfect English.  The history of western occupation can be seen everywhere, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pqobJBAOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xCWl9BKy-es/s1600-h/P1040119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pqobJBAOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/xCWl9BKy-es/s320/P1040119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155049966191837410"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;including their main source of transportation.  We traveled around the city in “Jeepneys,” which are old Jeeps left behind by the US military.  They are much longer than a normal Jeep and you just cram in and pay a small amount to travel a specific route.  We also rode &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4prHbJBAPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1IxfFS2QMAE/s1600-h/P1040044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4prHbJBAPI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1IxfFS2QMAE/s320/P1040044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155050498767782130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in side cars. These were motorcycles and bikes with a metal cart attached to the side.  As many as 4 people can ride on one and I can attest it got a bit crazy on many occasions as we flew through the streets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Cast on a few occasions would meet during the week for different regional learning activities.  We saw museums, and also visited a community of families living in a site comparable to Habitat for Humanity.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4prZ7JBAQI/AAAAAAAAARE/1cDfQc-DvkY/s1600-h/P1030967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4prZ7JBAQI/AAAAAAAAARE/1cDfQc-DvkY/s320/P1030967.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155050816595362050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was called GK, and basically this organization builds homes for the poor, while also creating a community with education for the kids, leaders holding different positions of responsibility, and jobs.  We spent the afternoon playing with the kids and learning more about what the organization does.  The kids ran up to us and grabbed our hands, holding on as tight as they could.  They even performed some songs and dances for us which were the cutest things I've ever seen.  See the video below:&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c3b6b3418e6f0653" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38Vlg6KJAy1jNaesbSyC-ijQZog_OxHj32Y9s6tzrAqdD5yIgVvY5JMWl5NKC-mofvVxk-BEoxvT9yE9X3GZzba3Q1DX7ywLsWB7ZbB_5kotGA469pELza7MRqmd52N3Ek5377aKnFG3cTBAy4eMDCO5KCilAjlSFpd3PpKEeIhL22MwsqemL9UQXC60VSoy6n_Az4q5PIErAg459OPoMzD8z4%26sigh%3D3gF-ptOBI76e-l7ASrtXxvkCVNs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3b6b3418e6f0653%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DpBs8D-43spaF1pyIp-1pyjvC8FQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHZQAKfu6jF-JfdYz_38Vlg6KJAy1jNaesbSyC-ijQZog_OxHj32Y9s6tzrAqdD5yIgVvY5JMWl5NKC-mofvVxk-BEoxvT9yE9X3GZzba3Q1DX7ywLsWB7ZbB_5kotGA469pELza7MRqmd52N3Ek5377aKnFG3cTBAy4eMDCO5KCilAjlSFpd3PpKEeIhL22MwsqemL9UQXC60VSoy6n_Az4q5PIErAg459OPoMzD8z4%26sigh%3D3gF-ptOBI76e-l7ASrtXxvkCVNs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc3b6b3418e6f0653%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DpBs8D-43spaF1pyIp-1pyjvC8FQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two children, a brother and a sister, lead me around the different homes.  I just kept thinking that my family could be the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4psBrJBARI/AAAAAAAAARM/FcShFio9Sbk/s1600-h/P1030977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4psBrJBARI/AAAAAAAAARM/FcShFio9Sbk/s320/P1030977.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155051499495162130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ones living here.  It wasn’t the decisions they made, but just what they were born into that brought about this lifestyle.  As I had seen time and time again, they were so filled with joy and happy to spend time with us.  Most the kids were in awe of Jules from Uganda.  I don’t think they had seen another person before in their lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We performed two shows in the Philippines, which were the last of our tour.  At the end of our final rehearsal, our cast joined in a circle and sang the UWP song “Well be There,” to one another.  It’s a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pstbJBATI/AAAAAAAAARc/PP9UMTwBJks/s1600-h/P1040253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4pstbJBATI/AAAAAAAAARc/PP9UMTwBJks/s320/P1040253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155052251114438962"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bout coming together to make a difference and that as a group, there’s nothing we can’t accomplish to help humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be there; we’ll be singing one more song.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be there, even though the road is long. &lt;br /&gt;We’ll be there, and the feelings growing stronger.&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow comes, together, we’ll be there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m proud to say that my cast is made up of people who are equipped to make a difference in the world.  I know that these will be the future leaders, and the people working to help others and change people’s lives.  It was hard to end our amazing semester of performances.  In the end, 25 performances in 7 countries.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4psXrJBASI/AAAAAAAAARU/BOkFDCA3rys/s1600-h/P1040258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4psXrJBASI/AAAAAAAAARU/BOkFDCA3rys/s320/P1040258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155051877452284194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final 3 days of our tour were spent together as a cast in Bagyo, a city 6 hours north of Manila.  We stayed at the Philippines Military Academy.  It was great to wrap up our tour together while also spending time with cadets from the academy.  We played soccer matches, ate in the mess hall together, and even raced through the military obstacle course.  So much fun!  We ended th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4ptHrJBAUI/AAAAAAAAARk/azt5erpSpfw/s1600-h/DSC00901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4ptHrJBAUI/AAAAAAAAARk/azt5erpSpfw/s320/DSC00901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155052702086005058"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e tour with a beautiful final banquet and wrapped the semester up together before flying home to our different countries.  Our stay in the Philippines was unforgettable.  I saw things and learned things that will never leave me.  It’s a beautiful country with beautiful and amazing people.  I hope to return soon in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-8954027434583432570?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c3b6b3418e6f0653&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/8954027434583432570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=8954027434583432570' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/8954027434583432570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/8954027434583432570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-farewell.html' title='The Last Farewell - UWP in the Philippines'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R4phubJBAFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TdGTgIOkrSg/s72-c/P1040065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-1778289999105662796</id><published>2007-11-22T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:01.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany/Netherlands/Belgium...The triple threat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gQcOc2NwI/AAAAAAAAANU/RAdFXV5eirc/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gQcOc2NwI/AAAAAAAAANU/RAdFXV5eirc/s320/Photo+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136373452117522178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...So I know I'm a complete jerk for waiting this long to update my blog, but these last weeks of my tour have been non-stop.  Because I'm so far behind, and already in the Philippines, what I want to do is go through the last 3 weeks of my tour in Europe and highlight some of the most memorable moments.  These places included Prenzlau, Germany; Dronten, Netherlands; and Leuven, Belgium:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prenzlau, Germany is way northeast in what was considered the DDR during the times of the Berlin Wall and the complete separation of Germany.  This was very apparent because this part of the country is completely unlike the south where I visited Zell the week before.  I was roomed with Stefan from Germany, who I had already stayed with back in the states.  I was glad to be with a native German speaker, and we stayed with a great family, Ines and Peter Rothmay-Vetter.  They lived in a small village of only around 500 people that was 20 km outside Prenzlau.  During the week, we heard from a panel of people on German/Polish immigration and relations...Prenzlau is just a few km from the Polish border.  There is a situation not unlike that of the United States and Mexico, other then the fact that it’s an open border, between these two countries.  Also included in the speakers was an asylum refuge from the country of Iran who is now living in Germany having escaped certain death in his country.  We heard his amazing story of escaping Iran because of political disseverance, and he is actually still in hiding under the protection of the German government.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gbP-c2N-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/ElKNBE3MCoU/s1600-h/P1030466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gbP-c2N-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/ElKNBE3MCoU/s320/P1030466.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136385336292030434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The CI (Community Involvement) project I worked with during the week was related to our topic of German/Polish relations.  I worked with 6 other cast members teaching a dance class to German and Polish dance students.  We taught choreography from the show for two days and had the opportunity to perform with the students during a couple of moments in the show.  One of the most exciting parts of our week &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gRQ-c2NxI/AAAAAAAAANc/0ZDc0C9sIio/s1600-h/P1030527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gRQ-c2NxI/AAAAAAAAANc/0ZDc0C9sIio/s320/P1030527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136374358355621650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was the day our cast spent in Berlin.  Some of the most memorable sights included the Brandenburg Gate, Holocaust Memorial, and Berlin Wall.  It was amazing to spend time at these historical sights, and especially to experience the Berlin Wall, and the division of Germany.  There are even some ruins of churches and buildings left behind from the bombings of WWII to commemorate that time in Germanys history.  To go back to something I talked about that week with my host dad...we discussed his experien&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gSD-c2NzI/AAAAAAAAANs/FgKLpN8Wb-A/s1600-h/P1030473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gSD-c2NzI/AAAAAAAAANs/FgKLpN8Wb-A/s320/P1030473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136375234528950066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ce with the division of Germany and what it was like living in the DDR, the side of Germany where people really weren't allowed to leave.  He expressed to us that contrary to what most people think, or what history books might tell, his life was better off during that time of separation.  He owned an auto repair shop, and because the government controlled the businesses and competition, he was the auto repair specialist in his area.  He said business was good, and because he knew the right people, it wasn’t difficult to get the everyday food and supplies that he and his family needed.  After the Wall fell, competition started and he lost business and fell into a worse financial situation.  When I asked him if &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gRpOc2NyI/AAAAAAAAANk/DJWSHet0zns/s1600-h/P1030493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gRpOc2NyI/AAAAAAAAANk/DJWSHet0zns/s320/P1030493.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136374774967449378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would rather the Wall still be up, he said that because of the pain it brought for some, he was glad it is down, but for himself, times used to be easier.  I found this conversation so interesting because it is something you would never expect to hear...especially learning history in the States.  Our show on Saturday was special again because Stefan and I also sang the German song we had done the week before.  There were also guest performances by a local rap group and a Polish dance team.  On our free day, our host mom took us to the Baltic Sea and we toured some of the cities near where she grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to spend the next week in the Netherlands because my host brother Johan, who stayed with my family for 4 weeks in Denver, was from there.  I had heard so much about the country, as well as made so many jokes, that I was ready to experience it for myself.  We stayed in a city called Dronten, which is on the northwest coast.  Dronten was actually created around 40 years ago when the sea was pumped out of a particular area that created a new group of towns.  There are dikes around this area to keep the water out, which actually makes Dronten 5 meters below sea level.  We went to see these dikes, as well as the locks where water level changes so boats can enter an&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gTouc2N2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/I9yO5EjpAK0/s1600-h/P1030710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gTouc2N2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/I9yO5EjpAK0/s320/P1030710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136376965400770402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d exit the sea.  I stayed with Jeff from Taiwan and an amazing family, the Loopstra's.  They had 3 sons, just the same ages as me and my brother...I fit in fast.  The first things I noticed in the Netherlands is how flat it is and how many people are riding bikes.  It's crazy!...you ride your bike everywhere!  Every morning we would ride our bikes 20 minutes to the facility.  Our house and the students being hosted in the one next door created a bike gang...south side.  We beat up little kids, old people, ran anyone off the road who got in our way...not really, but we did ride together.  It was a pretty funny sight to see wit&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gSd-c2N0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Km73_V-gkXE/s1600-h/P1030597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gSd-c2N0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/Km73_V-gkXE/s320/P1030597.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136375681205548866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h most of the cast arriving by bike and parking them in front of the building.  We did a lot of internal time in Dronten, talking about immigration and racism among other things.  Our group also visited two Muslim mosks in Dronten, one a Turkish.  