Mood like the Weather
I was recently trying to decide what to write about for this blog while on a plane, and so many things
went through my mind that I fell asleep. (That could’ve been due to the fact that I got only three hours of sleep the night before, but who really knows…) I could write about anything and everything. My travels, my flatmates, the food, you name it. I think that focusing on those things, however, would give an incomplete view of my semester. This semester has been a whirlwind of emotions. Really, really high highs and really, really low lows. Considering the fact that I will assuredly be giving a highlight reel of my adventures many times over in the future, I figured that for this blog, I’d put the negative of that film on display. A behind-the-scenes look at my life over the past few months, you might say. Not that I won’t talk about my travels or new experiences; those are things that have shaped my moods and this period of personal growth. However, I want to paint a realistic picture of my time abroad. As much as this blog is for the readers, the process of dissecting my thoughts enough to put them into cohesive words has already helped me to truly appreciate how much I’ve grown as a person. (Pictured above: An enjoyable time of solitude featuring a warm minced pie and an espresso.)
I chose this title because I have found that throughout my life, my mood has mirrored the weather, which I think is true for many people. Seasonal depression doesn’t leave a stone unturned. That being said, just as the weather here fluctuates consistently, so has my mood changed drastically at times this semester. The excitement of traveling caught off guard by the ho-hum of the school week. A flip-flop between craving the comfort of familiarity and loving the freedom of unfamiliarity. I’ve found that a semester abroad isn’t for the faint of heart; it’s for those who believe that they can handle it. It will simultaneously be one of the most difficult times in your life and also one of the most fulfilling.
I’ve found that what I do and how I live out my days truly affects my moods. If you’ve been keeping up with my blogs, you already know that I don’t have much homework and I have a lot of free time, especially during the week. Considering the go, go, go attitude of American culture, having this much uninterrupted solitude is something that I haven’t ever really experienced. It’s like a choose-your-own-adventure novel. I have nothing going on. Do I: a) doom scroll online, b) read a book, c) go outside for some exercise, d) explore a new hobby, e) call someone, or f) see if any of my friends are free? I know that each one of them will affect my mood later, but it’s easy to forget the final outcome when clicking on an app is so much easier than leaving my room to go for a run. Self-motivation is difficult. One of the biggest things that I’ve learned about myself this semester is that I need time constraints and people in my life. I’m not talking rigorous scheduling, but at least some outward motivation to keep myself on task. Solitude also doesn’t help with motivation. Of course, most people need some solitude to thrive in other aspects of their life, some more than others. I think that human connection is so important. If a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it, does it actually make a sound? If I experience something amazing, but I have no one to share it with, is it really amazing? I know that’s not a perfect comparison, but one can only talk to themselves for so long before one of them gets bored : )
On that note, let’s talk about boredom. What happened to entertaining oneself? Anyone else remember playing games with their siblings in the car? Making forts out of anything you could put your hands on? Listening to the random talk radio that your mom put on in the car. Just talking without having to check your phone? I used to be chastised for trying to read at the dinner table. I miss that. I want to appreciate life as I did back then. I’ve been making an effort to be bored again. Not always have something to listen to while I’m doing things. Let my thoughts wander instead of trying to immediately occupy my mind with something. Traveling helps with that. Talking to people while I’m on the bus rather than just sitting in the uniform Gen Z position, next to each other but silent, slumped over a screen. WALL-E is coming to fruition. (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, rewatch the movie. It’s honestly scary.) Last weekend, rather than putting in my earbuds and escaping on the plane ride from Dublin to London and vice versa, I actually read my book and stared into space.
Ok, that turned into a lecture, but it’s something that I feel very strongly about and even more so after my time in Ireland. I struggle with the same things, and I find that my mood goes up significantly when I do things that allow my brain to breathe, such as physical exercise and art. The hardest part is the first step. Once I make the first step to go on a walk, I go for miles. Once I put my phone down and start painting, I can’t stop. Yes, I take pictures while I’m traveling, but I don’t just want to experience the view through a lens. The views at the Cliffs of Moher and the surrounding areas were really amazing, and a photo doesn’t even do them justice, although I will sneak one into this post because it’s still incredible. Times like that, where I’m exploring and interacting with new places, make the air feel fresher. (The cliffs are huge! The little dots in the on the left side are people!)
