Yahoooooooooooooo
This is my last entry from London as I am all ready to go to check in.
I am happy to say that I have had a wonderful trip and I am excited to come home.
I am very fortunate to have travled with two excellent companions, Aviva and Claude, and I am also glad to have met some people on my own, including myself.
I leave this place knowing that I will be back in this neck of the woods again and this brings a touch of adventure to my ideas for travel.
See you in just a short time now....Dd
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sept 30th...back near the airport now...
Wow! I love the last responses!
I love the idea of the Onadblog---we will be discussing that fun little family project for sure.
Ofcoarse my minutes are ticking---airport internet---12 minutes and out of change!
Recap---London---met a Canadian! Dave, at the start of the bus tour, yes I did the red bus tour and the sun was shining and I sat at the back of the bus (because that where all the bad seeds sit---he he he). Dave is from Regina and currently working in Saudi on the oil fields (he's managing---and now the name of this job escapes me--but he understood what my brothers do). We basically hit it off and spend the whole day laughing at our tour guide who was just a perfect 'Brit' clown, eyes rolling, dishing out expressions, and saying any thing that came to mind about these important monuments. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun in London and I stayed one night in Victoria (ha ha and it kind of looks like Victoria city but much, much larger).
Today I did some walking and went to a movie---an interesting documentary style movie, one that Momo would probably get a kick out of---anyways, let's just say it was 'different'. Name: 3 Miles from North of Molock(?) can't remember the place but it's in Sweden.
Down to the crunch---7 minutes left! Ok---Mommmmmmma---I will call as soon as I can and I will call you at my house and I am soooooooooooooo excited to be coming home to see everyone!
So---I'll leave things on this good note, all is well, and I'm going to retire now for the night and look forward to seeing your wonderful faces tomorrow!!!!!!
All my love----Dd
I love the idea of the Onadblog---we will be discussing that fun little family project for sure.
Ofcoarse my minutes are ticking---airport internet---12 minutes and out of change!
Recap---London---met a Canadian! Dave, at the start of the bus tour, yes I did the red bus tour and the sun was shining and I sat at the back of the bus (because that where all the bad seeds sit---he he he). Dave is from Regina and currently working in Saudi on the oil fields (he's managing---and now the name of this job escapes me--but he understood what my brothers do). We basically hit it off and spend the whole day laughing at our tour guide who was just a perfect 'Brit' clown, eyes rolling, dishing out expressions, and saying any thing that came to mind about these important monuments. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun in London and I stayed one night in Victoria (ha ha and it kind of looks like Victoria city but much, much larger).
Today I did some walking and went to a movie---an interesting documentary style movie, one that Momo would probably get a kick out of---anyways, let's just say it was 'different'. Name: 3 Miles from North of Molock(?) can't remember the place but it's in Sweden.
Down to the crunch---7 minutes left! Ok---Mommmmmmma---I will call as soon as I can and I will call you at my house and I am soooooooooooooo excited to be coming home to see everyone!
So---I'll leave things on this good note, all is well, and I'm going to retire now for the night and look forward to seeing your wonderful faces tomorrow!!!!!!
All my love----Dd
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sept 29th 2009 London
I made it safe and sound so much so that I missed the landing! I realized the bigger bump was us touching ground and not an air pocket---great pilot!
My shuttle picked me up and brought me straight to my hotel.
And once settled into my room I brought my little computer to the bar room to see if I could touch base but alas there was no connection to be had.
I devoured my angus burger and ate every single fry and loved each bit---when you're starving food tastes absolutely magnificient.
I even watched the 'football' game to be a part of the crowd.
Anyhooooo time is ticking, literally, the coins have been dropped into this computer here at the terminal and I want/need to look into where I am going today.
Soooooo I'll be back at my hotel for tomorrow night and ready for my flight on October 1st. I'll touch base as soon as I can but for now, as time is limited, this may be it for the next day and half---we'll see.
Mom---je vais te contacter chez moi le moment que je suis au ferry---j'ai bien hate de vous voir tous.
Thanks Pinou for all of your thoughts---I hope you come out sooner than later with our baby brother. TT (nice eh? short version).
Dd
My shuttle picked me up and brought me straight to my hotel.
And once settled into my room I brought my little computer to the bar room to see if I could touch base but alas there was no connection to be had.
I devoured my angus burger and ate every single fry and loved each bit---when you're starving food tastes absolutely magnificient.
I even watched the 'football' game to be a part of the crowd.
Anyhooooo time is ticking, literally, the coins have been dropped into this computer here at the terminal and I want/need to look into where I am going today.
Soooooo I'll be back at my hotel for tomorrow night and ready for my flight on October 1st. I'll touch base as soon as I can but for now, as time is limited, this may be it for the next day and half---we'll see.
Mom---je vais te contacter chez moi le moment que je suis au ferry---j'ai bien hate de vous voir tous.
Thanks Pinou for all of your thoughts---I hope you come out sooner than later with our baby brother. TT (nice eh? short version).
Dd
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sept 28th Aurevoir Rome
It's 0920 and I've finished reading the comments left on the blog. My routine includes turning on the computer, getting on line,and reading the message first as it always brightens my day. My strings linking me home are more palpable now and I can feel the excitement growing inside of me for my return home. Hearing my family's voice in my soul reminds me that, in the end, their presence in my life is capital, necessary, and so appreciated. Laura, my classmate and friend from work, left me a little word. The thought of work has been re-entering into my mind this past week I can't help but smile as I look forward to going back to work and to see the people that hold up the walls of that fortress we call a hospital.
Yesterday was a good walking day---surprise surprise. The sun has been out and warming up Rome like it's the middle of summer. Needless to say, my little backpack with my water bladder has become a huge commodity. I walked for about 5 hours and followed the river until I reached a castle. Castel d'Angelo. Being a pasta lover now, I found an alluring little cafe and ordered a beer and a tasty dish. With my belly full and my energy replenished I marched up the street and perused the outside of this magnificient structure. I came a bit closer and saw that the admission was free---hoorrayyyy---I'd be albe to climb up to the top, like the little crowd up there, and peer out below at the landscape. I only got in trouble once. You see, there are signs that say 'no pictures' (but up until that room you were able to snap at lib)but I came into the room too suddenly and I didn't the sign. I was looking up at the painted lovers on the ceilings and in a moment of inspiration for passion, I reached blindly into my camera case. A cacophony of italian words were hurled my way and I quickly understood that I was about to commit a HUGE error. I released the camera with a sigh, I'd have to carry the little figures in my head and not enjoy them later. Boo hoo hoo.
At 3pm I felt the need for a gelato. So I turned around and made my way back towards the Colosseum to a favorite ice cream parlor where I would satisfy my hunger.
Then, I thought, this is my last galavanting day, what shall I do?
The only thing that was calling my name was the rooftop, some food, and Marcus Aurelius.
Alone, on top of the world, with a view to make any tourist smile with glee, I sat on my terrace and ate my meal, drank my water, and read my book. By 6pm the sun went into hiding and once again, my mood shifted and in I went to read some more, this time after a shower and settled on my bed. I can scarcely believe that I'd be on my bed by 7:30 pm reading but it was what was needed. I left Marcus for a Eric Fottorino, the author of a heartfelt story about his father.
From 9:30 to 11:30pm I rolled around in bed like a chicken on a roasting stake! Tired and unable to sleep and my legs relentlessly needing to move from the heat. I didn't think much of it only that I knew at some point my eyes would close and I would wake up to the day that I leave.
So here it is, my last morning in ROme.
Next lines will be in London.
Gros Merci pour tous vos mots. Dd
Yesterday was a good walking day---surprise surprise. The sun has been out and warming up Rome like it's the middle of summer. Needless to say, my little backpack with my water bladder has become a huge commodity. I walked for about 5 hours and followed the river until I reached a castle. Castel d'Angelo. Being a pasta lover now, I found an alluring little cafe and ordered a beer and a tasty dish. With my belly full and my energy replenished I marched up the street and perused the outside of this magnificient structure. I came a bit closer and saw that the admission was free---hoorrayyyy---I'd be albe to climb up to the top, like the little crowd up there, and peer out below at the landscape. I only got in trouble once. You see, there are signs that say 'no pictures' (but up until that room you were able to snap at lib)but I came into the room too suddenly and I didn't the sign. I was looking up at the painted lovers on the ceilings and in a moment of inspiration for passion, I reached blindly into my camera case. A cacophony of italian words were hurled my way and I quickly understood that I was about to commit a HUGE error. I released the camera with a sigh, I'd have to carry the little figures in my head and not enjoy them later. Boo hoo hoo.