Let's clear up some stereotypes about Holland...#1&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gSxOc2N1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/CqXpmFwJBvM/s1600-h/P1030675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gSxOc2N1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/CqXpmFwJBvM/s320/P1030675.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136376011918030674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People in Holland wear wooden shoes...True!  Our neighbor’s host dad wore wooden shoes on multiple occasions and I even tried a pair for a day.  #2 There are windmills everywhere in Holland...True!  Not the wooden ones like you would think, but there are large steel windmills all over the place to harvest wind power.  My breakfast every morning was pretty amazing…bread with Nutella (chocolate spread) and Hagel Slag (breakfast sprinkles) on top...more like desert.  I also fell in love with Vla, or Dutch Pudding.  My host family gave me a carton for our travel day!  We spent our regional learning day in Amsterdam.  I went with a group who took a tour of the red light district.  It was a sh&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gUjuc2N4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/bCrZjq5VV-Y/s1600-h/P1030623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gUjuc2N4I/AAAAAAAAAOU/bCrZjq5VV-Y/s320/P1030623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136377979013052290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ock to say the least.  Our guide was an ex-prostitute who now works for a center that helps prostitutes with equal rights.  It's just like you would imagine it...the women stand in small doorways and windows wearing underwear.  People just walk by and if there interested then they let them in.  It's totally legal and there are around 500 spaces in the red light district filled with women.  Amsterdam is a beautiful city, but there are just some things including the legal prostitution and marijuana that kind of taint it for me.  Our show was a great turn out and I sang a song completely in Dutch by a famous Artist from Holland named Marco Borsato.  It was a really great night.  Shout out to all the Dutch high school student who spent the week with us...it wouldn’t have been the same without you all!  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gUJuc2N3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/5lIecmYL6jM/s1600-h/IMG_2168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gUJuc2N3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/5lIecmYL6jM/s320/IMG_2168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136377532336453490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my host brothers worked at an indoor ski and snowboard spot in Dronten, so on Sunday we went and did some snowboarding below sea level.  It was basically a rotating piece of wet carpet that mimicked a ski slope.  Really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of our European tour was spent in the city of Leuven, Belgium.  Leuven is a beutiful city and our cast was really excited because there was a lot planned and a very busy schedule of great events.  Our p&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gV-Oc2N6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6YPSjtaJUnI/s1600-h/P1030731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gV-Oc2N6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6YPSjtaJUnI/s320/P1030731.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136379533791213474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;roject for the week was with two people, an artist who was building a massive "CosmoGolem" and Sister Jeanne Devos, a Nobel peace prize nominee.  The "CosmoGolem" was a 5-meter high wooden sculpture that has been placed already around the world.  It has a large hatch on the side and represents the safe keeper of children’s hopes and dreams who can come place them in the Golem.  Sister  Jeanne Devos was involved because she worked with children in Ind&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gasOc2N9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/5qWyCo9OmWs/s1600-h/n210100080_30566216_5083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gasOc2N9I/AAAAAAAAAO8/5qWyCo9OmWs/s320/n210100080_30566216_5083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136384722111707090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ia who are kept as household slaves per say, working at young ages in homes, sometimes physically and sexually abused.  She saw the possibilities of this project and also helped us connect with a village in Chile where the Golem will be eventually sent.  We helped to build the golem and also unveiled it on our "Day of Hope" in downtown Leuven.  We performed a mini show and revealed the Golem, opening it up for the children to share their hopes and dreams with.  Also within this project, my smaller group went to a children’s hospital to perform and spend time with very sick kids, most with cancer.  At the end of our time, they gave us their box of wishes to place in the Golem because they were to sick to do it themselves.  It was a tough day, but one that also shed a new light and showed us the strength of these young kids.  I was hosted that week with Johan from Sweden.  We stayed with Eric and Lieve Giskes.  It was so much fun and Eric made sure that we had our opportunity to tastes the beer tour of Belgium..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gVaOc2N5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/_gpfm6btbZg/s1600-h/P1030735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gVaOc2N5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/_gpfm6btbZg/s320/P1030735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136378915315922834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.after all, they do have the best beer in the world.  According to Eric, we had the #2 beer in all of Belgium, Westmalle Triple.  Most of the best are still brewed by monks and they can only create a small amount each year.  We also enjoyed famous Belgian fries (eaten with mayo), chocolate, and shrimp from the north sea.  I will certainly be back to Belgium some time soon!  Our show was on Thursday, and was to be the biggest of our cast’s tour.  It was held in a sports arena and we had a little over 2200 people come.  There was also a guest performance from the Belgium Idol runner-up Sandrine.  She performed 2 songs after our intermission.  We raised 20,000 Euros for a charity's...pretty unbelievable.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gYD-c2N8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/8VDKJGyTKn4/s1600-h/P1030752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gYD-c2N8I/AAAAAAAAAO0/8VDKJGyTKn4/s320/P1030752.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136381831598716866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also visited the European Union headqurters and parliment in Brussels.  We had a tour and got to see where the parliment sits.  My mom was visiting a friend in the UK, and they came down to see the show.  Afterwards on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I left the cast and my mom and I took a train to Paris.  We stayed in a really great hotel and saw most of the famous sight on Satu&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gW6-c2N7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ucsKohZSIxE/s1600-h/P1030777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gW6-c2N7I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ucsKohZSIxE/s320/P1030777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136380577468266418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rday...the Arc De Triomphe, the Louvre, Notre Dame, and of course the Eiffel Tower.  It was so much fun and we had a nice mother-son time in France.  After saying goodbye, I joined the cast on Monday and we left the Brussels airport that evening for a new continent...ASIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next blog will be coming soon because I have already spent almost 2 weeks in the Philippines...were staying in the capital of Manila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what's going on and please leave some comments...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-1778289999105662796?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/1778289999105662796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=1778289999105662796' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/1778289999105662796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/1778289999105662796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/11/alright.html' title='Germany/Netherlands/Belgium...The triple threat'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/R0gQcOc2NwI/AAAAAAAAANU/RAdFXV5eirc/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-2960531028799505989</id><published>2007-10-29T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:03.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally in Germany!</title><content type='html'>This last week we made our way to the fourth country of our tour…Germany!  We stayed in a city called Zell am Harmersbach, which is located in the southern part of the country in the famous black forest.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZNvSUw5oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HNX1Vbix-2g/s1600-h/P1030084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZNvSUw5oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HNX1Vbix-2g/s200/P1030084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126870700576007810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived on Monday afternoon where I met my host parents, Hans and Hilda Gohring.   My roommate for the week was Michael from Belgium…he wasn’t initially in our cast, but joined us in Europe as our truck driver and show technician.   Really great guy!  &lt;br /&gt;   About our host family: My host parents were absolutely amazing. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZO-SUw5pI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Rt-w2vY56n4/s1600-h/PICT0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZO-SUw5pI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Rt-w2vY56n4/s200/PICT0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126872057785673362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We lived in a beautiful German house right on the edge of the forest.  Every morning was fresh bread, eggs, and a ridiculous spread of bratwurst, sausage and black forest ham.  It was amazing…finally a European family that did breakfast right.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZPhCUw5qI/AAAAAAAAAME/Q-wuG63bYLI/s1600-h/P1030114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZPhCUw5qI/AAAAAAAAAME/Q-wuG63bYLI/s200/P1030114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126872654786127522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My host dad Hans used to own a Renault (French Auto) Shop in Zell and also raced on a Formula 3 circuit.  He had 13 Renault cars, 4 of which were in racing shape.  One afternoon he took me for a ride through some of the hills and mountains deep in the black forest.  It was the most amazing ride of my life, but I was absolutely scared out of my mind.  We were doing in excess of 140 km/h on some &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZV2iUw5rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xh4poZqBZRw/s1600-h/P1030326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZV2iUw5rI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xh4poZqBZRw/s200/P1030326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126879621223081650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one-lane roads twisting through the mountains.  Cars were moving in both directions and the only way to know was by slowing down at the sharp turns…lets just say my host dad didn’t know the meaning of slow down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Hans and Hilda:&lt;br /&gt;Hallo zu Hans und zu Hilda. Einer was für großen Zeit ich das Bleiben in Ihrem Haus hatte. Ich bin zurück bald. Ich hoffe, daß Sie genießen, die Abbildungen auf meinem blog zu betrachten. Halten Sie, nach einem schwarzer Waldmädchen für mich heraus zu schauen.  Hooeeyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   On Tuesday, we worked CI (Community Impact) in and around Zell.  There were 4 different sites including 2 groups at secondary schools.  My group went to “Haus Maria Frieden” a sort of hospice home for Cancer and AIDS patients in there last days of life.  It sounds depressing, but the overall mood at the home was different from what you would expect.  It’s a beautiful piece of property high in the hills of the black forest.  There was space for 12 patients, each with there own room.  A large staff also lives at the house to take care of the patients 24/7.  The hospice is totally funded by donations from a number of sources.  For most, the stay is shorter than a year, but for some of the AIDS patients who are more treatable, the stay will be longer.  It’s really a place for the terminally ill wanting to spend there last days in this kind of environment.  We interacted with the people and performed a small BTS (backing track show) out on the back patio of the house.  There were around 10 of the patients along with some family and staff from the home.  They were so happy for our performance and it was hard to not think that for some this could be one of their last experiences.  I felt honored to be apart of it all.  &lt;br /&gt;   Because of facility scheduling, our show day for the week was on Wednesday.  We were in the Schwarzwaldhalle (Black forest hall) where a large stage and around 800 chairs were set up.  The show was once again done completely in German with all of our MC’s.  Myself, and a fellow German cast member Stefan, performed a popular German song by recording artist Xavier Naidoo.  It’s called “Was wir aleine nicht schaffen” and was most notably performed at the 2006 World Cup in Germany.  I was quite nervous singing a German solo in front of that many German speakers…luckily everything went great and it was a powerful ending to our show.  Shout out to my buddy Pierre for coming down from Stuttgart to see us perform in Zell!&lt;br /&gt;   Thursday was a regional learning day in Zell.  We started in the morning by visiting the Kulturzentrum factory.  It’s a very well know German ceramics factory that produces products sold worldwide.  We had a private tour of the ceramics process from beginning to end.  All of the products produced in the factory are hand painted,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZYsSUw5sI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MOC8Nq6I52k/s1600-h/P1030291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZYsSUw5sI/AAAAAAAAAMU/MOC8Nq6I52k/s200/P1030291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126882743664305858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just as they were when the factory first opened.  At the end of the tour, our entire cast was given handmade ceramic mugs with each of our names on the side.  Hopefully it gets back home in one piece!  We then departed for a famous castle ruin near Zell.  A local professor and expert on this particular castle gave us a tour of the old ruin.  My first German castle experience!  We climbed to the top of the ruin almost 60 feet above the base and had an amazing view of the surrounding cities.  It was built atop a hill to give the castle views of all the land under its control.