Sorry again for the delay in posts, but my laptop finally gave up the ghost and we haven't been in one place for long enough to really use a computer. At this moment we are in Barcelona where we have had a few very very interesting and exciting days. We've eaten incredible food, hung out on some awesome beaches, gotten pickpocketed, and now we are on our way to Nice in France. I hope that when we get there we'll have a computer and be able to provide a more substantive update but in the meantime we are safe and well and having tons of fun. Miss you all!
Matt and Christine
Super Everything
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
Catching Raindrops
**Hey so my laptop just decided that it would be okay if it started charging again so you all get the posts that have been on here for the last couple of days! This post was written by me (Matt) and the one below it by Christine, so please go ahead and read both if you have the time and just remember they were written last weekend. More posts and pictures and things will be forthcoming so bear with us while my laptop returns to life!**
First of all, an apology.
We never did get around to writing a post about Prague because we
were simply enjoying it too much to take the time. Don't worry, a
time will soon come for that. At this moment though we are lying in
a green field outside of Berlin, reading books, listening to music,
and generally enjoying living.
Getting here was quite a
journey. We knew only generally where this music festival was going
to be, but very little of how to get there or what we would then do
was clear. We spent the night before our train left on the painfully
slow computers of the Little Quarter Hostel in Prague doing our best
to decipher the transportation directions. Directions, I should
point out, that could only be found in German. Needless to say, the
night before we left Prague I had some slight reservations about how
the next day's journey would progress.
We jumped on a train from
Prague to Berlin, about a five hour journey, and found ourselves in
the main train station of that same city. I wish I had pictures to
demonstrate, but this station is bigger than many airports and busier
still. With only a vague idea of our destination, a town called
Brieslang, we approached an electronic ticket terminal and
apprehensively picked the English option. This was actually
incredibly easily and we found a train going right where we wanted
leaving in less than half an hour. Things went so well in fact that
we purchased our ticket to Paris and we aren't even going there for
another two weeks.
We caught our train, found
our stop about half an hour later, and even found the shuttle stop
that was supposed to take festival-goers to the grounds some six
miles away. At this time we really thought we were some hot shit.
Everything that we had figured out as we went worked out perfectly.
All we had to do was catch this shuttle that was there specifically
to get people from this very train stop(about fifty people in all) to
the festival grounds. Easy-peazy we thought, there is a festival
official, everything looked in order, this day had been a total slam
dunk! Except the shuttle never arrived. We were initially told to
just call a cab, but it turns out there was only one taxi for the
entire town sooo... I still don't know what happened to it, but hey,
we saw this cool sunset while we waited!
Eventually they got a bus
out to us, we found the festival grounds before it got dark and were
able to pitch our tent and catch some sleep. That was two nights ago
and the time in between has been incredible. There has been awesome
music, (mostly) awesome weather, and generally a very relaxed
atmosphere. Last night we got to see one of my most favorite bands,
Gogol Bordello. They sang, they played, they ran all over the stage
and the crowd loved this unique music which can only be described as
gypsy-punk. It was incredible.
Something about this place
is magical. I write this from the ground of my tent as I watch the
clouds float past out of the door. On the other side of a grove of
trees to my left are several stages from which we can hear all types
of music. All around me is a giant tent city with people milling
about and generally enjoying a really nice weekend. People sleep in
the grass, do more or less as they like, and everyone seems to get
along quite famously. Oh, and the food is so much better than any
sort of concert or festival I've ever seen in the states. It has
made a great resting point after all the wonder of Amsterdam and
Prague. By the time anybody reads this it will be two days from now
and we will be in Berlin and hopefully knee-deep in our next
adventure.
And so, to those of you
half-way around the world, I implore you to do one thing for me. It
matters not if you do it today or tomorrow, but someday take a second
to slow down and catch a raindrop :)
Peeing in Amsterdam
Edited To Add: now that the computer is still holding on to life, I have some posts to update. I wrote this one in Prague about Amsterdam. We will send some more updates soon : )
Christine Speaking...