At 3pm I felt the need for a gelato. So I turned around and made my way back towards the Colosseum to a favorite ice cream parlor where I would satisfy my hunger.
Then, I thought, this is my last galavanting day, what shall I do?
The only thing that was calling my name was the rooftop, some food, and Marcus Aurelius.
Alone, on top of the world, with a view to make any tourist smile with glee, I sat on my terrace and ate my meal, drank my water, and read my book. By 6pm the sun went into hiding and once again, my mood shifted and in I went to read some more, this time after a shower and settled on my bed. I can scarcely believe that I'd be on my bed by 7:30 pm reading but it was what was needed. I left Marcus for a Eric Fottorino, the author of a heartfelt story about his father.
From 9:30 to 11:30pm I rolled around in bed like a chicken on a roasting stake! Tired and unable to sleep and my legs relentlessly needing to move from the heat. I didn't think much of it only that I knew at some point my eyes would close and I would wake up to the day that I leave.
So here it is, my last morning in ROme.
Next lines will be in London.
Gros Merci pour tous vos mots. Dd
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday Sept 27th 09...
It's 1020 and I'm getting ready to go galavanting for the last time here in Rome.
It's hot out and it feels like the middle of July in Victoria, such a lovely delicious feeling!
My internet place will be closed by noon so that the family can enjoy some time together so I'll be touching base tomorrow morning before I head off to London. I fly out of Rome late in the afternoon and then it's London for 3 days.
It's so practical being in the middle of town for the shear fact that I can get anywhere in record time.
Well for some reason I was drawn here this morning, turning on the computer has become a symbol of linking my thoughts more directly with my family and friends.
Rome, busy and beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I find it in the upturned stones of the ruins, the tall green trees that remind me of Africa (although I have never been---it is their shape that intriege me---long solid trunks topped with an oval flurry of branches with the top cropped flat), grand statues with movements frozen in time elevated on high pedestals for all to see, broken columns standing confidently since they've been put up, come what may, and marching through time with us. This is Rome to me.
Alas, I could hide in here all day, but this is it, and I hear the call from within to make the most of it---gotta go.
Dd
It's hot out and it feels like the middle of July in Victoria, such a lovely delicious feeling!
My internet place will be closed by noon so that the family can enjoy some time together so I'll be touching base tomorrow morning before I head off to London. I fly out of Rome late in the afternoon and then it's London for 3 days.
It's so practical being in the middle of town for the shear fact that I can get anywhere in record time.
Well for some reason I was drawn here this morning, turning on the computer has become a symbol of linking my thoughts more directly with my family and friends.
Rome, busy and beautiful. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I find it in the upturned stones of the ruins, the tall green trees that remind me of Africa (although I have never been---it is their shape that intriege me---long solid trunks topped with an oval flurry of branches with the top cropped flat), grand statues with movements frozen in time elevated on high pedestals for all to see, broken columns standing confidently since they've been put up, come what may, and marching through time with us. This is Rome to me.
Alas, I could hide in here all day, but this is it, and I hear the call from within to make the most of it---gotta go.
Dd
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Now it's the 26th for real...A day of wandering around with one nice big surprise
Like I said, I was in this shop this morning writing up my blog for the night before and I dated it for the 26th thinking today was the 27th---nice to be oblivious for 3/4 of the day.
Anyways, this morning, I decided to walk and get to see another part of town. The map looks daunting but before you know it you've crossed town and you've already gone past your marker!
I took a stroll towards the oldest part of the town, the one that is not idealized because it's where the locals live, but it also houses some very neat structures and offers a look into the life of a Roman, living and making ends meet, just like every body else in huge cities.
I found the original church built for the Virgin Mary and then I got lost. This means I walked for an extra 40 minutes---no big deal with no agenda to fulfill. I walked along the river until I came upon the bridge of choice, one that would lead me back to my restaurant, yup, the same one since the 23rd---yes---the pasta place. On my way there, I was able to see a square cut out of the center of piazza to craddle, like a gem, a stretch of land holding onto pillars and ancient remains. The only being down there was a cute little cat, laying in the folds of a huge boulder, and having some down time.
After my lunch---at the pasta place---I made my way back down a road I wished to cement in my head and I say this because last night when Grant and I parted, I walked home and couldn't find it for the life of me and tried as I did, I could not get my head on to figure out my inner compass---resulting in me walking a HUGE detour and getting in later than I expected. In broad day light I could see how way off the mark I was. So anyways, today I went back that way to just say, there it is. But now I'm very glad of it because I stumbled on something quite delightful.
Well you know that I went to the Vatican and that I saw a million and one paintings but that I omitted to see 'the creation of man'----the one item most people strive to see in this place. However, I met Moses today, a formidable work carved out by Michelangelo! I had passed by this stair case twice and heard something within say, go up there and check it out, and had not given way until this afternoon. I even walked past it and then turned on my heels to finally go and see what was up there.
No crowd, no lines and the doors to St-Pietro's church were wide open. I did what I always do, dip my finger in the holy water, cross myself, and carry on. It was pretty quiet and I made my way along the right aisle of the church to see the large paintings up close. I rounded the corner near the altar and saw this incredibly handsome larger than life man sitting peacefully and looking in my direction. I just had to stop and take a good long look at him. I recognized at once that this figure had that little something that said, unique and priceless, and I was completely awe inspiring. The details of his limbs were fabulous and you reckon from deep inside of you that you're dealing with something quite special. I wondered if this was a God, a formidable saint, or a legend. I vowed to google him at my first chance. I continued my walk around the church and heard a woman say that Michelangelo had been commissioned to this work. When I heard this I was quite curious so I went to the gift shop in the annex and there he was on posters for all to see, and it turns out that the man is Moses. So I made up for yesterday's mishap and was able to see this lovely, lovely, lovely Moses up close and for as long as I liked!
So---it's Saturday night and I'm thinking I'm going to spend the night with one of my new books.
Here are todays pictures and today being Saturday September 26th!
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Momo I got your message---you make me smile and I can't wait to see you and have a sleep over! Say hi to Toi Lallalalalalalalal for me eh? See u my sister.
Pinou---I had a killer Gelato for you today---I went for---brace yourself---Death by chocolate and you would of been thrilled! Very yummy. Thinking of you ofcoarse!!!! Have fun at work and don't work too hard---Tooth tooth--Dd
Mom---les mots dont j'ai a dire tu les ressends deja---Dd
Anyways, this morning, I decided to walk and get to see another part of town. The map looks daunting but before you know it you've crossed town and you've already gone past your marker!
I took a stroll towards the oldest part of the town, the one that is not idealized because it's where the locals live, but it also houses some very neat structures and offers a look into the life of a Roman, living and making ends meet, just like every body else in huge cities.
I found the original church built for the Virgin Mary and then I got lost. This means I walked for an extra 40 minutes---no big deal with no agenda to fulfill. I walked along the river until I came upon the bridge of choice, one that would lead me back to my restaurant, yup, the same one since the 23rd---yes---the pasta place. On my way there, I was able to see a square cut out of the center of piazza to craddle, like a gem, a stretch of land holding onto pillars and ancient remains. The only being down there was a cute little cat, laying in the folds of a huge boulder, and having some down time.
After my lunch---at the pasta place---I made my way back down a road I wished to cement in my head and I say this because last night when Grant and I parted, I walked home and couldn't find it for the life of me and tried as I did, I could not get my head on to figure out my inner compass---resulting in me walking a HUGE detour and getting in later than I expected. In broad day light I could see how way off the mark I was. So anyways, today I went back that way to just say, there it is. But now I'm very glad of it because I stumbled on something quite delightful.
Well you know that I went to the Vatican and that I saw a million and one paintings but that I omitted to see 'the creation of man'----the one item most people strive to see in this place. However, I met Moses today, a formidable work carved out by Michelangelo! I had passed by this stair case twice and heard something within say, go up there and check it out, and had not given way until this afternoon. I even walked past it and then turned on my heels to finally go and see what was up there.
