Sunday, May 5, 2013

General info


Sweden

General Sched:

7:30 wake-up

breakfast

8:00 Anders comes

8:30 begin work

11:00 Fika! (break)

11:15 back to work

1:00 lunch

1:45 back to work

3:30 work is done!

Whatever we want…

9 pm bed (at the latest)


Our room is pretty clean. Our bathroom is a terrifying tunnel with a toilet at the end. You can’t flush the toilet, so Hanna and I drink a lot of water so our pee won’t be gross. Throw the toilet paper away in the grocery bag, will ya? Hanna put the t.p. in the toilet twice out of habit. The level of cleanliness here is a bit low. My immune system should get a nice workout over the next 2 weeks. No chemicals to clean with of course, and a lot of water conservation means some interesting utensils/toilets/floors/etc. It’s kind of cool, though—a little grunge never hurt anyone. Except people who die from disease and stuff. Hanna and I are trying to wait until the 9th to shower. This means 8 days without bathing. Intense, considering this conversation today:

Hanna: “Did you get your hair…never mind”
Me: “No, say it.”
Hanna: “Nothing!”
Me: “What about my hair?!”
Hanna: “I was going to ask if you got it wet, but then I realized…”
Me: “…”

Basically all the food we eat here is from the farm or a dumpster. Cabbage, beets, potatoes, and homemade milk products (cheese, yogurt, milk). They also bake their own bread here, so there are delicious loaves of bread to be had.

The wifi in the main house is incredibly fast. It’s a little funny coming from a university with relatively no online-abilities to a farm with super-fast internet.

Karin and Anders own the farm. Karin is from New York, has lived in Sweden since the 70’s, she sculpts, does astrology, homeopathic healing, folk dances, she plays the piano and can talk for hours. She also asks this little glass bead questions like, “Do we have enough noodles?” and takes it’s movement as an answer. We’ll come back to this later. Anders is a Swede. He is fabulous. Big mustache, white hair. Incredibly strong for being in his late 60’s (?), very quiet. He speaks slowly and HANNA AND I LOVE HIM.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Sweden

Sadelvagen? Skadelvagen? Sadkelvagen? Despite street names like these, Hanna and I were able to find our farm relatively easily. It is AWESOME (besides lacking a working toilet/some electricity...but that kind of makes it better).

Today Hanna and I re-planted sprouted winter squash and New England pumpkin plants into bigger pots, made lunch for our fellow farmers (including Jorge from Spain, Larson from Portland (!), and Dan, a Swede), then we helped weed a greenhouse. Now is free time (we're going to the lake nearby) and then probably an early bed. Ahhh, Sewden-pastoral-utopia-without a toilet.

Hanna and I keep thinking/talking about our Salzburg family, though. Michelle, for instance would LOVE to talk with Karin our host. I had a dream last night that Kieran was on the farm (that would be hilarious), and we decided Katie Stanley would improve the farm's organization within the week. Sigh. I am going to miss the Salzburg dynamic, but for now I am LOVING the quiet, slow-paced farm atmosphere.

More updates later. I can't even begin to describe the farm/our hosts--ok, well I guess I can:
The farm-rather small, all organic, cozy and a little unorganized. Welcoming and homey.
Our hosts-Karin is from New York...leavingow-more later!


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

I'm 20!

9 days and I will be leaving Salzburg for Sweden. Crazy. let me fill you in on normal people things before I dissolve into a puddle at the thought of leaving all of this.

Gah now I'm listening to I'll Stand by You and feeling like an emotional 80's teen who needs a cigarette and holds a grudge against their parent who will later get in a tragic accident, teaching me an invaluable lesson about appreciating what you...

huh?