First of all let me make clear, I was asleep during Matt's post of the Intermission blog. It is not me that doesn't know which floor I'm on, it's Matt!! He keeps thinking were on the top floor when we are only on the second. The kitchen is on the top and he keeps trying to go downstairs for food. It's very amusing because he seems to have a really good sense of direction. It turns out he doesn't, he just knows how to read a map really well. And somehow I have a very fine tuned sense of direction but am unable to read a map. We have learned in the last few days of Prague how to make our two skills work together! I can keep straight where we are facing and which side of the river we are on (and whether to go up or down) and Matt can figure out which square we are in and which street to take to the hostel or museum. We are almost done with our time in Prague, but first I want to talk a bit about Amsterdam.
The last two days in Amsterdam were mostly spent in two amazing museams. First we went to the Rijksmuseum. Which was both a general museum for Amsterdam and included some great pieces by Rembrandt. It was something being around art with Matt. I'm not trained at all in art and Matt is. The only familiar situation I was in was art in Paris with my aunt Liza who is an artist as well. It opened my mind a lot; looking at brushstrokes and techniques instead of just the historical context of a piece. It was really fun sharing my art history knowledge with Matt and in-exchange he made me much more impressed with the work of many artists. Such as this one which is done with pen ink and is several feet wide and high.
We then hung out at a coffee place and watched people travel by.
We found a urinal for men that allowed three men to pee in it at once right in public. Matt of course used it.
And yes, dramawiz, we women folk do have to pay to pee, but since I'm so trained to pee whenever it is free I have actually not paid yet, and it's the particular man folk Matt that paid to pee once before discovering the very free urinals. For those that don't know, due to the amount of deaths resulting from drunk men peeing in the canals (and falling in) there are now public urinals. There were only female toilets after 300 women peed on a bridge in protest, but they were taken away again when heroin addicts started using them as hiding places. Now that Amsterdam has really cleaned up their streets I think it's time to open the toilets back up, mostly so we don't have to enter a McDonald's and pay 50 euro cents to use a bathroom that is never cleaned.
We went to the Van Gogh museum which Matt will have more to say about later. But mostly we just walked around and checked out the cool city and played with taking cool pictures.
Christine Speaking...
First of all let me make clear, I was asleep during Matt's post of the Intermission blog. It is not me that doesn't know which floor I'm on, it's Matt!! He keeps thinking were on the top floor when we are only on the second. The kitchen is on the top and he keeps trying to go downstairs for food. It's very amusing because he seems to have a really good sense of direction. It turns out he doesn't, he just knows how to read a map really well. And somehow I have a very fine tuned sense of direction but am unable to read a map. We have learned in the last few days of Prague how to make our two skills work together! I can keep straight where we are facing and which side of the river we are on (and whether to go up or down) and Matt can figure out which square we are in and which street to take to the hostel or museum. We are almost done with our time in Prague, but first I want to talk a bit about Amsterdam.
The last two days in Amsterdam were mostly spent in two amazing museams. First we went to the Rijksmuseum. Which was both a general museum for Amsterdam and included some great pieces by Rembrandt. It was something being around art with Matt. I'm not trained at all in art and Matt is. The only familiar situation I was in was art in Paris with my aunt Liza who is an artist as well. It opened my mind a lot; looking at brushstrokes and techniques instead of just the historical context of a piece. It was really fun sharing my art history knowledge with Matt and in-exchange he made me much more impressed with the work of many artists. Such as this one which is done with pen ink and is several feet wide and high.
We then hung out at a coffee place and watched people travel by.
We found a urinal for men that allowed three men to pee in it at once right in public. Matt of course used it.
And yes, dramawiz, we women folk do have to pay to pee, but since I'm so trained to pee whenever it is free I have actually not paid yet, and it's the particular man folk Matt that paid to pee once before discovering the very free urinals. For those that don't know, due to the amount of deaths resulting from drunk men peeing in the canals (and falling in) there are now public urinals. There were only female toilets after 300 women peed on a bridge in protest, but they were taken away again when heroin addicts started using them as hiding places. Now that Amsterdam has really cleaned up their streets I think it's time to open the toilets back up, mostly so we don't have to enter a McDonald's and pay 50 euro cents to use a bathroom that is never cleaned.
