One last time...
Today is our last day in China. I can't believe that our journey is coming to an end. As I look back on our experience here I have learned to appreciate Chinese and Tibetan Culture. Before leaving I had little knowledge about what to expect here, except for thousands of years of history. I had found the language frustrating and couldn't even use chopsticks (I can now say that I have mastered the art and prefer them over a fork!). The few weeks that we have been here have opened my eyes to the struggle of keeping old traditions and trying to become modern. I had never before really realized the impact modernization could have on a culture. Take for instance the Tibetan language, with the new threat of modernization and the ability to succeed focusing on Chinese and English, the language is facing a possible distinction.
My views on art has also changed. As we watched artist paint old traditional paintings and viewed modern art galleries, I have realized the importance of both the older, traditional and the newer, modern ideas. I had never really had a facination with art or realized how essential it is to a culture until this class. As we wandered the temples or walked the streets, vibrant colors and beautiful designs were everywhere. This entire trip has opened my eyes to the exciting culture of China and its art.