Last weekend, I went to London with seven other girls, which was both super fun and reminded me how much I miss home. As much as I’m used to not being at home due to boarding school and out-of-state college, I really miss the comfort of the relationships with my family and friends. We all stayed in a one-room Airbnb with a shared bathroom featuring all of the luxuries: a bottle of half-used body wash functioning as hand soap, a questionably bubbling toilet, and a suspiciously crusty shower. Needless to say, I spent as little time as possible in there and never took off my shoes. Other than that, the weekend was wonderful. A lighting tour, you might say. Somehow, we managed to cram sightseeing, two West End shows, the British Museum, dinner, and a night out into one day. I also ended up learning a lot about myself and my sanity. Learning that I need some solitude to reset, learning how easily people get overwhelmed after a long day, how important food and water are to mental stability, and how interesting people are. They offer unique perspectives on life, and definitely each made the trip memorable in their own unique ways. Please enjoy my peak photography and modeling skills displayed below : )
Honestly, if you’re still reading this right now, I applaud you for your determination. I guess to finish up this entry, I want to talk a little bit about some of the things that I’ve picked up in Ireland that I plan to continue when I return home. First off, reusable bags. While working my summer job at a grocery store, some days I would use five packs of plastic grocery bags. It was fairly common for someone to ask for a bag for a one-item purchase. I genuinely can’t remember the last time that I saw one since I’ve been in Europe. I’ll just store them in my car and make it a habit to bring them into the grocery store with me. Save the planet from some plastic and my sanity from carrying 50 bags into the house. Another thing that I will try to emulate is the culture’s relaxed demeanor and overall charismatic approach to people. Americans are often described as peaches when it comes to their interactions with new people- Warm and open with small talk, but it is difficult to get beyond surface-level topics, such as when you get to the pit of the peach. In comparison, I find that Irish people are like blueberries, open and easy to talk to, not really demanding much of a prior relationship in order to have a good chat. I really admire that about the culture. They want to share their culture and country with you and are not uncomfortable talking about topics that may be considered taboo or rude in the US. Not that I am going to lose my filter when talking to people, but I think that there is so much value in honesty when it comes to building friendships with people. Although I do miss my car desperately, I’ve gone to school in New Ulm for the past two years, and I really don’t know the geography that well. I’ve only lived in Maynooth for a couple of months, and, because of my frequent leisurely walks, I can practically make it anywhere without directions. I also find that walks bring me joy while circulating my thoughts and enjoying nature, and help me to sleep better at night in general. Side tangent, I actually have to tire myself out like a toddler in order to be able to sleep at night, which I find hilarious while also being extremely inconvenient. My sleep schedule is the one thing that I will be changing upon my return, which will directly relate to my return to the comforts of my own pillow, but I digress. On a lighter note, I will add cups of tea with milk to my daily routine along with nightly stretches.
I’m really not trying to write a self-help novel here, I swear, just getting some of my thoughts down in writing. I’m hoping that was fairly comprehensive, but I’m sure I lost a couple of people along the way. This journey hasn’t necessarily been what I expected, but I’ve grown in ways that I didn’t even know I needed. One expects being abroad to feel exciting and different from normal life, yet here I am, still worrying about money and whether I will get a passing mark on my next assignment. The same Mathilde, just with a few more experiences under her belt and the newly acquired desire to paint and listen to the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack on repeat. That all being said, I hope that I didn’t bore y’all too much! Hopefully you even had a chuckle or two : ) The mental health benefits of laughter are very underappreciated in my humble opinion.
Peace and love!
Mathilde
The Difference a Semester Can Make
I thought I’d take the time this blog to reflect on my personal journey these last four months. I feel like in these blogs we read all the time about the awesome food we’ve had or the cool places we went to (which is great and such a big part of the experience), but I think over the course of study abroad, there is so much personal growth that happens too that sometimes we don’t always write about.
Here are some things I’ve learned:
- Solo travel is as rewarding as it is daunting. Over the course of the semester I’ve taken a couple solo trips, and while I was nervous for them, it really pushed me to grow as a person, work on my problem solving skills, and become more comfortable navigating in a foreign country. While it is very important to stay vigilant on these trips and protect yourself, I also found that there are a lot of really nice people out there 🙂
- A quiet night in can be just as fun as a night out. When I first arrived, it definitely seemed appealing to go out with my friends every night and try out a new place; however, your body will thank me when you get that extra 2-3 hours of sleep by not going out. And having your friends over or going to a friend’s house for a game night can sometimes be even more fun!
- Entering a new culture will make you look at your own culture in a whole new way and in turn yourself. Being in Germany for awhile now, I definitely look at American culture differently. Having now been an observer of American culture, there are things upon returning to America I wish to keep, but there are also definitely some things I am now more aware of (noise, fashion, etc.).