We went to the Van Gogh museum which Matt will have more to say about later. But mostly we just walked around and checked out the cool city and played with taking cool pictures.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Rain Delay
Sorry about the long wait in posts, but my laptop has suddenly decided that it no longer wants to be charged and I am concerving this last hour of energy for as long as I can. The result of this is that three posts on here are delayed until I can figure out how to continue this from my cell phone. Pictures may also, unfortunatly, be put on hold indefinatly unless I can fix this computer.
But as long as I have you here I'll give a quick recap of whats been up. We were in Prague until thursday of last week and it was posativly beautiful. Great buildings, interesting people, cheap beer, and mediocre food. We spent last weekend at the Greenville music festival outside of berlin and it was awesome! Saw Gogol Bordello which is one of both Christine and I's favorite bands. For the most part the weather was great, but the last night get a bit chilly in our tent. The last two night have been spent in Berlin in an incredible hostel from which we have explored this sprawling, dynamic city. Much to my shock, the best food isn't even German! We basically spend all our time finding the various little Turkish restaurants and gorging ourselves on delicious, cheep, fresh food. If you ever get a chance at a Turkish pizza you absolutly must take it.
I will try to get a bigger update as soon as I can, but in the meantime we are safe, warm, well fed, and having an awesome time.
I hope everyone back home is doing well and we miss you all.
Talk to you soon :)
-Matt
But as long as I have you here I'll give a quick recap of whats been up. We were in Prague until thursday of last week and it was posativly beautiful. Great buildings, interesting people, cheap beer, and mediocre food. We spent last weekend at the Greenville music festival outside of berlin and it was awesome! Saw Gogol Bordello which is one of both Christine and I's favorite bands. For the most part the weather was great, but the last night get a bit chilly in our tent. The last two night have been spent in Berlin in an incredible hostel from which we have explored this sprawling, dynamic city. Much to my shock, the best food isn't even German! We basically spend all our time finding the various little Turkish restaurants and gorging ourselves on delicious, cheep, fresh food. If you ever get a chance at a Turkish pizza you absolutly must take it.
I will try to get a bigger update as soon as I can, but in the meantime we are safe, warm, well fed, and having an awesome time.
I hope everyone back home is doing well and we miss you all.
Talk to you soon :)
-Matt
Monday, July 23, 2012
An aside for bicycles
Amsterdam is a beautiful, fascinating,
and incredibly dangerous city. We wandered through idyllic
avenues and wide canals. We sat under the greenest trees, saw some
of the most incredible artwork, ate copious amounts of cheese, and
had a near death experience about once every half hour. I will
explain.
As Christine will surely attest to, the
roads here are a little different. First of all, there are the
trams. If you've ever been to San Francisco than you understand the
unique pressures that trams add to the process of crossing roads.
They travel fast, don't follow the same paths as cars, pop up where
you don't expect them, and can be very... quiet isn't really the right word so much as they are sneaky. Fortunately, they are big
and easy to spot once you get some practice.
Second, street crossing
isn't at all the same as in the States. There are crosswalks, but
their use is purely optional. People cross at any point in the road
that they think they can get across before getting flattened. The
roads and sidewalks are also set up so that you can cross a third of
the road or half of the road at a time and then have a safe stretch
of raised land about two feet across to stand in the middle of the
flowing traffic. This is also relatively easy to get the hang of.
The hard part is coming to terms with the idea of a city built around
bicycles.
As you can see, there are more bicycles than people in
Amsterdam. As you walk down any stretch of road you will see many
many bikes propped against all surfaces. On the first day it was
explained to us that any collision with a bicycle, be it by tram,
car, or person, is never the fault of the bicyclist. There are more
roads for bicycles than there are for anything else, and they aren't
particularly well advertised.