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZZHCUw5tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/svomOGgr-Cg/s1600-h/P1030137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZZHCUw5tI/AAAAAAAAAMc/svomOGgr-Cg/s200/P1030137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126883203225806546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time, but it was absolutely freezing and rain was falling that I couldn’t believe hadn’t turned to snow.  That night we arrived at a monastery in Zell where our staff held a hunger dinner/banquet for our cast.  I’ll do the best I can in explaining what this was…&lt;br /&gt;   Basically our group had an activity earlier that day where 100 coins were spread on the ground.  We were told to grab as many as we could until all the coins were picked up.  Then we had the opportunity to give away as little or as many coins as we would like.  Then for the hunger banquet, we were split into 3 groups based on the number of coins we had.  Around 15% of the group with the most coins sat at a table in the room, 40% were in chairs on the other side of the room, and the last 45% were in the middle of the room on the floor.  These groups were a good representation of the upper, middle, and lower class/poor in the world.  We had a presentation on hunger and poverty &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZZeiUw5uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/E6ShI8PjNPQ/s1600-h/P1030243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZZeiUw5uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/E6ShI8PjNPQ/s200/P1030243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126883606952732386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as we stayed in our groups.  Then the group representing the upper class began to be served food by the staff.  They had a 3-course meal with bottled water, soda, bread…anything they needed.  Then the middle class group (my group) was allowed to get up and get their meal, which consisted of basic cooked pinto beans and rice.  We also had water poured into a small glass and our meal was on a plate with a fork.  Last, the lower class group was allowed rice out of a big pot, which they had to eat on a napkin with their hands.  They were given a large pot of hot water to serve themselves with a ladle.  The point of the activity was to obviously represent what really happens with hunger in the world.  We heard stories from cast members who had really experienced these kinds of tough conditions in their lives.  I wish I could explain the entire banquet better, but it would be tough to give it justice.  I would say I was definitely affected by this activity.&lt;br /&gt;   On Friday we toured a museum in Zell that depicted the typical farm family from that&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZbDiUw5xI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JPv_QPAzEeE/s1600-h/P1030306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZbDiUw5xI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JPv_QPAzEeE/s200/P1030306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126885342119520018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; area in history.  We then when on a 8 km hike through the black forest which took around 2 hours.  It was beautiful…the black forest is so thick and totally different from the mountains of Colorado.  We ended the hike at a restaurant where we ate some great German food were entertained by an accordion player.  That night, my host family took Michael and I to their local Football &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZaeSUw5vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kabDrDjTVfg/s1600-h/PICT0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZaeSUw5vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/kabDrDjTVfg/s200/PICT0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126884702169392882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;soccer) Club.  They were celebrating Oktoberfest that night; so many people were dressed up in Lederhosen.  My dreams were answered when I realized that you could actually get a 1-liter beer in Germany…not a myth.  Lets just say it was the most stereotypical German night of my life…&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZawyUw5wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rH0t3i0VN64/s1600-h/PICT0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RyZawyUw5wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rH0t3i0VN64/s200/PICT0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126885019996972802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beer, bratwurst, lederhosen, drinking songs, drinking contests…awesome!  &lt;br /&gt;   So this blog is already way to long…I hope some people were able to make it to the end.  Were heading north to Prenzlau Germany in what used to be the DDR when the Berlin wall was still up.  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On Monday morning, departing Milan, Italy, my roommate Sayuri and I went to the wrong departure location, missed the bus, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxujCQnFpRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mwr8omeXuD0/s1600-h/P1010841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxujCQnFpRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mwr8omeXuD0/s200/P1010841.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123868260278052114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and had to find our way by train to Switzerland.  As horrible as that may sound, we enjoyed our train ride through Northern Italy into Switzerland...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxuj7gnFpSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tNNiQGC5__Y/s1600-h/P1010892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxuj7gnFpSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tNNiQGC5__Y/s200/P1010892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123869243825562914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;passing beautiful countryside such as Lake Como.  We also passed through a great deal of tunnels entering the Swiss Alps, including one measuring 18 km…the longest in Europe.  By the end of the day, we were together again with our cast in the city of Luzern, Switzerland.  &lt;br /&gt;     Luzern is an amazing city surrounded by mountains and beside a large alpine lake.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxukiwnFpTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LuVdQiwyR1A/s1600-h/P1010922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxukiwnFpTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LuVdQiwyR1A/s200/P1010922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123869918135428402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our host family codes, upon arrival Monday afternoon, were different types of Swiss chocolate.  This meant that all the host families had a certain Swiss chocolate with them and we had to match it with the chocolate written on our allocation sheet.  I found my host dad Enzo with the pistachio chocolate I was searching for.  He lived in a flat just a 10-minute walk from the main downtown in Luzern.  To my luck, after having the ability to speak no English in Italy, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxulPwnFpUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/faFdP9SnxZQ/s1600-h/P1020116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxulPwnFpUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/faFdP9SnxZQ/s200/P1020116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123870691229541698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enzo could speak great English.  His parents were originally from Italy, but he has lived in Switzerland his entire life.  To go back to my missing the bus story, another problem was that I had put my bags on the UWP equipment truck before leaving and because of problems with border papers, it never made it to Switzerland until Thursday night…Tough to wear the clothes on your back for 4 straight days...Thanks to Enzo for the extra clothing.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we had a regional learning day.  We loaded a boat from Luzern for a 2-hour ride to the base of Mt. Pilatus. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxul7wnFpVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gcK9iEecrWs/s1600-h/P1010961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxul7wnFpVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gcK9iEecrWs/s200/P1010961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123871447143785810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a cold morning, but a beautiful ride with the fog coming off the lake and the green countryside all around the water.  At Mt. Pilatus we loaded what I learned to be the steepest cog railway in the world.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxumnAnFpWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mqDhX0VFVGc/s1600-h/P1020037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxumnAnFpWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mqDhX0VFVGc/s200/P1020037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123872190173128034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It reaches a slope of 49 degrees at one point.  At the top of the mountain, we would have enjoyed an amazing view, but the fog was so thick that I didn’t give us much.  There was a man playing an alpine horn, so I got to check that Swiss stereotype off my list.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxundgnFpXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0PaR3GBYALU/s1600-h/P1020045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxundgnFpXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0PaR3GBYALU/s200/P1020045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123873126475998578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rode down on the other side of the mountain inside a large gondola and stopped at another point to ride the alpine slide.&lt;br /&gt;    So…my next 2 days in Luzern may have been the best of the entire tour.  I decided to sign up for a special CI (Community Impact) project with room for just 10 students.  We were going up to a farm high in the Alps to work and stay the night for 2 days with a Swiss family.  It was a 30-minute drive outside Luzern, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxuoXAnFpZI/AAAAAAAAALE/nf5v3qzR5n8/s1600-h/P1050246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxuoXAnFpZI/AAAAAAAAALE/nf5v3qzR5n8/s200/P1050246.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123874114318476690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the only access to their home was by a 4-person gondola that seemed to climb a mile up the mountain.   When we got to the top, we were told that our work site was another 40-minute hike, higher up onto the mountainside.  It was cold and foggy, but the most beautiful hike I have ever made.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxun4QnFpYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GDeT9Yc9T0w/s1600-h/PICT0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxun4QnFpYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GDeT9Yc9T0w/s200/PICT0243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123873586037499266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see in the pictures the green mountainside, waterfalls, amazing vistas, and autumn leaves.  I stopped nearly every step to try and take the whole experience in.  The work, as expected, was difficult!  Our job would be twofold…clear one of the large fields on the mountainside of all small pine trees, and dig a massive trench to lay a water pipe for the barn near where we were working.  Those cutting trees had to be careful because of the steep slope in which they were working on.  After sawing a tree, they would tumble down the side of the mountain…extremely exciting to watch.  As for the ditch, it was the rockiest, muddiest, most ridiculous soil I have ever attempted to dig in.  Our stats for the day: 4 broken pick axes, 2 broken shovels!  The food we were served was amazing.  My favorite was the “Alpine Macaroni” as it is translated.  Massive amounts of Swiss cheese, potatoes, and onions cooked in.  Most everything we ate was from the farm.  Salad grown on the farm, homemade dressing, milk straight from the cow, fresh churned butter…it was heavenly.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxup0QnFpbI/AAAAAAAAALU/vRep3SAuWdw/s1600-h/PICT0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxup0QnFpbI/AAAAAAAAALU/vRep3SAuWdw/s200/PICT0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123875716341278130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I even had the opportunity to milk my first cow.  It was so hard!  You need to grip the utter in the perfect way to get milk out.  I sprayed all over myself!  It’s really warm and kind of awkward!  If you have good form and aim, it’s easy to squirt the people watching.  The milk was separated from the cream, and then we literally just boiled it and drank it warm.  Tastes nothing like the normal milk anyone is used to.  I prefer mine with coco mix!  &lt;br /&gt;The family we were staying with had 2 children.  The fathers name was Zep and only spoke Swiss-German.  He was probably the most legitimate mountain man I have ever met.   The farm has been in their family for four generations.  They literally own an entire mountainside; I think it was about 40,000 acres.  Everything they do at their farm is for them…nothing is sold.  They are basically fully self-sustained.  I was so tired after 2 days of work, but so completely satisfied by the entire experience.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was show day in Luzern.  Earlier in the afternoon we had a German culture presentation by our German cast member to prepare us for the next 2 cities.  The only difference in our show for the week was that the MC’s were done entirely in German, and we added a short Swiss song that everyone in the audience knew.  We had a great time with a large crowd including over 80 Swiss UWP alumni in attendance.  More amazing was to see Zep and his entire family at the show…it was so cool that they decided to come.  &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my host dad Enzo and I took a trip to Zurich.  It’s one of the largest cities in Switzerland, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxuqbQnFpcI/AAAAAAAAALc/lE3CXyZufj0/s1600-h/P1030030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxuqbQnFpcI/AAAAAAAAALc/lE3CXyZufj0/s200/P1030030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123876386356176322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and famous for being home to the bulk of the major Swiss banks.  We first visited one of the famous chocolate shops and ate some of the best, and most expensive, chocolate I have ever had.  We then went to Enzo’s favorite Bratwurst stand to eat and have a beer.  T&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxuq0QnFpdI/AAAAAAAAALk/3bMpPBmF1NQ/s1600-h/P1030040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rxuq0QnFpdI/AAAAAAAAALk/3bMpPBmF1NQ/s200/P1030040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123876815852905938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey eat their Bratwurst by itself with a bread roll on the side…delicious.  I also tried Maroni, which is a type of chestnut, cooked over coals.  It’s a winter snack that warms up your entire body.  That night we ate dinner at Enzo’s girlfriend Claudia’s house.  We had a famous Swiss dish Raclette, which is melted cheese with potatoes.  There is a hot tray in the middle of the table with slots to melt you cheese, and then you drizzle the cheese over potatoes.