No crowd, no lines and the doors to St-Pietro's church were wide open. I did what I always do, dip my finger in the holy water, cross myself, and carry on. It was pretty quiet and I made my way along the right aisle of the church to see the large paintings up close. I rounded the corner near the altar and saw this incredibly handsome larger than life man sitting peacefully and looking in my direction. I just had to stop and take a good long look at him. I recognized at once that this figure had that little something that said, unique and priceless, and I was completely awe inspiring. The details of his limbs were fabulous and you reckon from deep inside of you that you're dealing with something quite special. I wondered if this was a God, a formidable saint, or a legend. I vowed to google him at my first chance. I continued my walk around the church and heard a woman say that Michelangelo had been commissioned to this work. When I heard this I was quite curious so I went to the gift shop in the annex and there he was on posters for all to see, and it turns out that the man is Moses. So I made up for yesterday's mishap and was able to see this lovely, lovely, lovely Moses up close and for as long as I liked!
So---it's Saturday night and I'm thinking I'm going to spend the night with one of my new books.
Here are todays pictures and today being Saturday September 26th!
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Momo I got your message---you make me smile and I can't wait to see you and have a sleep over! Say hi to Toi Lallalalalalalalal for me eh? See u my sister.
Pinou---I had a killer Gelato for you today---I went for---brace yourself---Death by chocolate and you would of been thrilled! Very yummy. Thinking of you ofcoarse!!!! Have fun at work and don't work too hard---Tooth tooth--Dd
Mom---les mots dont j'ai a dire tu les ressends deja---Dd
Last night Sept 25th Colosseum Lit up
This picture belongs to this morning's blog---for some reason I woke up thinking today was the 27th! I spent all day thinking about packing up tonight for my flight to London on the 28th. I came up to the window and the nun asked if I was paying for 4 nights. I said no, 5. So you're staying to the 28th. Yes. Today is the 26th. Oh!
All this to say, disregard the date on the write up I did this morning.
Dd
Sept 26th Vatican & Tons of walking & The Colosseum at night
Yesterday I had a plan---an agenda.
I beat the unknown crowd to the shower and had my breakfast nicely set up by the kind nuns, and out the door I went.
I am five minutes away from the Train Terminal so I thought it would be an ideal spot to meet.
When I left the Oktoberfest with Grant, we exchanged emails and made plans to meet up in Rome as his travels led him here too. So I suggested the train terminal and I chose track 24.
Now, I know where track 24 is because I had a heck of a time finding the not so well marked info center down this side of the tracks. However, as I made my way to #24 I looked up to see how easy it would be for him to find it and I had to laugh when I saw all the signs addressing every number except 24! This would of coarse be the track I choose!Track 1-23 and 25 to whatever. I thought, he's a cop, they're smart, he'll find me. And he did---but he needed a coffee afterwards.
I forgot all about knee caps for the vatican so I had to go home to change. I sent Grant to the roof top to take in the perfect view of the city and I soon emerged a decent woman---ha ha ha.
With my Roma Pass I get free access to all transit systems and we metroed our way to the Holy Land. It's not difficult to see where it is because there is a mob of travelers also marching their way to it. And along the way you get more than a fair share of temptations thrown at you, do you speak english madame? do you want a tour sir? do you want to go into the vatican---no line up---sign up here, speak french? good deal for you...and on and on and on.......AND ON. But Claude taught me a good trick, when someone hands something to you (you are very prone to instinctively want to reach out) DON'T and you can simply keep walking without any delays---it works wonders. In Victoria I am use to greeting most people but here the trick is to keep walking and carry on---without so much paying too much attention to distractions (something you end up having to do otherwise you get sucked into any old racket of a deal).
The mob---ha---what a thing to say eh? But it feels like one, everyone out to see the same thing---it's quite extraordinary to see the sea of heads ahead of you, with you, and behind you. So Grant and I opted to go to the famous chapel first and after a brief wait we were in. The sistine chapel would be absolutely mind blowing if you actually had time to take it in. The crowd is so massive and jam packed that you have no choice but to walk straigth and keep going. We all must spill into rooms through normal doorways that seem so small with the volume of bodies that must cross it. You look up to see the marvelous paintings and you get gently smooshed against others because you've somehow slowed the flow. And trying to keep from loosing a friend becomes difficult, thankfully my traveling buddy was well over 6 feet tall and I could see his head above the others.
Oh I can't believe this---well I can--because it did happen---oh---don't frown now---we managed to try to take it all in and by the time I reached the 'shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' room, I figured there must be something in here very, very, very special. All eyes are up to the ceilings, the police are vigilantly shhhushing people (this is a HOLY place people!) and everyone looks innocent as they try to take it the view. Well, people are so trying to figure out what they're looking at that the buzz of quiet talk is quite loud. So I did the same thing, I cranked my head back and took in the beauty above. The details of all of these paintings is quite breathtaking and the story unfolding appears very interesting (some things look familiar but it's always better to know the story before you go, then you can relate and exclame, oh this is so and so doing this, and it makes the experience a little richer, I think. I somehow managed to miss the holy grail of pictures, yes, I did, I missed the 'creation of man' the famous 'I touched your finger painting!' You can't go back! There no way you could possibly muscle your way back through the crowd. What happened? I asked myself, my eyes were wide open and I tried to see it all. I guess it would help if I knew ahead of time what room it was in and what part of the ceiling to look at. Oh well, I made sure to stare at the poster in the gift shop to make up for it. In the end, I was after all, in the same room and I'm happy with that.
Grant and I made it to the square and saw the window where the Pope would appear, but ofcoarse it remained nice and closed. The line up to St-Peter's Basilica was atrocious and I didn't have in me to stand in the sun with another crowd.
We walked to the Spanish stairs, looked at them, and carried on. To the Trevi fountain so Grant could see the site, and onto the National Museum of Rome.
Here you get all you could ever want to see in 'heads' and coins. I met Zeus, Apollo, Marcus Aurelius, Aphrodite, and about 20 other famous folks. It was however very intrieging to see the beautiful jewerly these women were adorned with. The detail in the stones and gems was delightful.
This museum is full of rescued frescos, mosaic floors, decorations, statues, heads of statues, busts, door knockers (very cool---huge lion heads biting on larger than life rings), and a large stock of period coins.
You leave there feeling a bit dizzy.
And after that, I suggested going back towards the Colosseum. This is a monument that I quite like and to go along with it, there are the ruins visible through the gates next door. It really is quite an impressive site.
By now the day was starting to cool off and our feet and legs were begining to take on that tired feeling.
My next suggestion led us to my pasta restaurant where I knew we would get delicious food, cold beer, and good service. My waiter was even happy to see me!
I had one last request of the day, to see the Colosseum at night.
Grant and I parted ways at the Metro and we wished each other well. He's going home to New Zealand a day before I go home to Canada.
And today, I am determined to go and find a lovely garden. I am absolutely craving green space and an atmosphere that is not crowded and even, dare I say it, quiet.
I think Rome is a great way to end a visit because going home from here will be like saying Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh after a tall glass of water.
It's 1015 and I must earn my Gelato today. The sun is shining brightly and life outside this little cafe is buzzing (well it's been buzzing since 0700).
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I'm getting a lot of love sent my way.
I can definitely feel it.
Un GROS merci
And know, that it's all coming back your way as you read this....xxxxDd
I beat the unknown crowd to the shower and had my breakfast nicely set up by the kind nuns, and out the door I went.
I am five minutes away from the Train Terminal so I thought it would be an ideal spot to meet.
When I left the Oktoberfest with Grant, we exchanged emails and made plans to meet up in Rome as his travels led him here too. So I suggested the train terminal and I chose track 24.
Now, I know where track 24 is because I had a heck of a time finding the not so well marked info center down this side of the tracks. However, as I made my way to #24 I looked up to see how easy it would be for him to find it and I had to laugh when I saw all the signs addressing every number except 24! This would of coarse be the track I choose!Track 1-23 and 25 to whatever. I thought, he's a cop, they're smart, he'll find me. And he did---but he needed a coffee afterwards.
I forgot all about knee caps for the vatican so I had to go home to change. I sent Grant to the roof top to take in the perfect view of the city and I soon emerged a decent woman---ha ha ha.
With my Roma Pass I get free access to all transit systems and we metroed our way to the Holy Land. It's not difficult to see where it is because there is a mob of travelers also marching their way to it. And along the way you get more than a fair share of temptations thrown at you, do you speak english madame? do you want a tour sir? do you want to go into the vatican---no line up---sign up here, speak french? good deal for you...and on and on and on.......AND ON. But Claude taught me a good trick, when someone hands something to you (you are very prone to instinctively want to reach out) DON'T and you can simply keep walking without any delays---it works wonders. In Victoria I am use to greeting most people but here the trick is to keep walking and carry on---without so much paying too much attention to distractions (something you end up having to do otherwise you get sucked into any old racket of a deal).