As Christine exclaimed after almost
being run down one afternoon, “they should really paint these a
different color from the roads and sidewalks.” While cars and
trams are at least big, bikes are slim and very hard to judge speed
with. They don't just ride down the road, but in and out of parks,
on and off the sidewalks, in and out of doorways, and sometimes it
feels like they drop straight from the sky.
Simply put, Amsterdam has a bike culture in much the same way that Los Angeles has a car culture. It's not that people make a conscious decision to ride their bikes everyday, its really just what you do and what has been done for as long as anybody is aware. Bikes are even family vehicles
We never did get hit, but if you are in
the neighborhood make sure you look both ways before crossing the
street. And the sidewalk. And parks. And open doors. When you
hear that characteristic “ring ring” its time to dodge and weave
because in Amsterdam, any collision with a bicycle is your
fault. I think that just looking at us the Amsterdamers knew that we would never understand their bicycle culture.
Intermission
A new post with more info and all of my little observations will be coming as soon, but in the meantime Christine and I would like to let you all know that we are in Prague and it is beautiful! The sun is shining, Christine doesn't seem to know what floor of the hostel we are on, and there is icecream on every single corner. So don't change that dial, we will be back shortly :)
Friday, July 20, 2012
Somewhere in the Between
Matt talking with Christine adding bits
in that look like this (C-words-C)
The past two days have been a blur.
Flying went easier than anticipated; our planes left on time and the
one stopover in Dallas was literally just short enough to grab a
couple sandwiches and some snacks before we left for Frankfurt. We
stumbled our way to the Frankfurt airport train station before 9am
local time, figured out where to get international tickets, and
booked the first train to Amsterdam just eight minutes before
departure. We covered a massive distance in a short time with almost
no hassle at all. It was bloody magnificent. After that we learned
travel in Europe during peak tourist season would not remain so easy.
You see, although it only took us eight minutes to get a train into
Amsterdam it takes closer to three days to get one back out again.
We had hoped to spend two nights and
then catch a night train to Prague but there were no trains available
until the third night. Fair enough we said. We'll have an extra day
to explore. And then we asked about getting a high speed train from
Paris to Barcelona later in the trip and were informed that that
train could only be booked from Paris. And apparently only with
weeks of advance notice. Huh, allrighty then. How the #@?! are we
supposed to manage that? I guess that's a question for a later date.
It took an hour, submerged in a dense
jet lag fog, to actually talk to someone about those tickets and by
the end of it we were pretty well worn out. Something like twenty
hours of fast travel and light sleep takes a hell of a toll. To top
it off we discovered that Amsterdam didn't adhere to the stated rules
of heat and sunshine that were supposed to govern a summer Europe
trip. It was rather distressing in fact to observe from the train
north out of Frankfurt that people just gradually dressed in heavier
and heavier clothing. Quite distressing indeed. As it turns out, it
doesn't actually get all that cold here, even if it does rain on and
off quite a bit. Oh, and we missed our tram out of the railway
station and decided that we would simply find our hostel on foot
somehow (C-It was a really sad look for us new tourists, we tried to
get into 4 different doors and they closed progressively each time we
attempted the next one-C). We had no idea in what direction it was.
Or how far away it was. Nor did we have a map other than the one
posted outside the train station. And ya know what? We found it
anyway. Yes, we are that #@!?ing awesome.
(C-We went and took a 4 hour, woke up
at 9 and because it was Amsterdam in the summer the light was still
out! And we were able to get our act together and get food instead
of going to bed starving. We found a little cafe with a funny waiter
and great cheap food. Even better food for Matt when he remember he
was going to eat meat on this trip and order a roast beef sandwich.
We came back to the hostel and talked to some Canadians. We sent
them though a bit of shock when we explained just how much public
school was in America, and how much debt the average person keeps
after school. One of the Canadians from BC had spent time in Quebec
to negotiate and talk with the gigantic student protests. So tuition
is a problem in Canada, and as we learned later the next day, a
difficult thing for most students, it's just exceptionally bad in
America.-C)
But that was all yesterday, before we
had a solid nap plus eight hours of sleep. Today was a whole new
ballgame. We got up at the crack of 8:30 and enjoyed a free
breakfast of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and some tea/coffee.