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxurKQnFpeI/AAAAAAAAALs/YaiTVUE_8Bg/s1600-h/P1030059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxurKQnFpeI/AAAAAAAAALs/YaiTVUE_8Bg/s200/P1030059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123877193810028002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enzo and Claudio also presented me with an awesome Swiss army knife before I left.  The perfect gift from their country!  Shout out to Enzo and Claudia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Tips:  &lt;br /&gt;1. Don’t try to make small purchases with your debit or credit card…I tried to purchase stamps and postcards with mine and both my host dad as well as the person behind the counter literally laughed at me.  &lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t visit Switzerland unless your planning on gaining some weight…the Swiss food is great and you are likely to eat a pound of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Beware of stinky Swiss cheese.  Almost every cheese is amazing, but there are exceptions…be careful!&lt;br /&gt;4.     Spongebob Squarepants is way funnier to watch in German!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the Zell am Harmersbach, Germany…If you made it through this blog, Congrats!  Hope to hear from everyone…make a comment or send an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your interested in some more pictures from Switzerland...visit http://flagler.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2019182&amp;l=95a7e&amp;id=29800101&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-6688841463342641470?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/6688841463342641470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=6688841463342641470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/6688841463342641470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/6688841463342641470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/10/living-dream-in-luzern.html' title='&quot;Living the Dream&quot; in Luzern...'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxujCQnFpRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/mwr8omeXuD0/s72-c/P1010841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-2680685243334958067</id><published>2007-10-15T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:07.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast B in Europe - Milano, Italiano!!!</title><content type='html'>Ciao!  I apologize for how late this update is, but I have quickly realized that the Internet is not as accessible some places in Europe as it is in the States. That being said, for those of you who don’t already know, my Up With People tour has left the US and I spent the last week in the North of Italy.  Here is our travel summary from Las Vegas, Nevada to Milan, Italy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 28 hour bus ride (including stops) from Las Vegas to Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;• 12 hour wait for our flight, spent by the cast in the airport…although I was picked up by my brother Chris and spent the day with him.  Shout out to you brother!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxNV0gnFpAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/054naQO-uOo/s1600-h/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxNV0gnFpAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/054naQO-uOo/s200/P1010521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121531561845826562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;• 10 hour flight direct to London&lt;br /&gt;• 5 hour layover in the airport&lt;br /&gt;• 3 hour flight to Milan, Italy&lt;br /&gt;• 1 hour bus ride to our cast drop-off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together, our total travel time was clocked at 61 hours.  We spent the night in a gym because we had arrived so late.  By the time we were up and going, it was Wednesday morning…remember, we left Vegas Saturday at midnight.  No bed for 4 nights!  But enough whining about our travels…we were in Italy!  &lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we went to downtown Milan and did some sightseeing and a scavenger hunt.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxNXawnFpBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b1uQX251VxY/s1600-h/P1010629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxNXawnFpBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/b1uQX251VxY/s200/P1010629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121533318487450642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to take pictures of our home team doing different things around the city.  Downtown Milan is so beautiful with amazing old architecture.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxT_swnFpCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rZP21JXbcbw/s1600-h/P1010650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxT_swnFpCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rZP21JXbcbw/s200/P1010650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121999820655272994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We visited one of the most famous churches in Italy.  I met my host family on Wednesday night.  My roommate was Sayuri from Japan, and we stayed with an amazing Italian family.  Our host Mom and her husband lived in one part of the house with their 3 young children and in another part of the house lived her brother and his wife whom had 2 young children.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUCEwnFpGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/upfpT1zBkaI/s1600-h/P1010812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUCEwnFpGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/upfpT1zBkaI/s200/P1010812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122002431995389026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They didn’t speak any English except for Mateo who spoke just a bit.  It was a tough task to try and communicate even the simplest topics.  I remember one night spending 15 minutes trying figure out when were leaving the house in the morning.  That being said, I felt that we were able to bond with one another on a different level than other host families whom I could have a normal conversation with&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUcAAnFpOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qhfX2fuotco/s1600-h/P1010759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUcAAnFpOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qhfX2fuotco/s200/P1010759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122030937693332706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;We ate the best Italian food you could ever experience.  Here is what my lunch consisted of on Sunday; hand made pasta with fresh tomato sauce, octopus, salad, homemade bread, fresh caught tuna cooked over coals, tiramisu, and cake with fruit…of course lots of vino (wine), and bubbly water.  It took 3 hours to eat lunch, and I was so tired afterwards that I feel asleep until it was time for dinner!  That’s my idea of a good day! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUcqQnFpPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EQLSkEixF98/s1600-h/P1010784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUcqQnFpPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/EQLSkEixF98/s200/P1010784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122031663542805746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our CI day in Italy.  Our cast worked in some elementary age schools and a school for the mentally disabled.  I went with our admissions team to do promotions at the main University campus in Milan.  It was a daunting task to talk with students about our program and the show.  I learned a few phrases to explain UWP, but if they started asking questions I had no idea what to say…quite an adventure.  Our show day came earlier than usual in the week, being on Friday.  I rode the train, then subway, and finally walked to find the show site in a nearby city.  We had to ask for directions about 8 times, but I was with Lesley and Clara who both speak Spanish, so they were able to communicate in some broken Italian.  Our show on Friday night started at 9:00, which I guess in Italian means start showing up around 9:15.  We had a sold out crowd with some people even standing against the walls.  Our cast performed 3 songs in Italian and I even delivered my MC in Italian…although I forgot my lines and had to pull a note card out of my jacket.  Someone later told me after the show that it was all right I spoke poor Italian because, “bad Italian sounds sexy.”  Good thing!  The Italian audience was great and chanted for our first Encore, which we had been preparing for in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was an internal education day with also a culture presentation on Switzerland.  We had letters returned to us that we wrote 3 months ago in Denver staging.  They were “letters to ourselves” talking about where we hoped we would be at this point in the tour.  It was a great moment of reflection for our cast.  That evening was going to be a free BTS (backing track show) for people in the small town we were staying…although we had such a huge response for the show that we decided to do another full performance.  It was an exhausting day, but I’m glad we had the opportunity to give back to the community with this full performance.  The highlight for me was singing, “What Color is God’s Skin” in Italian with the entire audience singing along.  It was a really cool moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;European Comments: &lt;br /&gt;1. So seriously, Italian Gelato is just as good as it’s hyped up to be.  I’m pretty sure I could eat that stuff every day of the week.  &lt;br /&gt;2. Beware of European breakfast.  People told me it was pretty scarce…but seriously?  I had these little mini toast things that were the size of small cracker each morning…&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUA6wnFpDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PvhO1wJenlo/s1600-h/P1010679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUA6wnFpDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/PvhO1wJenlo/s200/P1010679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122001160685069362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tough situation for an avid breakfast eater like myself.  What I would do for an Ego waffle right now! &lt;br /&gt;3. One Italian espresso = the strength of 3 Starbucks espresso’s!  Size can be deceiving…&lt;br /&gt;4. Europeans try to play tricks on foreigners by hiding every toilet flush button in a different place.  I’ve seen them on the toilet, on the floor, on the wall, hanging from the ceiling, some I just stopped searching&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUGOgnFpJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NQrpVy_KD5I/s1600-h/P1010828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxUGOgnFpJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NQrpVy_KD5I/s200/P1010828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122006997545624722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for after a while…beware, and be smart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now…On to Switzerland we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-2680685243334958067?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/2680685243334958067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=2680685243334958067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/2680685243334958067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/2680685243334958067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/10/cast-b-in-europe-milano-italiano.html' title='Cast B in Europe - Milano, Italiano!!!'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RxNV0gnFpAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/054naQO-uOo/s72-c/P1010521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-7262906465318883459</id><published>2007-09-29T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:08.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Portland and Viva Las Vegas!</title><content type='html'>The last 2 weeks of our tour have completely flown by!  Because I have a full 3 days of travel in front of me, on our way to Italy, I've decided to sum the last couple weeks into one post.  We were in Portland for a full 6 days.  During our stay, we were involved with a variety of CI (Community Impact) projects.  The first was called "project homeless connect".  It was held at the Portland convention center, and was basically a one-stop shop for any help and services that low income/homeless individuals and families might need.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHKSgnFo3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/clCyKV-AkT4/s1600-h/P1010317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHKSgnFo3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/clCyKV-AkT4/s200/P1010317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116593071009932146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were medical services, job and housing services, free haircuts, food, counseling, bike repair...and much, much more!  Our cast volunteered in many different areas of the convention center with whatever needed to be done.  It's always hard for me to see the young kids and families who are struggling or even living on the streets.  I feel like it's expected to see some of the "typical" looking homeless men, but for a large part it was people who looked just like you and me.  Another CI we were involved with took place at a home for women who have experienced assault.  It was a kind of hideaway where the women could stay by themselves, or sometimes with their children.  Our group did mostly painting and outside yard work.  I attempted to read the book, "where the wild things roam" in Spanish to a little boy who's mother was from Mexico.  I had Clara from Mexico with me to clear up any words that I couldn’t pronounce.  Our host family in Portland lived in the older revitalized district of the city, which had great restaurants, and shops.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHKkAnFo4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hBGb8YazWKc/s1600-h/P1010279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHKkAnFo4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hBGb8YazWKc/s200/P1010279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116593371657642882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was hosted with Lucas from Belgium, Megan from Minnesota, Maria from Sweden, and my good friend Cassidy Shelsta from Broomfield.  Probably one of the most interesting parts of the week was the ongoing education workshop.  We were talking about the Environment, and our effects on it.  We began by watching the movie, "An inconvenient truth."  It was a movie that I probably would have never watched had it not been for this workshop.  For those of you not familiar with the movie, it's narrated by Al Gore, and outlines the major environmental issues impacting our world.  I feel like it had a major impact on me.  Whether you believe in the so titled "global warming" happening to our earth, the facts of negative environmental changes in the world are clear.  The major part of this workshop was when it was announced that we would be given a trash bag for the next 4 days that we had to carry with us and keep any trash that we produced.  With the exception of bathroom trash, anything down to the apple core that we would normally toss out had to go in the bag.  I wasn’t exactly happy when I heard about this, but by the end of the week it was extremely impactful to realize the amount of trash that one person can produce.  More so than ever, I just tried to keep my trash to a minimum.  