The mob---ha---what a thing to say eh? But it feels like one, everyone out to see the same thing---it's quite extraordinary to see the sea of heads ahead of you, with you, and behind you. So Grant and I opted to go to the famous chapel first and after a brief wait we were in. The sistine chapel would be absolutely mind blowing if you actually had time to take it in. The crowd is so massive and jam packed that you have no choice but to walk straigth and keep going. We all must spill into rooms through normal doorways that seem so small with the volume of bodies that must cross it. You look up to see the marvelous paintings and you get gently smooshed against others because you've somehow slowed the flow. And trying to keep from loosing a friend becomes difficult, thankfully my traveling buddy was well over 6 feet tall and I could see his head above the others.
Oh I can't believe this---well I can--because it did happen---oh---don't frown now---we managed to try to take it all in and by the time I reached the 'shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' room, I figured there must be something in here very, very, very special. All eyes are up to the ceilings, the police are vigilantly shhhushing people (this is a HOLY place people!) and everyone looks innocent as they try to take it the view. Well, people are so trying to figure out what they're looking at that the buzz of quiet talk is quite loud. So I did the same thing, I cranked my head back and took in the beauty above. The details of all of these paintings is quite breathtaking and the story unfolding appears very interesting (some things look familiar but it's always better to know the story before you go, then you can relate and exclame, oh this is so and so doing this, and it makes the experience a little richer, I think. I somehow managed to miss the holy grail of pictures, yes, I did, I missed the 'creation of man' the famous 'I touched your finger painting!' You can't go back! There no way you could possibly muscle your way back through the crowd. What happened? I asked myself, my eyes were wide open and I tried to see it all. I guess it would help if I knew ahead of time what room it was in and what part of the ceiling to look at. Oh well, I made sure to stare at the poster in the gift shop to make up for it. In the end, I was after all, in the same room and I'm happy with that.
Grant and I made it to the square and saw the window where the Pope would appear, but ofcoarse it remained nice and closed. The line up to St-Peter's Basilica was atrocious and I didn't have in me to stand in the sun with another crowd.
We walked to the Spanish stairs, looked at them, and carried on. To the Trevi fountain so Grant could see the site, and onto the National Museum of Rome.
Here you get all you could ever want to see in 'heads' and coins. I met Zeus, Apollo, Marcus Aurelius, Aphrodite, and about 20 other famous folks. It was however very intrieging to see the beautiful jewerly these women were adorned with. The detail in the stones and gems was delightful.
This museum is full of rescued frescos, mosaic floors, decorations, statues, heads of statues, busts, door knockers (very cool---huge lion heads biting on larger than life rings), and a large stock of period coins.
You leave there feeling a bit dizzy.
And after that, I suggested going back towards the Colosseum. This is a monument that I quite like and to go along with it, there are the ruins visible through the gates next door. It really is quite an impressive site.
By now the day was starting to cool off and our feet and legs were begining to take on that tired feeling.
My next suggestion led us to my pasta restaurant where I knew we would get delicious food, cold beer, and good service. My waiter was even happy to see me!
I had one last request of the day, to see the Colosseum at night.
Grant and I parted ways at the Metro and we wished each other well. He's going home to New Zealand a day before I go home to Canada.
And today, I am determined to go and find a lovely garden. I am absolutely craving green space and an atmosphere that is not crowded and even, dare I say it, quiet.
I think Rome is a great way to end a visit because going home from here will be like saying Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh after a tall glass of water.
It's 1015 and I must earn my Gelato today. The sun is shining brightly and life outside this little cafe is buzzing (well it's been buzzing since 0700).
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I'm getting a lot of love sent my way.
I can definitely feel it.
Un GROS merci
And know, that it's all coming back your way as you read this....xxxxDd
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The coloseo & Palati Sept 24th 2009
Before I left for Europe Aviva's father gave me some good advice---take your time and less is more. After yesterday's walk around the city, I decided to go to one place and to get as much out of it as possible. I chose a big ticket item and did my homework this morning before setting off to explore. Yes, back to the roof top for inspiration.
My stay in the convent includes breakfast and I'm back to my old antics: Butter up a bun and kill it with Nutella and wrap it up for later, and I always end up being thankful for the yummy snack.
It felt pretty good walking down the street and knowing in which direction I was off to. This little fact enhanced my enjoyment of my walk greatly. I managed to spend quite some time at the colosseum, reading the tables and my travel book, marveling at the sheer size of the place, and concocting a list of must look into's to figure out how on earth this place functioned. It's amazing to see the 'floor' and hear so well in this place. I felt like an ant.
After this I decided it was time for an ice cream cone because it is summer here. There are a few people who are determined to uphold the 'fall' fashion and they are in jeans and boots---and scarves. The rest of us are stretching our time in our summer clothes, sandals, and dresses. Along the cobbled streets surrounding the colosseum, one is very likely to get approached by a Gladiator, offering to take your picture with him. I might consider if the guy looked like a Gladiator and was robust, and at least wearing leather sandals but the NIKE sandals and the smoke in hand deter all of my curiosities for such frivolities. You have to admire how tenacious they are with tourists and at how a few suave words gets them what they need---attention & euros---well somebody's gotta do it.
Next I went across the street to the ruins of the Palace. What a place. It is mindnumbing to walk on the very stones that the ancient Emporers used on a daily basis. I find it interesting to see the deep wedges of rope, forever engraved, in the tall massive marble pillars (I read that vinegar and ropes were used to cut them down but it is such hard work that the attackers gave up).
This world of theirs must of been beautiful and graceful. I know, they did harsh things, but for the sake of today, being amongst the ruins, I could only think of how enchanting the gardens and grounds of this palace must have looked in the begining years and then, later, how years of attention to detail created a seasoned landscape. The rubble and the tumble of the large pillars onto the earth does not detract from the glory of this place. All of it is impressive. I think it's funny that tourists sit on the broken pieces while carefully pouring over their books to look up at the fallen structures and their remains. We are so immersed in it that by the end of the day you end up walking over bricks and stones and not think much of it. If that same piece of brick were to be on display away from here, I'd probably look at it and think, wow---this is soooooo old. We all do similar things. We look up, touch prized pieces if able to, look down, and think about our existance here and now, and how neat it is to see this.
By 2:30pm I was full---my brain that is. I even packed my little back pack equipped with a water bladder to keep hydrated and I ate snacks (he he he) and I was still tired. I made my way back up the long street and back to the crazy bikes and fast drivers. You should see how gutsy the Italians are at crossing a major intersection. Without so much as a look of concern they just---walk---and walk in front of traffic---and the bikes speed up to pass them instead of having to stop---and the cars have to stop so they do at the last second. I have in my bag two pairs of gloves because I am sure one day somebody's gonna get smacked and I'm going to have to go and C-Spine them.
Yesterday I discovered a fabulous little restaurant which serves cold beer and tasty dishes. My waiter from yesterday greeted me with a nice smile and sat me in my spot. Today I tried another pasta and nearly fell off my chair it was sooooooooo good. France was about Wine & CHeese & Pastries and now I'm discovering Pasta for the first time. I may have to go back again tomorrow (oh I know---explore, broaden the horizons, develop the palate) but I like this place and I am trying new dishes---besides---what I am missing right now is a sense of something that is a bit familiar. It's nice to be incognito in a big city but I like it when I walk in some place and somebody knows you a bit and smiles at you in that way that says, hey you're back---nice to see you. I miss having a real conversation with someone. With Aviva and Claude it was wonderful, we had time to explore all sorts of subjects. And on your own, you first must meet people to do this and have time to talk. I bought more books---I'm reading more and I definitely am enjoying this.
OH-oH my bar tender is having a squabble with somebody on the phone, oh he's raising his voice and smacking his hand on the counter---he's calm now. THis is the Italian way---get irrate now and then you're done!
Pictures eh? Here they are
Dd
My stay in the convent includes breakfast and I'm back to my old antics: Butter up a bun and kill it with Nutella and wrap it up for later, and I always end up being thankful for the yummy snack.
It felt pretty good walking down the street and knowing in which direction I was off to. This little fact enhanced my enjoyment of my walk greatly. I managed to spend quite some time at the colosseum, reading the tables and my travel book, marveling at the sheer size of the place, and concocting a list of must look into's to figure out how on earth this place functioned. It's amazing to see the 'floor' and hear so well in this place. I felt like an ant.