- Conquering social anxiety (I know this is probably easier said than done). Social anxiety has been something I’ve struggled with most of my life. Throughout my semester here in Berlin, it’s been no different, and maybe even a little harder in a different language. There have been plenty of times where my social anxiety has left me hesitant, scared, and almost stopped me from doing some things that have now become some of my best memories. Something that has been really good for me to learn while here is to do these things even when my social anxiety makes it really hard.
When making my decision to do study abroad, I knew that for me it was never going to be about the classes (yes, they’re important), but about learning more about myself, and I think I can confidently say I’ll be going back a person who’s grown a lot. I’m really thankful that I was able to have all these experiences and be able to spend a semester in Berlin. It’s been really really good for me, and I recommend study abroad to anyone thinking about it. You won’t regret it. Till next time!
Tschüss!
Blog #7 Thankful: Here and There and Everywhere
November 27, 2025
With this second-to-last blog, there is one month left! Happy Thanksgiving! After reflecting on this semester to date, I realized that there are many things for which I’m thankful, both at home and abroad. I didn’t fully realize how much I missed them. I’ve ignored and taken many things for granted. On this Thanksgiving Day, I challenge you to take a look at the things in your life and ponder EVERYTHING you are thankful for—yes, I mean everything. Write them down or take note of them in your head. A friend once told me that gratitude changes everything. I have discovered new things and learned to appreciate them after experiencing them on a weekly basis. You never truly learn to appreciate what you have until you don’t have it.
Psalm 136:1-3 “Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever. Give thanks to the God of gods. His love endures forever. Give thanks to the Lord of lords: His love endures forever.”
However, simply listing them or telling you about them seems boring, and I needed a new challenge in writing these blogs to keep them engaging. (Thanks for following my adventure this semester!) So, with that said, I’ve made a game out of describing things I am thankful for at home and abroad. At the end of the blog, you’ll find a list of the answers and a picture of every item I’m thankful for. Post your answers in the comments if you’d like. I’m curious what all your guesses are! Can you guess them all?
Item #1: Location: United States. I am a typical ingredient you buy for Thanksgiving. You can purchase me in two different forms. The first form is my original state. If you buy me in my original state, it is very rare (but possible) that you would use that version of me in the same way you would use my second form. No one uses my second form in Ireland. Thanks, Mom and Dad Kopplin, for taking me to Ireland for Laura. What am I?
Item #2: Location: Ireland. We come in many different forms, flavors, shapes, and sizes. We are not one specific item or thing. We are a collection of things that help keep you alive. We are found and are in need worldwide. The only difference between our American cousins and us is that they have a longer lifespan. What are we?
Item #3: Location: Ireland. Take a deep breath in… and out. In… and out. See? It’s much easier to breathe with me than my other half, who lives in the States. We are complete opposites. She’s always running from one thing to the next, completely filling your time and never giving you a moment to breathe. With her, you have to fight for time. But with me? I give you room to be. What am I?
Item #4: Location: United States. As of 2024, there were approximately 1.475 billion of me. But access is the key. If you have the key, you have me. Then I am valuable to you. I carry people every day. I carry things for people. If you don’t have me, you never had the key. What am I?
Item #5: Location: United States. I exist in Ireland and the US. But Laura doesn’t have one of me in her kitchen. I make things go faster when you’re in a rush, or fix things when you left them sitting too long before you could enjoy them. I can be found in at least 3 different locations in the kitchen. I am often ignored when the kitchen is cleaned. But I just keep spinning. What am I?
Item #6: Location: United States. I am always present, though you can’t always see me. I am seen more frequently in Florida or Texas. My presence may seem more rare in Ireland. When I seem absent, it can take a toll on you, and you must seek what I give from somewhere else. What am I?
Item #7: Location: Ireland. I exist in the States, but Laura learned to use me in Ireland. I help many people carry things home and take them to numerous places. I am the opposite of Item #4 listed above. In Ireland, Laura uses me, but in the States, Laura never uses me and only uses #4 instead. What am I?
Item #8: Location: United States. I was created for pedestrians. Many people in Ireland ignore me. In Ireland, I make all the vehicles stop to ensure safe passage for all pedestrians. Because of this, though, you must wait longer till all the cars have stopped. In America, I let people walk while vehicles roll. Allowing people to get to their destination faster. What am I?