Wherever we went I tried to stay away from paper plates, cups, rappers...whatever I could avoid putting in my trash bag.  My mom and brother came down from Seattle for our show's on Saturday.  We had a double show day in Portland, which is always exhausting, but non-the-less a great time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHK9wnFo5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/aZbdXhVfGUM/s1600-h/P1010348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHK9wnFo5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/aZbdXhVfGUM/s200/P1010348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116593814039274386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately there was no free day in Portland, because on Sunday we had to leave for what turned out to be our 24 hour bus ride to Las Vegas.  We broke down twice which added 4 or 5 extra hours to our travels.  I guess it was bound to happen!  Our stay in Vegas was filled &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHLVQnFo6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/SuVZT29ggPc/s1600-h/P1010403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHLVQnFo6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/SuVZT29ggPc/s200/P1010403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116594217766200226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with many "stand for peace" projects in the local elementary and middle schools.  We did 2 full days in the school complete with a BTS (Backing track show) in the afternoon.  One of the shows had 1400 middle school students with a ridiculous amount of energy!  It was a great ending to our United States tour.  We spent some time during our stay in Vegas wrapping up our tour, talking about where we have come from, and looking on to the second half of our travels.  It was nice to look back on all of the amazing experiences that we have already shared together...and we still haven't left the US. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHL6gnFo7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/4s7x8wgW2jg/s1600-h/P1010431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHL6gnFo7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/4s7x8wgW2jg/s200/P1010431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116594857716327346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our speakers during the week was Mr. Rappaport, the President and COO of the Luxor hotel and casino...(the pyramid with the light coming out the top).  He gave a great speech about leadership and his experiences working in the industry.  Maybe one of the most influential experiences thus far on our tour happened in Las Vegas.  We had the great opportunity to join the largest Muslim Mosk in Vegas during their breaking of fast for the holiday of Ramadan.  We arrived and had an hour Q and A with the president of the Mosk. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHMRQnFo8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/cy3eyf3-QGg/s1600-h/P1010482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHMRQnFo8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/cy3eyf3-QGg/s200/P1010482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116595248558351298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We talked about the ideas behind Muslim faith amongst other things.  We then split into separate groups based on gender, with the men going to the front of the sanctuary and the women in the back.  There was a man singing the words of the Koran and the people in the mosk prayed by standing and then going to their knees.  Myself and some others in the cast joined the men in the front and prayed.  It was an incredible experience.  We then stayed in our separate gender groups and broke fast by having an &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHMfgnFo9I/AAAAAAAAAII/BNG4O0rteyE/s1600-h/P1010495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHMfgnFo9I/AAAAAAAAAII/BNG4O0rteyE/s200/P1010495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116595493371487186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afghanistan prepared meal.  It was a massive spread of amazing foods.  We spent the rest of the evening mingling with the men and women.  I'm sure this is the beginning of an important and timely &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHM-AnFo_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/p5K-gtaMNHY/s1600-h/P1010512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHM-AnFo_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/p5K-gtaMNHY/s200/P1010512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116596017357497330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;relationship between Up with People and the Muslim faith.  &lt;br /&gt;Our show was on Friday night at an outdoor amphitheater that seated 2500.  We filled it about half way and had a great show.  My dad was in town doing some business and meeting with prospective sponsors, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHMrwnFo-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oaZ5b8AooZc/s1600-h/P1010504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHMrwnFo-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oaZ5b8AooZc/s200/P1010504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116595703824884706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so both my parents got to see the show as well.  Another fun part of the week was my first gambling experiences and coming away from Vegas up $120 at the casinos.  I guess I better not think it's always going to turn out that way.  We left Las Vegas Saturday night at midnight and traveled 30 hours bus ride (including stops) to Seattle, WA.  I'm finishing this Blog as I sit in the airport waiting to board my plane to London where we will have a layover and eventually make it to Milan, Italy on Tuesday night.  I can't tell you how excited I am to be heading to Europe for the next 6 weeks and then off to Asia.  I hope you have enjoyed reading and I'll be hoping to write something each week in Europe.  So for now...Arrivederci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-7262906465318883459?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/7262906465318883459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=7262906465318883459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/7262906465318883459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/7262906465318883459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-portland-and-viva-las-vegas.html' title='Beautiful Portland and Viva Las Vegas!'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RwHKSgnFo3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/clCyKV-AkT4/s72-c/P1010317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-4406241683304871159</id><published>2007-09-16T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:09.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>West Coast Memories...</title><content type='html'>This last week has gone by so fast, but what another amazing stay.  We had a split week, with the first stop in Eureka, California.  Eureka is located in the very northern part of California on the coast.  We arrived on Monday after a trip through Redwood National Park.  The bus stopped at a ranger station and gave us 3 hours to explore, so Rasmus from Denmark and I decided to find a trail and go for a hike.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rv7FNQnFo2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MJFueRmNLEs/s1600-h/n735725071_1347816_5102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rv7FNQnFo2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MJFueRmNLEs/s200/n735725071_1347816_5102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115743058327348066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended up making our way about 4 miles through some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life.  If you've never seen this part of the country, just picture 200+ foot tall trees with a width of up to 60 feet around at the trunk!  These trees were absolutely massive...the trail went over, under, and even through some of them.  We obviously took advantage of our surroundings and tried to take the most ridiculous pictures we could.  &lt;br /&gt;For our stay in Eureka, I was hosted with Maria from Sweden,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg50wnFovI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N_CyoXBeQ7U/s1600-h/P1010187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg50wnFovI/AAAAAAAAAGY/N_CyoXBeQ7U/s200/P1010187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113900955444028146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benjamine from Belgium, and Gabe from Tucson.  We stayed with the Fraga Family, who had 3 teenage kids living at home.  On Tuesday, we had Community Impact in Eureka.  Our cast was involved with many projects, including; working with rehabilitation patients, helping out around an elderly home, city beautification, and a redwood park cleanup.  I was apart of a group that did admissions work as well as a BTS (Backing Track Show) at Eureka High School.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg7LgnFowI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nkl7NUZxP6c/s1600-h/P1010186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg7LgnFowI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nkl7NUZxP6c/s200/P1010186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113902445797679874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That afternoon, we did an education workshop on the topic of "values."  We broke up into our home team groups (small groups) of around 8 people and had a "values auction."  Each person had a sheet of paper with different options on it, such as...1. Having a loving spouse 2. Being physically attractive 3. Being famous 4. Having total financial security 5. Peace in your Country...etc.  We had a $1000 budget for the activity, and had to allocate all the money into the 15 or so options on the sheet.  We then had an auction in our group where the highest bidder would win the option.  Some items went for the full budget of $1000, while others went for under $50.  It made us think about our own personal values and which are really important to us.  &lt;br /&gt;Because of our short stay, Wednesday was our show day in Eureka.  We performed at a beautiful venue that was an old restored theater with around 800 seats.  I think it may have been our strongest show to date.  The audience wasn't huge, but the energy was so high and our music and dancing felt really strong.  &lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we traveled to Coos Bay, Oregon, with a long stop at the beautiful Oregon coast in Bandon.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg7xQnFoxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EU1zoRRxNsg/s1600-h/P1010195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg7xQnFoxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EU1zoRRxNsg/s200/P1010195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113903094337741586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Northern California and Oregon have some absolutely incredible coastlines with endless cliffs, caves, and massive rocks coming up out of the water.  In Bandon, we found some sea caves that we explored, and some of the guys battled one another with massive seaweed tentacles that looked like whips. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg8FAnFoyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FP79NEocBQM/s1600-h/P1010198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg8FAnFoyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FP79NEocBQM/s200/P1010198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113903433640157986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Upon arrival in Coos Bay, I was excited to see that my host family allocation was smaller than normal for our short stay...I figured it would be more relaxing.  Our host parents were Cheryl and Eric, who had 2 kids...Abby in 5th grade, and Scott in 3rd.  They were such a fun family with a great house in the forest above downtown Coos Bay.  Stephan from Germany and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg9bAnFo0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/KcGl-eHngpY/s1600-h/P1010227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg9bAnFo0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/KcGl-eHngpY/s200/P1010227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113904911108907842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I were staying together in what we like to refer to as , "The Bachelor Pad."   It was a very small, but quaint, trailer that was located &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg8cgnFozI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3Jod15c6OMo/s1600-h/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg8cgnFozI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3Jod15c6OMo/s200/P1010253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113903837367083826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outside our host family’s garage.  On Friday, part of the cast went and did a beach cleanup/regional learning activity on the coast.  I unfortunately had to be apart of the setup crew at the theater.  Our venue in Coos Bay was the famous Egyptian theater built in the early 1900's.  It was a tough venue because of stage size and awkwardness.  In the old days, stages used to be sloped from back to front...well this stage was so old that it has started to slope the opposite direction.  Not easy to dance on!  That night after setup, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg-uQnFo1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wT4FvRkKJoM/s1600-h/P1010229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rvg-uQnFo1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wT4FvRkKJoM/s200/P1010229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113906341333017426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephan and I went with our host family to Sunset Bay where we sat up on the cliffside and watched hundreds of seals that gather each year on the ocean cliff sides.  On Saturday we did 2 BTS's at a local festival going on in downtown Coos Bay to promote for our show.  We than had a 2:00pm show followed by a 7:00pm show...our first double show day!  It was a crazy long day, but what a fun experience.  On Sunday, we departed for Portland, OR.  It was a whirlwind week moving from place to place.  It's tough to do these short 3 day trips because it doesn’t feel like we have enough time to experience the city.  I'm exhausted, but it was an unforgettable week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-4406241683304871159?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/4406241683304871159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=4406241683304871159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/4406241683304871159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/4406241683304871159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/09/west-coast-memories.html' title='West Coast Memories...'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rv7FNQnFo2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MJFueRmNLEs/s72-c/n735725071_1347816_5102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-7781523912863994024</id><published>2007-09-10T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:10.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winston, OR - Melon Festival 2007</title><content type='html'>After an overnight travel stop in Redding, CA, we arrived in Winston, Oregon on Tuesday afternoon.  