After this I decided it was time for an ice cream cone because it is summer here. There are a few people who are determined to uphold the 'fall' fashion and they are in jeans and boots---and scarves. The rest of us are stretching our time in our summer clothes, sandals, and dresses. Along the cobbled streets surrounding the colosseum, one is very likely to get approached by a Gladiator, offering to take your picture with him. I might consider if the guy looked like a Gladiator and was robust, and at least wearing leather sandals but the NIKE sandals and the smoke in hand deter all of my curiosities for such frivolities. You have to admire how tenacious they are with tourists and at how a few suave words gets them what they need---attention & euros---well somebody's gotta do it.
Next I went across the street to the ruins of the Palace. What a place. It is mindnumbing to walk on the very stones that the ancient Emporers used on a daily basis. I find it interesting to see the deep wedges of rope, forever engraved, in the tall massive marble pillars (I read that vinegar and ropes were used to cut them down but it is such hard work that the attackers gave up).
This world of theirs must of been beautiful and graceful. I know, they did harsh things, but for the sake of today, being amongst the ruins, I could only think of how enchanting the gardens and grounds of this palace must have looked in the begining years and then, later, how years of attention to detail created a seasoned landscape. The rubble and the tumble of the large pillars onto the earth does not detract from the glory of this place. All of it is impressive. I think it's funny that tourists sit on the broken pieces while carefully pouring over their books to look up at the fallen structures and their remains. We are so immersed in it that by the end of the day you end up walking over bricks and stones and not think much of it. If that same piece of brick were to be on display away from here, I'd probably look at it and think, wow---this is soooooo old. We all do similar things. We look up, touch prized pieces if able to, look down, and think about our existance here and now, and how neat it is to see this.
By 2:30pm I was full---my brain that is. I even packed my little back pack equipped with a water bladder to keep hydrated and I ate snacks (he he he) and I was still tired. I made my way back up the long street and back to the crazy bikes and fast drivers. You should see how gutsy the Italians are at crossing a major intersection. Without so much as a look of concern they just---walk---and walk in front of traffic---and the bikes speed up to pass them instead of having to stop---and the cars have to stop so they do at the last second. I have in my bag two pairs of gloves because I am sure one day somebody's gonna get smacked and I'm going to have to go and C-Spine them.
Yesterday I discovered a fabulous little restaurant which serves cold beer and tasty dishes. My waiter from yesterday greeted me with a nice smile and sat me in my spot. Today I tried another pasta and nearly fell off my chair it was sooooooooo good. France was about Wine & CHeese & Pastries and now I'm discovering Pasta for the first time. I may have to go back again tomorrow (oh I know---explore, broaden the horizons, develop the palate) but I like this place and I am trying new dishes---besides---what I am missing right now is a sense of something that is a bit familiar. It's nice to be incognito in a big city but I like it when I walk in some place and somebody knows you a bit and smiles at you in that way that says, hey you're back---nice to see you. I miss having a real conversation with someone. With Aviva and Claude it was wonderful, we had time to explore all sorts of subjects. And on your own, you first must meet people to do this and have time to talk. I bought more books---I'm reading more and I definitely am enjoying this.
OH-oH my bar tender is having a squabble with somebody on the phone, oh he's raising his voice and smacking his hand on the counter---he's calm now. THis is the Italian way---get irrate now and then you're done!
Pictures eh? Here they are
Dd
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Rome Sept 23rd 2009
I am totally pleased!
I have walked a small marathon today, I didn't eat any sweets, AND I've found a wifi internet site two streets down from where I'll be living.
I took a night train for the first time in my life, completely omitting the fact that I'd be sleeping to the sound of metal scrunching feet below me and be rocked to sleep by the wobble of the train. I almost laughed outloud when I got to 'my room'. There were two other ladies there too---and I thought---one of us has got to go---but then I looked UP and saw a bed wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy up there. The two women sharing this small cabin with me were over 60 years old and I thought it would be ludicrous to send one of them up there. So I offered to switch a very prime bed for the nest up top. Let me tell you I didn't bother drinking too much water for fear that I'd be having to get up and go down the miniature ladder in the dark. So I climbed up there and settled and the train took off---nicely at first---slowly---and gently. And then it stopped and I thought my stomach was going to become part of my brain. And then there were the many corners and in the dark I could trace out exactly what path we were taking by how I felt. We must of gone down underground too because my ears were killing me at one point and I thought, this feels like going over the malahat.
Anyways, I managed to sleep and woke up to hot coffee and a wee breakfast in the train. Washing up in this cubicle felt like getting ready in a barbie doll house, everything looks real but is shrunk to fit inside this minute setting---interesting.
I met an American man getting off the train who had no idea where to go or where he would stay. Upon hearing me talking in english to my roomate he figured I was the safe one to follow, so I made sure I didn't let him down. Aviva and I discovered tourist info centers to be most helpful, that's where I was heading anyways. I left my neighbor in good hands.
Poor guy, I think I scared him. He said he wanted to see Rome before he died. He then said he had one week left. I said, one week left to live? (I knew what he meant!) but it got him laughing and he looked a bit less worried.
I wanted a list of monastaries and I got one. On foot I went in search of my good sisters offering shelter to those in need (oh don't worry---you don't get in for free). I finally arrived and was shown to my room---so far I'm alone but there is room for one more. So I'll be staying with the Sisters until I leave on the 28th.
I scoped out the roof top garden and I was so taken away with the view! There is a complete panaramic view of the ENTIRE city! Claude will be proud to hear that I have been taking note of my landmarks to figure out where things are on the map and where I am within the city when looking up. I saw many figures jutting out to the skies and wondered what they were. Sarah gave me a fabulous little easy to use book on ROme before I went and I've found many of those sights---Thanks Sarah---I love it! Claude taugt me well, I made a mental map of where I needed to go and traced my path. I am the navigator now so I have to do things without wasting too much time.
So I picked two places to see and hit a good local spot for lunch and I got five times what I asked for. I saw a few churches and found some big ticket items by walking my way around town. The streets are pretty well labelled and I only walked down the wrong sense a couple of times (I tell you my sense of direction is backwards so I always double check).
Anyhooooooo---It's 7:30pm and my bartender is whistling to all of the tunes (off key) but he's happy and it makes this place feel familiar (it will be familiar to me by the end of it because this is where I'll be coming to tap into the invisible gold---wifi).
Thanks Claude and Mommmaaaaaa for your lovely messages---I read them and always get a bit teary.
I should eat. And go to the roof top garden for a delight of lights.
Thank you for all of the well wishes---I realize there are invisible good wishes coming to me from various parts of Victoria and Alberta---I appreciate it.
Dd
I have walked a small marathon today, I didn't eat any sweets, AND I've found a wifi internet site two streets down from where I'll be living.
I took a night train for the first time in my life, completely omitting the fact that I'd be sleeping to the sound of metal scrunching feet below me and be rocked to sleep by the wobble of the train. I almost laughed outloud when I got to 'my room'. There were two other ladies there too---and I thought---one of us has got to go---but then I looked UP and saw a bed wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy up there. The two women sharing this small cabin with me were over 60 years old and I thought it would be ludicrous to send one of them up there. So I offered to switch a very prime bed for the nest up top. Let me tell you I didn't bother drinking too much water for fear that I'd be having to get up and go down the miniature ladder in the dark. So I climbed up there and settled and the train took off---nicely at first---slowly---and gently. And then it stopped and I thought my stomach was going to become part of my brain. And then there were the many corners and in the dark I could trace out exactly what path we were taking by how I felt. We must of gone down underground too because my ears were killing me at one point and I thought, this feels like going over the malahat.
Anyways, I managed to sleep and woke up to hot coffee and a wee breakfast in the train. Washing up in this cubicle felt like getting ready in a barbie doll house, everything looks real but is shrunk to fit inside this minute setting---interesting.
I met an American man getting off the train who had no idea where to go or where he would stay. Upon hearing me talking in english to my roomate he figured I was the safe one to follow, so I made sure I didn't let him down. Aviva and I discovered tourist info centers to be most helpful, that's where I was heading anyways. I left my neighbor in good hands.
Poor guy, I think I scared him. He said he wanted to see Rome before he died. He then said he had one week left. I said, one week left to live? (I knew what he meant!) but it got him laughing and he looked a bit less worried.