Item #9: Location: United States. I’m pretty unforgettable. I come in many forms for each and every family. I could be known by three different names. Who knows when, let alone how, I began. I come once a year, but you might also think I come three times in a year. Your ancestors and/or you have made me. You think of me when you miss me, and you think of me when you make more of me. What am I/are we?
Item #10: Location: Ireland. I’m not always liked, but I’m always good for you. No, I’m not a vegetable or a fruit. I am not ever tied to a specific location. You can visit me anywhere, at any time, and with anyone (or alone). No, I’m not God or the Bible. I am easier to find at the University of Limerick than at MLC because UL is a larger campus. What am I?
Item #11: Location: United States. I exist in Ireland and the US. But Laura doesn’t have one of me in her kitchen. I don’t make things go faster. I actually make them take longer. I take your work away and make life easier for you. I am often ignored when the kitchen is cleaned, but I still need to be cleaned, even though you may not think so. I work best with special soap and hot water. What am I?
Item #12: Location: New Ulm, MN, USA. We enjoy watching movies together and taking walks. I introduced Laura to Star Wars. We love watching Disney movies and going to Disneyland. We met in a library. I am the one Laura misses most. I miss her too. I am the one Laura loves. I love her too. My hugs are where she feels at home. Her hugs are where I feel at home. We can’t wait to see each other at Christmas. Only 29 days left! And 389 days till we say “I do!” Who am I?
Songs to check out!
“A Solider’s Song” lyrics by Peadar Kearney, music by Patrick Heeney (Irish National Anthem): https://youtu.be/zocmWUDMT_Y?si=kelc_6efE9kC1KTw
“The Rocky Road to Dublin” by The High Kings: https://youtu.be/0QdbeM2JWYE?si=bVaDHWcVOwssNwkO
Thanksgiving/family-themed (non-Irish) songs to check out!
“The Thanksgiving Song” by Ben Rector: https://youtu.be/QwaxNPY5nIY?si=-QCkwz2RNP7bqvo0
“Gobble Gobble” by Matthew West: https://youtu.be/wqAjWUAlJ-0?si=Myz9MuwACGEBJzFG
“Family Table” by Zac Brown Band: https://youtu.be/Ic9CqnOCcI4?si=VZBdUDNixQKHAPjE
“Family” by Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors: https://youtu.be/N8l5hnWRZYY?si=C_RIzEUB09sjEhSS
Answers
- Canned pumpkin for pumpkin pies
- Fresher food with not as many preservatives
- Slower-paced class schedules
- Cars for carrying groceries back
- Microwaves for reheating and thawing
- The sun/blue skies for vitamin D
- Bus system for cheap transportation
- Crosswalks that some pedestrians cross while the cars drive in the opposite direction
- Holiday traditions and memories with family and friends
- Built in walking/exercise every day on the way to classes
- Dishwasher with warm water
- My sweet fiancé, Michael Griffith
My Favorite Things
My favoritest things
Living in Wisconsin and in New Ulm, Minnesota, during the school year, I am used to the things I see. However, traveling abroad, I have seen many new things that have caught my eye, so this will be about all my favorite things that have caught my attention abroad.
#1 Geldautomat is the German word for ATM, Geld means money, and automat means machine, so very German that their word for ATM literally means money machine. Anyway, one of my favorite sweet treats is a Japanese ice cream ball called Mochi. So, to my surprise, I came across a machine that dispenses these delectable morsels. And of course, what do you call a vending machine filled with these treats? Obviously, a Mochimat.
#2 I find it fun how many things they have packed into the cities over here. I can turn a corner, and there is another monument in Berlin. And Germany isn’t the worst offender. When I went to Paris, it was hard to leave the touristy area because of how many sites there are. But in reality, it’s super fun to always be finding new things, even in the city I live in. There are so many cool buildings in Berlin with tons of history from every era of the city. One of my assignments for class was to find street art in Berlin, and that adds a whole other layer to discovery and exploration.
#3 The train. I really like the trains, unless they make me late. To be able to sit and do something else and still get to your destination is so nice. And then wherever you are going, there are more trains, so that you can stay mobile. But my favorite train experience was going to Poland, because in the train we had our own little compartment and a person came around with a food trolley. And it reminded me of the Harry Potter movies.
#4 Christmas. The Christmas season started very early for me this year, like sometime in early October. Normally, Christmas starts at least after Halloween, but here in Germany, Halloween is not a big deal, and Thanksgiving is nonexistent, so Christmas starts early. Stores started putting up Christmas stuff, and Christmas Markets followed in November. This made me happy to do Christmasy things, and I’m not done yet. The Christmas traditions here are really fun, especially the Christmas markets, and they will only get bigger and better as Christmas approaches.