We finally got ourselves a map as well as the location of free
walking tours. We decided to continue to travel by foot, made it
across the city to the tour with just seconds to spare, and spent the
next three hours being led by an awesome Irish guide who led us
around a number of highlights and neighborhoods that gave us a
confidence in where we were and where we were going. Also: free
cheese! Cheese is big in this country as it turns out.(ha, when Liz
and I went to Amsterdam, we searched for cheese on the advice of her
aunt and never found it, I'm glad we found it this time. From what I
can tell though the free cheese is something you can only find when
not looking for it. Other travelers told us about it and were only
able to gesture to half the map of Amsterdam. We found it quite by
accident too-C) We found a cheese store that gave samples and
offered a tasting with three glasses of wine for 12 euros which was
promptly marked on the map for later usage. We later discovered a
cheese museum with endless samples of at least two dozen different
varieties of cheese which became a late lunch.
We wandered all about checking out the
different neighborhoods such as Jordaan where coffeeshops and a
laidback atmosphere dominated. We wandered the redlight district in
the shadow of the oldest church in town (where sailors used to get
their sins forgiven even before they had committed them just across
the street). We saw a statue of a really big head. We had the most
awesome and interesting conversation with a few locals where we got
to compare cultures and politics and schooling and everything else
that just blew my mind. We got lost for two hours and probably gave
the absolute worst directions to another traveler (yeah, sorry about
that, its my first day). We saw canals and leaning buildings and
drunk tourists and were almost run over by bikes and trams at least
five times an hour. It was exciting and welcoming and a great way to
start this trip.
(C-The big head was dedicated to an
author who's name escapes me, but I remember what he did. He lived
in Indonesia during its colonization. He wrote about the horrible
abuses and the best part is he changed the minds of the Dutch people
on colonization. In my South African class I learned that the same
thing happened to the British people when they discovered the true
horrors of slavery. I think this is very different from today in the
information age. It is easy to dismiss earlier people as crueler
then today, but the reality is they didn't know what was going on,
while we do. It definitely made me rethink the fact that I still buy
cheap clothes from stores that have a very bad reputation of child
labor and other abuses.-C)
(C-We learned much more about the Dutch
during the tour. The man that led us did his own research had some
really well thought out words to say about the Dutch history. He
taught us the “through the fingers policy” the Dutch idea that if
you followed three different rules you get to be tolerated in
Amsterdam. 1St: Don't make a lot of noise, 2nd
don't hurt anybody, 3rd be good for business. This
changed in World War 2. The tolerance turned from a profit making
endeavor to just the first 2 rules. Jewish Dutch were being beaten
up in the street, and the other Dutch went out in a huge strike that
got promptly stopped by the Nazis. The guide stressed the
significance of this strike, despite the loss; they went to help the
Jewish people because it was the right thing to do, not because it
made them money. This morality continues today. According to our
guide and our first day experience, the Dutch each have strong
morals, but they let others have their own different morals without
judgment. This is why marijuana and drugs in general are not
criminalized. While hard drugs are illegal, if a Dutch person gets
caught using one, he or she goes to rehab instead of prison. Under
pressure from the EU The Netherlands are trying to force drug cards
for people to use. But this is under protest in Amsterdam, because
no one here seems to want themselves or others under a moral
microscope. They are protesting because, even though most of
Amsterdam does not engage in soft drugs, they don't want to force
morals on other people. It is really radical to consider, especially
coming from some place like America where drug use is so harshly
punished.-C)
When we couldn't get a train out of
Amsterdam for three days at first I felt a bit trapped, but after
today I'm honestly sorry that we're going to be leaving this wondrous
place in just two days time. Yeah, I know, life is hard. We're
stuck in one amazing city with lots of free cheese waiting to head to
the next awesome city where I'm sure we will meet more incredible
people, eat more awesome food, and see more amazing things. Its
almost two in the morning here and I'm pretty well wiped out so I
think I'll let this come to an end but I think I'll be back before
long.
-Matt & Christine
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)