I wanted a list of monastaries and I got one. On foot I went in search of my good sisters offering shelter to those in need (oh don't worry---you don't get in for free). I finally arrived and was shown to my room---so far I'm alone but there is room for one more. So I'll be staying with the Sisters until I leave on the 28th.
I scoped out the roof top garden and I was so taken away with the view! There is a complete panaramic view of the ENTIRE city! Claude will be proud to hear that I have been taking note of my landmarks to figure out where things are on the map and where I am within the city when looking up. I saw many figures jutting out to the skies and wondered what they were. Sarah gave me a fabulous little easy to use book on ROme before I went and I've found many of those sights---Thanks Sarah---I love it! Claude taugt me well, I made a mental map of where I needed to go and traced my path. I am the navigator now so I have to do things without wasting too much time.
So I picked two places to see and hit a good local spot for lunch and I got five times what I asked for. I saw a few churches and found some big ticket items by walking my way around town. The streets are pretty well labelled and I only walked down the wrong sense a couple of times (I tell you my sense of direction is backwards so I always double check).
Anyhooooooo---It's 7:30pm and my bartender is whistling to all of the tunes (off key) but he's happy and it makes this place feel familiar (it will be familiar to me by the end of it because this is where I'll be coming to tap into the invisible gold---wifi).
Thanks Claude and Mommmaaaaaa for your lovely messages---I read them and always get a bit teary.
I should eat. And go to the roof top garden for a delight of lights.
Thank you for all of the well wishes---I realize there are invisible good wishes coming to me from various parts of Victoria and Alberta---I appreciate it.
Dd
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sept 22nd Munich/Dachau AND Oktoberfest!
Well my internet connection is slow---so I cannot post pics right now. I've tried twice to no avail.
This morning I woke up refreshed, happy, and with all of my gear intact.
My stay with Wombat Hostel was a great success.
In fact it's 6:30pm and I'm back and enjoying a 2euro pint (which I asked to half size because it's cheaper than a small beer---happy hour you know---Claude you'd roll your eyes out here!!!!!).
I had a fabULOUS day! First of all, let me say that I chose to come to Munich to see Dachau---one of the concentration camps here in Germany---I saw the brochure at the airport and I knew this would be the one thing I'd want to see.
So this morning, I was ready and waiting by the train station for my tour group. My history of the concentration camps is limited and I wanted to get a better picture of it by being with a knowledgeable guide. I certainly lucked out because my guide was passionate, interesting, and compassionate---he made the tour something special and very educational.
Before we even boarded the train to get to our destination I met another fellow tourer, a cop named Grant who works in New Zealand along with his co worker (a dog) named Butch.
The information I received from Gordon, our tour guide, was powerful and eye opening. There is so much I want to say and yet there are no words I feel I wish to spit out. This is a place you need to digest for yourself. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, and this is something I had to accept; when the 75000 prisoners were held here, the weather would of gone on as it always did, blue skies, grey days, cold days, hot days---and it always ended the same way---days trapped here.
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After Dachau, Grant and I spoke Germany. He asked me if I went to Oktoberfest. I said no. He said, well you gotta go. Well I said, I'm leaving tonight (I made a mistake the other day, I said I was leaving on the 23rd but I'm leaving tonight at 9pm and will be in Rome tomorrow morning at 0900 on the 23rd). So he said, should I take you to Oktoberfest? You need to see it. So I said, why not?
Oh dear---what a place! There are dozens of beer huts and these huts are building really, huge and capable of hosting hundreds of drunken folks! The building I went in happen to be THE building in which all hell breaks loose on Sept 20th at 1200 when some high ranking German guy bangs the gun and everybody starts drinking until October 4th!
In this particular place there is this blown up figure hanging from the ceiling---looks like Mario brothers riding a pig---and if you're in the ring below you apparently have to throw your underwear up onto it. If your underwear land up high on the thing, the crowd cheers madly. IF you are caught inside this ring WITH your underear ON you can get them ripped off (literally). We did not sit in the ring!
When you get your monster size beer, you are expected to stand up on the bench and smack your mugs together (and you have to look at the person IN the EYE or you get 6 years of bad luck). Hopefully you don't shatter your mug (this happens usually after your fourth mug). So Grant and I stood up and yelled out "PROST" and smacked our mugs together and took a frothy sip of beer---OH CLaude!!!! Germany is waiting for you! The waitresses are able to carry armfuls of beer and serve them to their country folk with a twinkle in their eyes. The atmosphere here is festive and the message is simple, drink until you can't drink no more. Needless to say, we only had ONE beer and went on our way---but I can see how fun this place would be all dressed up and hanging out with friends.
Grant showed me the fair grounds, a place where we'd stop and laugh at the poor kids twirling around madly up in the air. It's like the Saanich fair grounds with costumes to boot. The eyes are filled with colors from all of the people dressed up!
In the minute that it took for me to stop to look at a four year old picking his nose while his mother was trying to take his picture I lost my buddy. YUP, it was a typical movie scene, the lonely girl in the center of a crowd at the crossroads branching into five different directions---which way does she go? Does he come back and find her?
At first I looked around me like a lost person---then I figured---head back to where you came from---you had fun and now go home---and I found the last memorable marker and made my way up the familiar lane. A few minutes later, I felt a tug on my backpack and Grant was back.
We had a bite to eat and went back towards the train station to part ways.
We shook hands and I came back here to collect my locked up suitcase and to spend a minute writing up my blog---I have a few good pictures but the small eternity it takes to post them has convinced me to skip it---really it could take all night for some reason! But oh heck, I'll try one more time and if it works it works! If not, then I'll be a day late.
Dd
Claude I read your message and I couldn't believe your day! All day today I kept thinking you would so enjoy this tour and to boot you'd of loved the beer fest!!!!
Likewise my brother, this trip is sorely missing your presence now. I'll be chatting with you before you know it and we'll be laughing at all the crazy things that made us roll our eyes (hang on---I think we did laugh at those too!)
This morning I woke up refreshed, happy, and with all of my gear intact.
My stay with Wombat Hostel was a great success.
In fact it's 6:30pm and I'm back and enjoying a 2euro pint (which I asked to half size because it's cheaper than a small beer---happy hour you know---Claude you'd roll your eyes out here!!!!!).
I had a fabULOUS day! First of all, let me say that I chose to come to Munich to see Dachau---one of the concentration camps here in Germany---I saw the brochure at the airport and I knew this would be the one thing I'd want to see.
So this morning, I was ready and waiting by the train station for my tour group. My history of the concentration camps is limited and I wanted to get a better picture of it by being with a knowledgeable guide. I certainly lucked out because my guide was passionate, interesting, and compassionate---he made the tour something special and very educational.
Before we even boarded the train to get to our destination I met another fellow tourer, a cop named Grant who works in New Zealand along with his co worker (a dog) named Butch.
The information I received from Gordon, our tour guide, was powerful and eye opening. There is so much I want to say and yet there are no words I feel I wish to spit out. This is a place you need to digest for yourself. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, and this is something I had to accept; when the 75000 prisoners were held here, the weather would of gone on as it always did, blue skies, grey days, cold days, hot days---and it always ended the same way---days trapped here.
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After Dachau, Grant and I spoke Germany. He asked me if I went to Oktoberfest. I said no. He said, well you gotta go. Well I said, I'm leaving tonight (I made a mistake the other day, I said I was leaving on the 23rd but I'm leaving tonight at 9pm and will be in Rome tomorrow morning at 0900 on the 23rd). So he said, should I take you to Oktoberfest? You need to see it. So I said, why not?
Oh dear---what a place! There are dozens of beer huts and these huts are building really, huge and capable of hosting hundreds of drunken folks! The building I went in happen to be THE building in which all hell breaks loose on Sept 20th at 1200 when some high ranking German guy bangs the gun and everybody starts drinking until October 4th!
In this particular place there is this blown up figure hanging from the ceiling---looks like Mario brothers riding a pig---and if you're in the ring below you apparently have to throw your underwear up onto it. If your underwear land up high on the thing, the crowd cheers madly. IF you are caught inside this ring WITH your underear ON you can get them ripped off (literally). We did not sit in the ring!
When you get your monster size beer, you are expected to stand up on the bench and smack your mugs together (and you have to look at the person IN the EYE or you get 6 years of bad luck). Hopefully you don't shatter your mug (this happens usually after your fourth mug). So Grant and I stood up and yelled out "PROST" and smacked our mugs together and took a frothy sip of beer---OH CLaude!!!! Germany is waiting for you! The waitresses are able to carry armfuls of beer and serve them to their country folk with a twinkle in their eyes. The atmosphere here is festive and the message is simple, drink until you can't drink no more. Needless to say, we only had ONE beer and went on our way---but I can see how fun this place would be all dressed up and hanging out with friends.