#5 Ketchup and Mayo. I might be crazy, but I didn’t like either of these condiments back home, but the Germans got these down. The Ketchup tastes so good, especially when it has curry seasoning on it. Then mixing mayo with it makes it exceptional. Also, the fries in Germany do not disappoint. So overall, I will miss these flavors at home very much, but I already have some curry ketchup coming home with me.
I hope you enjoyed a couple of my favorite things that I’ve discovered while abroad. 
I do not know how I don’t have my own picture of this, so I took this from the internet. Thank you, Markus, from TripAdvisor. However, I will be going ASAP to get more and take a picture for myself.
A Glimpse of Another Culture
If I have learned anything over my study abroad experience, it’s that I don’t know very much about the world. But this past weekend, I had the opportunity to explore a culture I’ve never experienced before. In Marrakesh, Morocco, you better have a lot of patience as a driver and a lot of nerve as a pedestrian to cross the street.
On one of my adventures, I went with a group to visit the house of an Amazigh family in a small village. There, I learned the grandmother has the final say in this culture. Although she didn’t know any english, my guide lived in the next village over and explained to us the significance of their everyday life. She had cows and chickens in her front yard for milk and eggs. The house itself was made out of clay like material and gourds were hung from the ceiling for decoration. The tables were low to the ground with small stools or pillows for seats.
He then showed us her traditional dresses and, at her permission, she let the women in the group try them on. Every wardrobe is equipped with a dress with silver embroidery and a dress with gold embroidery. Women wear gold embroidered dresses only to weddings as guests. The silver embroidered dress is meant for all other special occasions. Then, she went around and tied a headscarf on our heads so that we were complete. I can’t even describe her smile. She was so happy to share the life she knew with all of us. She looked at each one of us like we were her daughters when she helped us get ready.
Once she was done helping us, she went back to the fire, where she was cooking Khobz (a type of bread) for us to eat. There wasn’t enough room around the table set up for all her guests, so she indicated for me to sit next to her. I was really hesitant at first, because I didn’t quite feel like it was my place to sit there with her, but she kept motioning for me to come over. I sat down and she held my hands while we learned about the tea that this region drinks. It’s a peppermint green tea, but they add many other plants for various reasons. People typically drink it in the mornings or after their siesta, but I saw it served at all times of day over my travels. In order to mix the tea properly, the people pour the tea from about a foot to two feet higher than their glass and pour it back into the pot a few times before serving. The first day I tried this, I got more tea on the table than in my glass, but by the last days here, I was doing much better.
Every once in a while, she would grab more sticks for the fire and I would try and help her. It just felt so nice to be with her. Whenever she was done moving the fire around, she would warm my hands with her own. And they were HOT. I don’t know if she has any feeling left in her fingers because I definitely couldn’t do what she does.
Then, it was time to eat. The bread was served with honey and olive oil from the region, as well as jam from queens. Queens is a fruit that we don’t have here in America. The Jam tasted like cinnamon apple butter, but it was red. When our guide found out we didn’t know what queens was, he went to the kitchen and grabbed some for us. They looked like fuzzy pear/apples.
This adventure was filled with a lot of other new experiences too. Walking up and down the endless markets in Marrakesh is a completely different vibe than the small villages. Their merchandise is beautiful! I bought a scarf and pair of pants myself. However, I do have to preface this. I, as a female traveler, would likely not come to the markets alone. It’s a bartering system here and some shopspeople are very pushy with purchases. Not only that, but when the markets close down and the tourists thin out, it can be dangerous to be caught alone.
Overall, Marrakesh was an eyeopening experience for me. I’ve never been to a country where Arabic was it’s first language. Then Tamazight. Then french. Then possibly english or german. The people live so differently than anything I’ve seen before. If you’re looking for more than foot transit, I would say that motorcycles/bikes were the kings of speedy travel here. For my stay, I had two riads to call home and both were lovely. The first one was actually a donkey stable up until 400 years ago. The second one was a little fancier, but it had the same layout. There was a tiny unheated pool in the center of the square and then rooms lined this tiny courtyard. Both times, they served breakfast on the roof and it was deliciously filling food for a small price.
I couldn’t be more thankful for this experience and everything I’ve learned about myself and about this culture through it. There are so many other places in this world I’ve yet to explore. I guess I’ll just have to wait to see where I end up next.