My first bite of fresh coconut—with lime juice and chili sauce—was an experience I will never forget. It was just one of many culturally enlightening experiences I had with my intensive Spanish classmates in Ciudad Obregón, Mexico. I later practiced salsa dancing for hours and learned to eat chorizo first thing in the morning. But what I valued most were the stunning views of San Carlos beach and the welcoming people who taught me to speak the language I had been studying in classrooms for years.
For BYU students, the world is truly our campus. To which continent did you travel and study? When did you learn to stay away from anything but bottled water? Share your humorous or poignant experiences abroad. Send your memories (of fewer than 300 words) to First Person, BYU Magazine, 209 UPB, Provo UT 84602 or firstname.lastname@example.org.