Grant showed me the fair grounds, a place where we'd stop and laugh at the poor kids twirling around madly up in the air. It's like the Saanich fair grounds with costumes to boot. The eyes are filled with colors from all of the people dressed up!
In the minute that it took for me to stop to look at a four year old picking his nose while his mother was trying to take his picture I lost my buddy. YUP, it was a typical movie scene, the lonely girl in the center of a crowd at the crossroads branching into five different directions---which way does she go? Does he come back and find her?
At first I looked around me like a lost person---then I figured---head back to where you came from---you had fun and now go home---and I found the last memorable marker and made my way up the familiar lane. A few minutes later, I felt a tug on my backpack and Grant was back.
We had a bite to eat and went back towards the train station to part ways.
We shook hands and I came back here to collect my locked up suitcase and to spend a minute writing up my blog---I have a few good pictures but the small eternity it takes to post them has convinced me to skip it---really it could take all night for some reason! But oh heck, I'll try one more time and if it works it works! If not, then I'll be a day late.
Dd
Claude I read your message and I couldn't believe your day! All day today I kept thinking you would so enjoy this tour and to boot you'd of loved the beer fest!!!!
Likewise my brother, this trip is sorely missing your presence now. I'll be chatting with you before you know it and we'll be laughing at all the crazy things that made us roll our eyes (hang on---I think we did laugh at those too!)
Monday, September 21, 2009
A bientot Claude et Hello Munich Sept 21st 09
Claude and I woke up bright and early this morning and walked together to our destination within the airport to proceed with flying out of France. Thank goodness for us that we took a hotel room right near our tower---this place is monumentaly large and presents you, without any effort, with plenty of opportunities to get lost. Now I know, two weeks is great but saying 'See you soon' to Aviva and then to Claude was very difficult. Today for some reason I just wanted to hang on and say, Now now, stay...let's go do something eh? I was given a lovely hug and a smile that says, it's been great...see u soon. So off we went.
Whenever I see a sibling go away and I know I won't see them for some time I always feel like crying---but I didn't.
To make the time fly by like you wouldn't believe I went and sat down in the 'right spot' for luggage check in---just not the right spot for me. As the minutes started passing all to quickly and nothing was budging, I realized I may be at the wrong spot---and I was. I had just enough time to walk to my appropriate gate, and board. I'm glad because I was so focused on getting from A to B that I didn't really have time to process that I was 'leaving' France.
All I knew earlier today was that I landed in Munich and that I landed safe and sound, nothing more. I decided to make my way to the heart of Munich.
Ummmmmmmmmm I failed to note one HUGE thing.
OKTOBERFEST---Yes---In fact it just started yesterday---and everyone travels the GLOBE to come here for this wonderful event! This is the place of origin for all the Octerber Fests worldwide eh? And...this is where I choose to go...to casually find a nice little hostel and stay a few days.
Well I made it to the tourism office but they soon handed me a map and said very nicely that it will be very difficult to find accomodations below 150Euro/night. Oh! That changes everything! Not so fun sounding really.
I grabbed the maps (people like me have two maps in case one is more confusing than the other one and then visa versa---ha!) No matter, I was going to find shelter come what may (tears perhaps).
They were right, I hotel after hotel, Booked, 150 or 225 a night, but on this last one the girl mentioned a small street to look into---and I got lucky.
I found the Wombat Hostel at 49 Euro/night, laundry, wi-fi (yahoo), and lots of info on the town. I booked a night. And I can't toot my horn too soon, there are three double bunk beds in my room and everyone is dressed up a la Okterberfest and heading out to drink---but I'm on the top bunk so no one will get sick on me---ha ha ha.
I've done a load of laundry and I'll be packed again before I hit the hay tonight.
There is one big thing I want to do tomorrow and then I'm heading to ROME at nightfall. I booked a night train from Munich to ROme and I'll be there on the morning of the 24th and then I stay until I fly out for London.
Munich is beautiful from the very little that I've seen (train and down town here) and it is VERY VERY busy. There are so many people that it reminds me of Venice! It's neat because most of the women are in their traditional outfits and the men are wearing their lederhosen (in other words: Short leather pants with cute overalls). And it looks like the world is meeting up here in Munich with the various Nationalities taking part in this huge festivity.
I am beat so my plans are very mellow tonight. It's 7pm and I've got my dinner and beer (Hey Claude! You should see the size of the beer mugs offered here---two handers for sure) and I'm writing so I'm happy. I did some exploring but I'm a funny person, give me three new things to do and I am exhausted. Flying, finding my train, and finding sleeping did me in. I just can't fathom the thought of mingling with a ton of people right now. In fact, what I am craving is my bed finally! Before I bought the one I have at home I spent 6 months disliking my bed. So I cracked down and bought one that I really liked---and today I'm in the mood for the coolness of my room and the peace and quiet of my surroundings, AND fresh air!
I'm thinking of my family tonight and missing each and everyone of them. With Claude leaving I am at once reminded of all of my ties that keep me grounded most days of the year.
Here are some pics of today and of Claude and I working on the pictures last night.
Claude I am thinking of you as you fly---I wish you well in your short rest before you return to work. Your absence is already felt!
Dd
Whenever I see a sibling go away and I know I won't see them for some time I always feel like crying---but I didn't.
To make the time fly by like you wouldn't believe I went and sat down in the 'right spot' for luggage check in---just not the right spot for me. As the minutes started passing all to quickly and nothing was budging, I realized I may be at the wrong spot---and I was. I had just enough time to walk to my appropriate gate, and board. I'm glad because I was so focused on getting from A to B that I didn't really have time to process that I was 'leaving' France.
All I knew earlier today was that I landed in Munich and that I landed safe and sound, nothing more. I decided to make my way to the heart of Munich.
Ummmmmmmmmm I failed to note one HUGE thing.
OKTOBERFEST---Yes---In fact it just started yesterday---and everyone travels the GLOBE to come here for this wonderful event! This is the place of origin for all the Octerber Fests worldwide eh? And...this is where I choose to go...to casually find a nice little hostel and stay a few days.
Well I made it to the tourism office but they soon handed me a map and said very nicely that it will be very difficult to find accomodations below 150Euro/night. Oh! That changes everything! Not so fun sounding really.
I grabbed the maps (people like me have two maps in case one is more confusing than the other one and then visa versa---ha!) No matter, I was going to find shelter come what may (tears perhaps).
They were right, I hotel after hotel, Booked, 150 or 225 a night, but on this last one the girl mentioned a small street to look into---and I got lucky.
I found the Wombat Hostel at 49 Euro/night, laundry, wi-fi (yahoo), and lots of info on the town. I booked a night. And I can't toot my horn too soon, there are three double bunk beds in my room and everyone is dressed up a la Okterberfest and heading out to drink---but I'm on the top bunk so no one will get sick on me---ha ha ha.
I've done a load of laundry and I'll be packed again before I hit the hay tonight.
There is one big thing I want to do tomorrow and then I'm heading to ROME at nightfall. I booked a night train from Munich to ROme and I'll be there on the morning of the 24th and then I stay until I fly out for London.
Munich is beautiful from the very little that I've seen (train and down town here) and it is VERY VERY busy. There are so many people that it reminds me of Venice! It's neat because most of the women are in their traditional outfits and the men are wearing their lederhosen (in other words: Short leather pants with cute overalls). And it looks like the world is meeting up here in Munich with the various Nationalities taking part in this huge festivity.
I am beat so my plans are very mellow tonight. It's 7pm and I've got my dinner and beer (Hey Claude! You should see the size of the beer mugs offered here---two handers for sure) and I'm writing so I'm happy. I did some exploring but I'm a funny person, give me three new things to do and I am exhausted. Flying, finding my train, and finding sleeping did me in. I just can't fathom the thought of mingling with a ton of people right now. In fact, what I am craving is my bed finally! Before I bought the one I have at home I spent 6 months disliking my bed. So I cracked down and bought one that I really liked---and today I'm in the mood for the coolness of my room and the peace and quiet of my surroundings, AND fresh air!
I'm thinking of my family tonight and missing each and everyone of them. With Claude leaving I am at once reminded of all of my ties that keep me grounded most days of the year.
