I asked ’90s, “What is your best memory (from your Dartmouth career) of something that took place outside of Hanover?” Here is Part III. Bradley Bennett: “It was the fall term of my sophomore year, on my language study abroad in Granada, Spain. I remember how nice the people were, how much fun it was to sip full-liter bottles of cerveza on the sidewalk with my new Spanish friends, the beer liberating me to probably speak the best Spanish of my life. I remember being introduced to mayonnaise on French fries and walking to class on cobblestone streets. I remember the wine, the food, the siestas, the beautiful Alhambra palace and the fabulous Generalife garden. I mean, aside from mayonnaise on fries, what’s not to love about Spain?” Lauren Kehoe: “I loved my foreign study program in Toulouse, France, the spring before my Sophomore Summer in Hanover. Some of my favorite memories were of an ongoing culture battle I had with my host father. Early on, I watched Lethal Weapon on TV and told him it was weird because it’s impossible to sound truly pissed off in French. We threatened each other with foods the other found disgusting: He would threaten to bring home escargot, and I would retort that I’d only eat them if he ate some peanut butter. He was unfortunately working at home one day when I walked in the door after an hour-long ride on a hot, smelly bus that crawled all the way to my stop behind demonstrators marching in the streets. When he asked me what was wrong, I told him that in America, we support free speech and the right to assemble, but that if you exercised those rights when people just wanted to go home, they would run you over!”

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