You wouldn’t believe the climate change we experienced from our drive out of Central California into Southern Oregon...It was actually a bit cold.  I'm pretty sure you could have missed the town of Winston if you blinked to slow...we thought Corcoran was small, but Winston has a population of below 5,000.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY1cNv5C-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/iev3_9_aG_I/s1600-h/P1000995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY1cNv5C-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/iev3_9_aG_I/s200/P1000995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108829586141547490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will say that it is in one of the most beautiful parts of the Country I have ever seen.  Lush green mountains and rolling hills everywhere you look!  Upon arrival, we had a couple hours before host pickup; so our cast had a number of discussion groups we call, "hot topics."  We could choose between the discussions of capital punishment, euthanasia, abortion, and torture as a use for terrorist.  We set some guidelines for these topics and basically just had a mature discussion regarding people’s views and opinions.  I discussed abortion...It was interesting to hear the views of non-US citizens and how their cultures effected their views on what mostly seemed to be pro-choice vs. pro-life.&lt;br /&gt;For host family allocation and pickup, I was excited to see my great group of roommates for the week.  It was basically a "Man Fest," with my cast manager Jorn from Germany, show manager Gabe from Tucson, Jeremiah from Wisconsin, Louis from Panama, and Jeremy from Montana.  Our host parents Karl and Deb lived in the next town over from Winston, although only about a 5-minute drive.  Their home was up in the mountains with 6 acres of land.  They had 80 or so chickens, roosters, geese, ducks, rabbits, 3 cows, and 2 dogs.  It was awesome, and such a relaxing home out in the "Boon docks" as they said.  Wednesday was the start of what would be a busy week in Winston.   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuYzcNv5C7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Rw8V0WCwHFk/s1600-h/P1000960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuYzcNv5C7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Rw8V0WCwHFk/s200/P1000960.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108827387118291890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our CI activities began in the morning and I was apart of a group that attempted to build a float for the Winston Melon Festival Parade.  They basically gave me a couple roles of chicken wire and some paper machee...I called my host dad Karl and he came to the park where we were to try and salvage what I had already built.  A newspaper reporter came by to take some pictures of our progress and when he asked who had the vision for our float, I basically just acted like it was someone else.  That afternoon we got a special tour of "Wildlife Safari," a wildlife preserve north of Winston.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuYz_Nv5C8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/l_6j1dZ99iQ/s1600-h/P1000877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuYz_Nv5C8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/l_6j1dZ99iQ/s200/P1000877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108827988413713346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The preserve is home to everything from lions, bears, and hippos, to llamas, zebras, and giraffes.  Wildlife Safari actually has one of the most successful cheetah rehabilitation programs in the world.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday and Friday we did a total of 3 "Stand for Peace" programs.  My group of 3 was in a classroom of 7th, 4th, and 3rd graders at a number of schools in the Winston area.  The kids had a great time and we were able to perform two BTS (backing track shows) for the schools.  I really find our "Stand for Peace" program extremely relevant and effective for the students we work with.  Having us work one on one with them in the classroom, and then being able to associate it with the show we perform in the afternoon, seems to make a lasting impact.  That night we went for a swim in the river near our host families home.  Our host dad had to stay back and finish some work, but he wanted us to be safe from any cougars or other animals...so I carried a massive machete and Jeremiah had a 22 pistol strapped to his leg.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY2htv5DAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dsQi2zNfUpk/s1600-h/P1000945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY2htv5DAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dsQi2zNfUpk/s200/P1000945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108830780142455810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say we felt pretty tough.  Even better, when we got back that night, our host dad let us shot his powder rifle.  It was a replica of a civil war rifle that we had to pour powder into and then pound the bullet in.  Definitely the loudest gun I have ever shot, and the spark and smoke were so awesome.  &lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon was the beginning of the Winston Melon Festival, our main sponsor and the reason for UWP being brought to Winston.  We helped out with concessions, our UWP booth, kids activities, anything that was needed.  It's a fairly small rural festival, but a lot of fun to be apart of.  We arrived at the Melon Festival early Saturday morning for rehearsal, and then headed out for the Melon Festival Parade.  We had our float, which ended up looking great, and the cast walking behind with international flags waving.  We looped UWP music and performed "Keep the Beat" in front of the judges.  We even took home the trophy for judge’s choice!  We spent the day at the Melon Festival doing more volunteer help with whatever was needed.  I signed up to judge the ugly knee contest, but I ended up competing and took home the prize for sexiest knees at the Festival...One of my most coveted accomplishments to date. (*There were 6 people in the contest)&lt;br /&gt;Our show that night was at 8:00 pm and we actually had a local band open up for us playing an hour set.  The venue was out doors and a huge turnout for Winston with around 1,200 people in attendance.  People brought their blankets and chairs and sat out on the grass lawn in front of the stage.  It felt great to perform a show in the cool air and not have to be dripping with sweat like usual.  Sunday was our free day and my host parents loaded us up in the car to go up to Crater Lake.  It's an ancient volcano that collapsed long ago and has formed a massive lake.  It's the deepest lake in the United States at just less than 2,000 feet in some spots.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY02Nv5C9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/XHh93djfKkI/s1600-h/P1010015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY02Nv5C9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/XHh93djfKkI/s200/P1010015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108828933306518482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most crystal clear blue water you have ever seen.  On the way, we also visited some beautiful Oregon waterfalls.  It was an incredible day to see the beauty of this area.  Winston was another great city with so much to offer.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY13tv5C_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/o47kPJh8ROM/s1600-h/P1000997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY13tv5C_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/o47kPJh8ROM/s200/P1000997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108830058587950066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks again to my host parents Karl and Deb for all they did to make our stay so wonderful.  I think that's all for now, were off to Eureka, CA and the Great Redwood Forests of northern California...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-7781523912863994024?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/7781523912863994024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=7781523912863994024' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/7781523912863994024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/7781523912863994024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/09/winston-or-melon-festival-2007.html' title='Winston, OR - Melon Festival 2007'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RuY1cNv5C-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/iev3_9_aG_I/s72-c/P1000995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-2126295762661112300</id><published>2007-09-02T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:12.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the salad bowl of America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtue0Nv5CwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nJ4ufqCRcm0/s1600-h/P1000707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtue0Nv5CwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nJ4ufqCRcm0/s320/P1000707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105849222435506946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       To say that Corcoran is the agricultural capital of California would be an understatement.  We arrived in this small farming town with a population of 12,000 on Monday afternoon.  We were welcomed by an entourage of motorcycles, fire trucks, and a police escort that lead our caravan into town, blocking off incoming street.  The mayor of Corcoran addressed us at the YMCA, where we met our host families and enjoyed a potluck dinner.  My host parents during our week here were John and Joyce Jones.  Along with myself, they also hosted Christine, our vocal coach from Connecticut, and Alecs from Romania.  We didn’t waste any time in Corcoran...on Tuesday we woke up bright and early to spend the day with 1st and 2nd grade classes in the Corcoran Unified School District.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtuh99v5CxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lP-jI0U17uk/s1600-h/P1000665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtuh99v5CxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lP-jI0U17uk/s200/P1000665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105852688474114834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We spent 2 hours doing our “Stand for Peace” program in two classes throughout the morning.  My group of 3 cast members had a great time interacting with these young students.  Corcoran unfortunately has gang problems within their schools, and while this wasn't as evident with the younger kids, it would be more apparent in the coming days.  Our SFP activities were centered on the promotion of peace, diversity and non-violence.  There was a great willingness to participate from our classrooms.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtuiodv5CyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I4QHo32xzUQ/s1600-h/P1000668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtuiodv5CyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I4QHo32xzUQ/s200/P1000668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105853418618555170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We asked one question during an activity called “Take a Stand” that challenged the students to choose whether they would go to school or not if they were no longer required too.  The overall answer was “No.”  It was heartbreaking to hear the comments of some of these 5 and 6 year olds who told me they wouldn’t continue coming to school because they were picked on or didn’t have any friends.  I couldn’t believe children this young even had to think about these kinds of issues.   We even spent lunch having a delicious school cafeteria meal with the kids; all right maybe it wasn't so delicious…But I did drink 4 mini cartons of chocolate milk!  After lunch we performed 2 BTS (Backing Track Shows) one after the other for the 1st and 2nd grade students.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtujDNv5CzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LLbhmSXkkQ4/s1600-h/P1000678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtujDNv5CzI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LLbhmSXkkQ4/s200/P1000678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105853878180055858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find that the entire experience for the students, from working with us in the classroom to seeing us on stage, is very special to them.  The association between what we say in the classroom and what we do on stage can make a lasting impact.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, we had the chance to tour the JG Boswell Ranch in Corcoran.  They are one of the largest agriculture ranches in the country, with a total area of around 20 square miles.  They’re major crops are cotton and tomatoes.  We toured the ranch starting in the cotton fields, where we decided that cotton mustaches are all the rage! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtuk4tv5C1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/yAzK-uxFp1I/s1600-h/P1000710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtuk4tv5C1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/yAzK-uxFp1I/s200/P1000710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105855896814685010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  JG Boswell accounts for over 80% of the Pima cotton grown in the United States.   After seeing the cotton growing in the fields, we went to the massive cotton gin, where the cotten is cleaned and seperated from the seeds in a lengthy process.  Eli Whitney would be so proud!  They package the cotton into 500 pound bricks before they're sent away.   We found out that cotton smashed into a 500 pound &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtulMtv5C2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/hKC77eUBrAo/s1600-h/P1000719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtulMtv5C2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/hKC77eUBrAo/s200/P1000719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105856240412068706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brick is no longer as soft as one would like.  We also got to experience the tomato harvesting that was happening the day we visited the ranch.  Tomatoes are collected by a machine that seperates them from the rest of the plant and then dumps them by conveyer belt into massive trucks.  These tomatos are used for paste instead of being sold for regular consumer consumption.  We ate some right off the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtujcdv5C0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fu_47Xoq69U/s1600-h/P1000694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtujcdv5C0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/fu_47Xoq69U/s200/P1000694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105854311971752770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ground and they were delicious.  It was such a memorable experience to see a farming operation of this scale at the JG Boswell Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was more "Stand for Peace" in the Corcoran middle schools.  We had 6th and 8th grade classes that were more difficult to work with than the younger children.  As I said before, it was apparent of the gang problems within the schools.  Many students were apprehensive to participate and it made the activities more difficult to mediate.  I ended up beat boxing in my class rooms to try and "win over" the students who seemed too cool for our other activities.  