A journey along South Africa’s Garden Route takes seven travelers on a wild adventure.

When my feet hit the airport tarmac, I had no notion of what to expect from Poland, the country where my grandparents had grown up. In the late 1930s, they were forced from their homes into ghettos, and later to Jewish concentration and labor camps.

My fears and anxieties grew as I scrambled to fit a year’s worth of belongings into two suitcases the night before my flight to Germany.

It’s cold inside the faded stone walls of the villa. The sun waits at the windows, forbidden to enter the empty square rooms where each step, tap, and sneeze grows into a chorus of booms.

Six students share their thoughts from visits abroad.