Here are some pics of today and of Claude and I working on the pictures last night.
Claude I am thinking of you as you fly---I wish you well in your short rest before you return to work. Your absence is already felt!
Dd
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Aurevoir Blois, un p'tit bonjour Orlean, et BONJOUR Paris! Sept20th09
Claude and I packed our bags, went in search of coffee (to no avail because it's Sunday and Sunday in France is sacred---which means---nothing is open---I lie---we did find the pastry shop and purchased pain au chocolat and an apple struddle) and went on our way. We did a few more roundabouts and went to visit Jeanne D'Arc's neighborhood in Orlean for about an hour or so before heading towards Fontainbleu. In Orlean, we heard the loud pipe organs oozing out of a massive church---so we went in and stayed for the last half of mass (and we were able to hear the formidable organ breath to life beneath someone's capapble hands for 20 minutes). Here in this town we found coffee and paid an arm for it but it was worth every frothy bit.
After paying homage to Jeanne (quickly) we 'thought' we were going to visit Fontainblue but---with all the detours of the day---we decided to head for Paris and return the car in good time.
Holly Molly, I forgot about driving in Paris and I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy to have Claude as my navigator. You must be brave, assertive, and watchful when driving here! Claude's map was driving him crazy, the drivers were edgy, and the sun was out shining proudly, which means hot air all around and not a drop of fresh air to be had. Bikes zooming in and out of traffic, cars changing lanes with little to no notice, and the pace at high speeds---no time to relax. The exits came and went, the signs clear and quick made sense, and eventually we made it to the right rental unit to return our car, intact and safe.
I have to say that our trip together was educational and very memorable. My brother is a wizzzzzzzzzzz with maps and has a most keen sense of direction (if only it would rub off it would be great!).
I think a trip like this ferments in your soul for some time and you realize it's importance a few months later when you think back on it. All I know is that we tailored a trip that suited both of our needs and we were both happy with all of the decisions we made as we went along. We went with the flow, laughed our frustrations away, and took in the scenery which France gracefully presented us. And---what's great is that each place, each experience, gives way to a million little ideas as they become seeds for future reference---ahhh---that's where the gold is at!
So now, it's 2220 and I am sitting in front of a large window at the airport with Claude on my left leaning out the window. He's looking at the nights sky and the traffic below, arms crossed, comfortably taking in the sights and sounds of Paris. We have a perfect view of the planes taking off---like little diamonds firing off into space with little people sitting inside, praying (that's what I'd do), reading, chatting, or whatver, heading somewhere else other than here.
Tomorrow this will be us---flying out of Paris to somewhere else. Claude will walk me to my gate for 0700 and then head off to his. Claude is going home and I'm heading back to Munich of all places---ha! For what I have NO idea yet!
So here we go.
Suitcases packed.
Smiles on our faces.
Aurevoir Paris---et aurevoir La France
Dd
After paying homage to Jeanne (quickly) we 'thought' we were going to visit Fontainblue but---with all the detours of the day---we decided to head for Paris and return the car in good time.
Holly Molly, I forgot about driving in Paris and I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO happy to have Claude as my navigator. You must be brave, assertive, and watchful when driving here! Claude's map was driving him crazy, the drivers were edgy, and the sun was out shining proudly, which means hot air all around and not a drop of fresh air to be had. Bikes zooming in and out of traffic, cars changing lanes with little to no notice, and the pace at high speeds---no time to relax. The exits came and went, the signs clear and quick made sense, and eventually we made it to the right rental unit to return our car, intact and safe.
I have to say that our trip together was educational and very memorable. My brother is a wizzzzzzzzzzz with maps and has a most keen sense of direction (if only it would rub off it would be great!).
I think a trip like this ferments in your soul for some time and you realize it's importance a few months later when you think back on it. All I know is that we tailored a trip that suited both of our needs and we were both happy with all of the decisions we made as we went along. We went with the flow, laughed our frustrations away, and took in the scenery which France gracefully presented us. And---what's great is that each place, each experience, gives way to a million little ideas as they become seeds for future reference---ahhh---that's where the gold is at!
So now, it's 2220 and I am sitting in front of a large window at the airport with Claude on my left leaning out the window. He's looking at the nights sky and the traffic below, arms crossed, comfortably taking in the sights and sounds of Paris. We have a perfect view of the planes taking off---like little diamonds firing off into space with little people sitting inside, praying (that's what I'd do), reading, chatting, or whatver, heading somewhere else other than here.
Tomorrow this will be us---flying out of Paris to somewhere else. Claude will walk me to my gate for 0700 and then head off to his. Claude is going home and I'm heading back to Munich of all places---ha! For what I have NO idea yet!
So here we go.
Suitcases packed.
Smiles on our faces.
Aurevoir Paris---et aurevoir La France
Dd
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Castles, castles, and castles...Sept 19th 2009
We were able to sleep in today...yahooooo...a first quite some time now.
In the previous towns we woke up to bells, yells, and mopeds ripping up the street, and here, it has been pigeons rrrrrrrrrrroooooockooolllling after 0700.
Claude snoozed and woke up to the feeling of being stared at...he rolled over and found a grey little cat with zesty eyes watching him from it's perch next door. We took a picture of the little guy.
We know of a good coffee house in town here and we hit it up before we leave town every day and it's the same order two days in a row now...double coffee in your largest cup...and it's always good (if you ask for milk on the side, they'll even ask you if you want it hot or cold...so you can add milk and not loose out on hot scalding coffee...my favorite).
It's the weekend and everyone is out, buying and selling goods. In town, Claude was seduced by a wee kitten and ended up buying three packs of candy to support a cause unknown to him.
On the road by 1000 and in castle land by noon. We certainly made great time today and we visited 3 castles (ok---2 tours and we had a beer outside the 3rd one).
The castles are wonderful but terribly packed with other tourists, which makes the entire experience tiring and frustrating. Our tactic: Go see the less visited and observe the big gun from afar (Chambord). At Chambord, the place was readying for the patrimoine evening and thousands of people were gathering. It was wonderful to walk the grounds and retreat to a nearby brassery for a beer instead...and to boot...a lovely white cat came to visit!
We had a really good day and we both thoroughly have enjoyed the drive in the countryside to get to our locations. We continue to marvel at the architecture of each of these monstrous homes built and we vow to explore and figure out how these larger than life structures were built (for example, how do you get an oversize statue on a peak?).
Claude and I are leaving Blois tomorrow morning (after coffee) and are heading to Paris. We need to drop off the car and find a hotel room for the night. Claude flies out at 1030 on the 21st and is due to arrive home in Alberta later on in the day.
I continue on and I will see where I land...so here are the pictures of today...Dd
In the previous towns we woke up to bells, yells, and mopeds ripping up the street, and here, it has been pigeons rrrrrrrrrrroooooockooolllling after 0700.
Claude snoozed and woke up to the feeling of being stared at...he rolled over and found a grey little cat with zesty eyes watching him from it's perch next door. We took a picture of the little guy.
We know of a good coffee house in town here and we hit it up before we leave town every day and it's the same order two days in a row now...double coffee in your largest cup...and it's always good (if you ask for milk on the side, they'll even ask you if you want it hot or cold...so you can add milk and not loose out on hot scalding coffee...my favorite).
It's the weekend and everyone is out, buying and selling goods. In town, Claude was seduced by a wee kitten and ended up buying three packs of candy to support a cause unknown to him.
On the road by 1000 and in castle land by noon. We certainly made great time today and we visited 3 castles (ok---2 tours and we had a beer outside the 3rd one).
The castles are wonderful but terribly packed with other tourists, which makes the entire experience tiring and frustrating. Our tactic: Go see the less visited and observe the big gun from afar (Chambord). At Chambord, the place was readying for the patrimoine evening and thousands of people were gathering. It was wonderful to walk the grounds and retreat to a nearby brassery for a beer instead...and to boot...a lovely white cat came to visit!
We had a really good day and we both thoroughly have enjoyed the drive in the countryside to get to our locations. We continue to marvel at the architecture of each of these monstrous homes built and we vow to explore and figure out how these larger than life structures were built (for example, how do you get an oversize statue on a peak?).
Claude and I are leaving Blois tomorrow morning (after coffee) and are heading to Paris. We need to drop off the car and find a hotel room for the night. Claude flies out at 1030 on the 21st and is due to arrive home in Alberta later on in the day.
I continue on and I will see where I land...so here are the pictures of today...Dd
Friday, September 18, 2009
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