During my junior year at Augustana College, I declared a major in Modern Languages. We had to become fluent in two languages and competent in a third, plus participate in one language club.
My languages were Spanish, French, and German, but their clubs were kind of boring, with bake sales, foreign-language films, and field trips to the Goethe Institut or the Alliance Française in Chicago.
Everybody joined the Scandinavian Club -- they had an endowment from a wealthy alumnus, and paid most of the way for members to go on annual field trips to Scandinavia!
A different country every year, alternating between Sweden, Norway, Denmark, and Iceland.
In my junior year, it was Iceland.
I would have preferred Norway, but I wasn't about to turn down ten days in the land of the Old Norse sagas and Nordic hunks for $300 ($1000 today).
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