That ended up helping and getting more attention.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtul7dv5C4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R8aVJI2cpWA/s1600-h/P1000762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtul7dv5C4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/R8aVJI2cpWA/s200/P1000762.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105857043570953090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That afternoon we did a BTS for over 900 students.  Apparently we gained celebrity status in Corcoran, because after the show I signed about 75 autographs...It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday evening we also worked with the students at a YMCA after school program.  I was with some of the 5 and 6 year olds, who we played games with and drew awesome pictures.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtuljNv5C3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/h74GK2JoZIk/s1600-h/P1000732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtuljNv5C3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/h74GK2JoZIk/s200/P1000732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105856626959125362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a relaxing day at the YMCA in Corcoran.  We heard from a female warden who works at the California State Prison in Corcoran.  It's the largest single compound prison in the world with around 10,000 inmates.  Even Charles Manson is staying there!  In the afternoon we had the great honor of competing in the hometeam water olympics.  We split into teams of around 8 cast member where we competed in such events as &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtumQdv5C5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vZiyDM2JLjA/s1600-h/P1000792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtumQdv5C5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vZiyDM2JLjA/s200/P1000792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105857404348205970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sancronized swimming, diving for rings, and swimming relays.  It was so much fun and a nice day to be swimming as it was around 110 degrees in Corcoran. &lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that one morning this week we had to get up at 4:30 AM to do a live TV spot for the Fresno, CA station.  After waiting 2 hours for the lightning to go away, we finally decided to shot.  As we did it started pouring rain and we did the entire performance with sheets of rain coming down.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtunZdv5C6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iSnsHOuS6Do/s1600-h n550738059_265308_5978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtunZdv5C6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iSnsHOuS6Do/s200/n550738059_265308_5978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105858658478656418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so tired and completely annoyed, but atleast we got a funny story out of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show on Saturday night was in the John Muir middle school gymnasium...The largest venue in Corcoran.  We brought in a stage and rented over 1,000 chairs for seating.  The show was packed and went great except for the fact that we had to choose between having lights or air conditioning.  Obviously we had to turn the AC off, and that made the entire gym a giant sauna.  Emily Aldrich and her family came down from San Francisco to watch Cassidy and I perform!  Corcoran was quite an amazing experience for a small town.  I won't forget the impact this city made on me.  Talk to you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-2126295762661112300?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/2126295762661112300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=2126295762661112300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/2126295762661112300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/2126295762661112300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-salad-bowl-of-america_02.html' title='Welcome to the salad bowl of America!'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rtue0Nv5CwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nJ4ufqCRcm0/s72-c/P1000707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-8585197110176566363</id><published>2007-08-27T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:13.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>We left Sierra Vista, Arizona Monday morning in an interesting way.  Apparently the bus departure time had changed the night before from 8:00 to 7:30 AM, and our group of 6 never got the message.  We recieved a call as we were leaving our host families house that the bus was pulling out without us for San Diego.  Our host family, committed to getting us to the next city, chased the bus about 15 miles down the highway, where we were able to get it to stop on the side of the road.  It was quite the exciting, well stressful, morning out of Sierra Vista.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOhWtv5CgI/AAAAAAAAACM/eKBH3Ua2mEg/s1600-h/P1000472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOhWtv5CgI/AAAAAAAAACM/eKBH3Ua2mEg/s200/P1000472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103600214350563842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took about 8 hours to drive from Arizona into San Diego, CA.  We arrived at Balboa Park for our host pickup where I was greated by my two host dads, Jim and Gavin.  Jim works at the Scripps Research Institute in La Jolla, and Gavin is an interior designer who works with historical home restoration.  They have been together for the last 7 years.  Jerod Shelsta was my roommate for the week along with former roomate, Pierre from Germany.  Tuesday we took a trip to the US/Mexico border. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOja9v5ClI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uS1ExFVvcEU/s1600-h/P1000502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOja9v5ClI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uS1ExFVvcEU/s200/P1000502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103602486388263506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our group got a special experience at the border because we were escorted to the southwestern most point of the United States where the border extends into the ocean.  It was an amazing perspective to see Mexicans on the beach at one side of the fence, and then our group on the other.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOi_dv5CkI/AAAAAAAAACs/-DMRtjqPIYM/s1600-h/P1000527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOi_dv5CkI/AAAAAAAAACs/-DMRtjqPIYM/s200/P1000527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103602013941860930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We interacted with some of the Mexican’s and I even bought a popsicle from a man who after trying to squeeze it through the fence, decided to throw it over the top to me.  While I understand our reasoning for tight border patrol, there was still an eerie feeling of separation between the US and Mexico.  It was as if this simple fence line had the power to decide what your identity was.  Even the look in the Mexican’s eyes staring back at us gave me the feeling that it was a jail they couldn’t escape.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOjsdv5CmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jKJ1gT8Z5CQ/s1600-h/P1000519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOjsdv5CmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jKJ1gT8Z5CQ/s200/P1000519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103602787035974242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’m not inferring that every Mexican has wishes to come to the US, but my particular experience posessed a great feeling of the haves, and the have-nots.  We spoke with a border patrol agent who explained to us the every day activity at the border as well as the staggering number of illegal “aliens” attempting to cross, and those successful.  I also learned of the new wall that is supposedly being constructed in the border proximity that we visited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning we heard from two special speakers.  One from the International Torture Relief Foundation, an amnesty group that helps aid victims of torture who have taken refuge in the US.  The other was from an organization that helps protect the proper treatment of Mexican immigrants coming over the border.   That afternoon was our first CI activity in San Diego.  My group of 9 student went to the Downtown Senior Center, a place for the elderly in the area, some homeless, to spend time out and also get a free meal.  I played dominoes for an hour with 3 men who took the game pretty seriously.  I realized for the first time that dominoes aren’t just for setting up and knocking down.  Basically, I got my butt kicked!  We then performed a 3 song BTS set at lunch for a group of around 80 seniors.  Although most of them were clapping horribly off beat, it was an awesome afternoon.  That night we had a huge bonfire/hangout at Mission beach where we got to finally relax and enjoy being in California.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOkQtv5CnI/AAAAAAAAADE/zRQkUqm7daM/s1600-h/P1000563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOkQtv5CnI/AAAAAAAAADE/zRQkUqm7daM/s200/P1000563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103603409806232178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, my group did CI at "Hostel International."  It’s a low cost temporary housing unit downtown for young adults traveling in San Diego.  We ripped apart one of the rooms and did some sanding and lots of painting.  The rest of the afternoon was mostly internal education and promotions.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOkgtv5CoI/AAAAAAAAADM/bcEg4ETIgNI/s1600-h/P1000579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOkgtv5CoI/AAAAAAAAADM/bcEg4ETIgNI/s200/P1000579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103603684684139138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday morning I got to be apart of a group that went to the FOX news affiliate in San Diego and performed on their morning show.  We had about a 3 min. spot and performed the song and dance “Keep the Beat.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our show day at the California Center for the Performing Arts in Escondido.  It was a beautiful venue with four levels that looked like an opera house.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOkzdv5CpI/AAAAAAAAADU/yjUON2couvY/s1600-h/P1000614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOkzdv5CpI/AAAAAAAAADU/yjUON2couvY/s200/P1000614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103604006806686354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We worked during the day polishing up dance lines and other showpieces.  We had two special performances in the show that night…a break dance group from one of the organizations we partnered with that week, as well as a girls dance company who performed a piece midway through the show.  I want to give a shout out to Greg Luebke who drove all the way down from Hollywood to watch me perform.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOlDNv5CqI/AAAAAAAAADc/CNSex3CRX_g/s1600-h/P1000630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOlDNv5CqI/AAAAAAAAADc/CNSex3CRX_g/s200/P1000630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103604277389626018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He sat in the second row and made me a bit nervous, but even more so he psyched me up to to do a great show.   My dads Aunt from La Jolla, Aunt Jean also attended the show, which was great to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was FINALLY our free day.  My amazing host dads set up surf instruction for Pierre and I with a friend originally from Australia who was a pro surfer for 15 years.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOlSdv5CrI/AAAAAAAAADk/uBjSGS5gg38/s1600-h/P1000638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOlSdv5CrI/AAAAAAAAADk/uBjSGS5gg38/s200/P1000638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103604539382631090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were in the water for about 3 hours and the surf actually held up pretty well, so we had a blast.  The rest of the day was spent napping the week off and getting ready to take off on Monday.  We did get to eat In-N-Out for dinner, which was a must while in California.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Host family stories of the week:&lt;br /&gt;My host dads Jim and Gavin were so cool.  They has an immaculate spread every morning for breakfast where we were waken with a, “good morning sunshine”…Gavin knew he was being annoying!  They’re 9-month-old black lab “Cole” did decide to tear up half my Bible one day while I was gone and use it as a chew toy.   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOlhNv5CsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ak2QxItmnaE/s1600-h/P1000649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOlhNv5CsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ak2QxItmnaE/s200/P1000649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103604792785701570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; only got the old testaments though, so I was able to save a chunk.   We had 5 men in one small house sharing a single bathroom, but it was an experience that I wont soon forget.  They pretty much spoiled us rotten…Thanks again guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were now on the road to Corcoran, California…the agricultural capital of California.  Talk to you all soon…thanks for reading and remember to leave some comments…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-8585197110176566363?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/8585197110176566363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=8585197110176566363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/8585197110176566363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/8585197110176566363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/08/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RtOhWtv5CgI/AAAAAAAAACM/eKBH3Ua2mEg/s72-c/P1000472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-4677704063134407156</id><published>2007-08-19T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:14.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week two...Arizona is Hot!!!</title><content type='html'>My blog title well represents our second week on the road.  I'm thinking that I have never lost so much weight due to sweat...maybe too much information, but true.  We left Tucson on Monday morning for Globe, AZ.  Globe is a small city with a population around 5,000 located about 3 hours north east of Tucson.  They are the border city to the Arizona Apache Indian reservation.  Because of this close proximity to the border, we began our visit in Globe with a trip to the the Apache reservation.  Our cast had the honor of hearing from both the President and Vice President of the Apache tribe.   They spoke to us about the past, present, and future of the Apache's.  I'm sure most the American's would agree that we were educated in a much different way than school textbooks have taught us in the past.  It was sad to hear of some of the issues going on within the reservation, such as a 76% unemployment rate.  That evening, we met our host families that we would be staying with for the next 3 nights.  Rafael from Brazil and I were hosted by the Mellors, an older couple with six grown children already out of the house.  Mr. Mellor had spent some time in Brazil and spoke fluent Portoguese, so he was excited to have Rafael in the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a CI (Community Impact) day for some of the cast, and rehersal's for myself and the other vocalist.  One group went to the Hilo center for adults with disabilities, while the other helped to revitalize the business district in San Carlos on the Apache reservation.  That afternoon, our cast met back together at San Carlos High School where we performed a BTS (Backing Track Show) for the students who were all of Apache decent.  It was a difficult performance for our cast because of the lack of energy we recieved back from the students.  We were told that the Apache culture isn't one to express themselves, and I feel like this was a good experience for our cast to really come together to feed off of each others energy.  We were told that it was one of the only times that San Carlos high school had allowed a group like ours to come in and perform.  Wednesday was our show day in Globe, we performed at the Apache Indian Casino...It was an outdoor/indoor venue, and quite an experience.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RskbvNv5CdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TckfjTsJyFM/s1600-h/P1000433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RskbvNv5CdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TckfjTsJyFM/s200/P1000433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100638550932130258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stage was elevated above a dirt arena, with the chairs set up in the arena.  We had a special guest performance from a UWP alumni that was from the reservation. I had to strike the set after the show and we didn't end up getting back to the house until 11:30...brutal night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Globe Thursday morning and traveled to Sierra Vista, AZ which is an hour south of Tucson on the Mexico border.  On the way we stopped in the city of Tombstone to do a little sightseeing.  Apparently Tombstone is the "true" wildwest, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RslJndv5CfI/AAAAAAAAACE/7-Auq6Wms78/s1600-h/P1000438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RslJndv5CfI/AAAAAAAAACE/7-Auq6Wms78/s200/P1000438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100688995323021810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so we made sure to pose for some pictures.  We had a special Q&amp;A when we arrived with someone from the Arizona Rangers, the mayor of Sierra Vista, and a local economist.  We discussed border patrol amongst other things.  I had the pleasure of staying with 5 other cast members in an awesome host family.  Yuri from Japan, Aimee from The Netherlands, Christine from Austria, Pierre from Germany, and Blaine from Texas...quite a group.  The Donovan family hosted us this week and they were so awesome.  On Thursday we did CI at a juvenile delenquent center.  There were eight of us with around the same number of kids at the center between the ages of 13 and 17.  It was tough at first trying to break the ice between us and the kids.  We brought some drums and started a drum circle and then taught everyone our stomp routine from the show.  Then we did an activity called cross the line and the kids started to losen up and share with us.  By the end of our time, I felt like we had really connected with everyone.  I couldn't have imagined it going any better!  We did two BTS's at the mall in the afternoon to promote for our show.  It was a lot of fun as we perforemed with a group of 16 in the middle of the mall.  We had dinner at the Donovan's irish pub that they own of on Friday night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our show at Sierra Vista High School.  We had rehersal for most of the day and worked on polishing our dance lines for the show.  It was by far our best show of the tour and the audience was great.  In all, it was a great week here in Arizona.  Were leaving tomorrow morning for an 8 hour bus ride to San Diego.  Hope everyone is doing great and I miss you all.  Thanks for taking the time to read...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-4677704063134407156?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/4677704063134407156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=4677704063134407156' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/4677704063134407156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/4677704063134407156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-twoarizona-is-hot.html' title='Week two...Arizona is Hot!!!'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RskbvNv5CdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TckfjTsJyFM/s72-c/P1000433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-4629598932623656408</id><published>2007-08-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:14.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first week on the road...</title><content type='html'>Well, well...Our first week on the road has already come to an end.  We arrived here in Tucson last Monday night and were greeted by our host families as we pulled in.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-r0KCObNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dhhZh1ZCqtA/s1600-h/P1000372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-r0KCObNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dhhZh1ZCqtA/s200/P1000372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097982215741926610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week I stayed with good friends of my parents here in Tucson, the Worcester's.  They are also UWP alumni from when my parents both traveled back in the 70's.  Tuesday we meet at Centennial Hall, the University of Arizona auditorium, where we started some training for our middle school community impact program "Stand for Peace."  In the afternoon, we had a guest speaker from the organization SACASA, the southern Arizona center against sexual assault.  We discussed some issues regarding sexual assault and learned what the center does to assist victims and their families in the area.  The rest of the afternoon was filled with dance and vocal workshops to prepare for our show.  Wednesday was a CI (community impact) day and I joined a group of 10 students at the AIDS foundation in Tucson.  They are a large organization of around 50 employees who offer almost any service you can think of concerning AIDS.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-q5aCObMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/svC8OfU7lpA/s1600-h/P1000388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-q5aCObMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/svC8OfU7lpA/s200/P1000388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097981206424612034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We worked on some projects for them filling condom packages with information that goes out primarily to gay bars and clubs in the Tucson area.  It was interesting to learn that while most people believe that the number of HIV infected people is deceasing in the US, it is actually at a slight incline.  When we returned for the clinic, "cast c", the other UWP cast on tour arrived from New Mexico and we did some stage set-up/workshops at centennial hall.  Thursday was the first time our cast used our "stand for peace" program in one of the local middle schools.  The program involves putting 3 UWP students (each usually from a different country) in each class where we lead activities in teamwork, eliminating discrimination, bullying, teaching about different cultures, and many more.  We work with the 6th to 8th graders in mostly hands on and discussion activities to teach them to respect others.  Our cast then performed a 5 song set "mini show" in the afternoon for the entire school of 800 students in their gym.  They had a great response to the show and loved our "stomp" dance that they could perform with us, as we were able to teach them in their classes earlier in the day.  Friday was the BIG DAY as we prepared all day in rehearsals for our show that night.  For the first time we put both casts B and C together into one big cast for this performance.  This week has been the same week in Tucson as the Up with People reunion, so we had 1200 alumni coming to the show, as well as another 1800 sold out for a total audience of 3000 people.  Let me tell you that it was just a bit intimidating walking out onto a stage with that many eyes staring back at you.  I spent some time doing cast movement, mic groups, and sang my solo “Ounce of Positive” as well as performed our final song, “Well be there.”  The crowd was amazing and the show itself lasted about 2 ½ hours.  Yesterday (Saturday) we spent most the day at the La Paloma resort where the Up with People reunion was going on…we had the pleasure of meeting and speaking with the founder of UWP, Blanton Belk, and his close friend Raj Gandhi, the grandson of Mahatma Gandhi.  They shared some incredible stories with our cast and their amazing visions for the future.  Raj Gandhi spoke to us of, in his view, the most important issue of the next 20 years…reaching and breaking the barriers between our generation and that of the young Muslim generation.  Overall, what an amazing first week on the road!  We leave tomorrow for Globe, AZ for 3 days, and then Sierra Vista, AZ for 4 days…then onto San Diego.  I’ll keep the blog updated towards the end of that week.  If you made it through this all…Congratulations.  Thanks for taking the time and please make comments if you wish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo's below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up with People founder Blanton Belk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-u56CObSI/AAAAAAAAABc/WuDYH8uIKSk/s1600-h/P1000399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-u56CObSI/AAAAAAAAABc/WuDYH8uIKSk/s320/P1000399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097985613061057826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj Gandhi with UWP original songwriters the Caldwell brothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-udaCObRI/AAAAAAAAABU/4QnpfeVLXZE/s1600-h/P1000394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-udaCObRI/AAAAAAAAABU/4QnpfeVLXZE/s320/P1000394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097985123434786066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-4629598932623656408?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/4629598932623656408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=4629598932623656408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/4629598932623656408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/4629598932623656408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-first-week-on-road.html' title='Our first week on the road...'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/Rr-r0KCObNI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dhhZh1ZCqtA/s72-c/P1000372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-250154519109100786</id><published>2007-08-07T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:52:15.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denver Premier Show...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my 2007 Up With People tour blog.  I'll be keeping this page updated weekly with information on my travels, photos, and plenty of other sweet stuff.  Check back from time to time and see what's going on.  Hofefully I'll be sending out a weekly email to remind you of my blog updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos from our premier show in Denver on Friday, August 5th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Daddy Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RrkqIqCObJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LaBqNGlnkTE/s1600-h/p1160933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RrkqIqCObJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LaBqNGlnkTE/s320/p1160933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096150781557370002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ounce of Positive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RrktraCObKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nWgnCoWQ-iE/s1600-h/p1160187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RrktraCObKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nWgnCoWQ-iE/s320/p1160187.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096154677092707490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayiko Dance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RrkvDqCObLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6Mgz-T1pGMY/s1600-h/p1160037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RrkvDqCObLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/6Mgz-T1pGMY/s320/p1160037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096156193216162994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were Currently in Tucson, Arizona for the Up With People reunion where we'll be performing on friday to a sold out audience of 2,500 at the U of A campus theater, Centennial Hall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-250154519109100786?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/250154519109100786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=250154519109100786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/250154519109100786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/250154519109100786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/08/dress-rehersal-go-daddy-oh.html' title='Denver Premier Show...'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZxGfM0vDqI/RrkqIqCObJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LaBqNGlnkTE/s72-c/p1160933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334418757237273989.post-5555434040800859231</id><published>2007-07-25T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:01:02.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Cast Tour</title><content type='html'>USA - West Coast: August 5th - September 30th&lt;br /&gt;Tucson, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Globe, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;Sierra Vista, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;San Diego, California&lt;br /&gt;Corcoran, California&lt;br /&gt;Coos Bay, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Eureka, California&lt;br /&gt;Winston, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Portland, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecco, Italy : October 1st - 7th&lt;br /&gt;Luzern, Switzerland : October 8th - 14th&lt;br /&gt;Zell am Hamersbach, Germany : October 15th - 21st&lt;br /&gt;Prenzlau, Germany : October 22th - 28th&lt;br /&gt;Dronten, The Netherlands : October 29th - November 4th&lt;br /&gt;Leuven, Belgium : November 5th - 11th&lt;br /&gt;The Philippines : November 12th - December 10th&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7334418757237273989-5555434040800859231?l=matthewerley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/feeds/5555434040800859231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7334418757237273989&amp;postID=5555434040800859231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/5555434040800859231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7334418757237273989/posts/default/5555434040800859231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matthewerley.blogspot.com/2007/07/2007-cast-tour.html' title='2007 Cast Tour'/><author><name>Matthew Erley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09334443589625204935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14572922524884637258'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>