My 20th birthday was the.most.fun.
Breakfast in bed from Michelle and Hanna
German proficiency exam (got a perfect score on the oral portion!)
Lunch with some friends
Purple hair
Finished MAD MEN episode 1 w/ Chelle,
Thai food for dinner
Hit the Town
ITWASTHEMOSTFUN.
Did I mention I permanently jumped off the vegan boat? Another 4 months, but I think I'll just hang with lazy vegetarians. My veganism officially ended when in Shamrock Erin and Laura shoved milk chocolate in my mouth...yum?

CHAMPAGNE BECAUSE I'M 20!

So I have been messing around with iMovie all week because it's awesome/I need footage of my year abroad/blahblahblah. Below is me goofing with 3 clips form this year--watch it! or don't


Hanna Frisbee. 

So I'm no Wes Anderson, but I am making an end of the yr vid of my friends and I...gahh nostalgia material set to Do You Realize by The Flaming Lips can only mean crying in my bed next year

ANYWAY. This weekend was super fun. We celebrated my birthday, said goodbye to my Austrian friend Elli, ate copious amounts of ethnic food, etc., etc. The sun was also out, so many a trip to Mirabell.



Coffee with Elli

Well that was my birthday weekend. I know this update sucked, but I'm just trying to avoid getting sentimental about leaving, yknow? 

Friday, April 5, 2013

04/05/2013

My friend Kelsey Weyerbacher is an incredible photographer. Forgive my awful captioning:

RIP mohawk


Vatican sunset

Lookin' super artsy...
slash I'm just looking at roadside junk

Trevi Fountain

My face is a cute potato

yeeee

Hanna and I rapping in Epidarus. This arena had a.ma.z.in.g acoustics. People were smart in ancient times.


Art


Joel Orchard visits me today--in 2 hours, actually. Should be fun! Busy with term papers and job apps. Kbye







Some

Monday, March 25, 2013

Brrrrrlin

"MERLIN'S BEARD IT'S COLD!" exclaimed Megan as she walked along the East Side Gallery, wondering what she'd have for breakfast.  She only knew she wouldn't be eating here:




Beginnins of the East Side Gallery...obviously


Pretty cool

The East Side Gallery is the longest part of the Berlin Wall that remains intact

Megan and Nicole had been in Berlin for less than 48 hours, but already the two had determined this city was one of their favorites. The day previous, the two young lasses took the free Berlin walking tour and had a crash-course introduction to Berlin history. The tour began by the Brandenburg Gate, which was built in 1791 and modeled after the Acropolis in Greece (wasn't Megan there a few weeks ago...?). 

The gal sitting atop the chariot on top of the gate was the keeper of peace in Berlin, meant to assure harmony in the city. Oops. Napoleon would later take Berlin's peace-keeper, and upon her return from France she would be re-christened and put in charge of ensuring victory in Berlin. Oops. 

Brandenburg gate, y'allllll


Our tour guide breakin' history d.o.w.n.


Berlin, the tour guide said, was unique in that it wears its history on its sleeve. Megan couldn't help but compare this to Salzburg, a city that seems untouched by WWII despite the Anschluss in 1938, that commemorates its Jewish victims with small gold plates on the sidewalk, a city that still has publicly anti-Semitic politicians. While in Berlin, Nicole and Megan walked through a fascinating outdoor exhibit telling the stories of actors, scientists, writers and the like who were persecuted during the reign of the Third Reich:

Nicole in the exhibit
This lady wrote a fake suicide note and escaped! Creative, no? 
Megan and Nicole then went to the Holocaust Memorial and Museum. The Memorial was an entire square filled with different sized cement blocks, some as tall as 10 ft. The blocks were arranged in such a way that they created waves. The American designer of this memorial, when asked what it signified, said to go there yourself and tell him. 

Sunset in Holocaust Memorial


When I was in the memorial, I walked a little ahead of Nicole, and soon we were separated. I walked through the memorial end-to-end looking for her, and regretting not setting up a meeting place for when we were done. The memorial is incredibly quiet, all the blocks block out the noise of busy Berlin traffic. The museum underneath the memorial was also powerful, yet simple. Letters from victims were on display on screens on the ground--some were painfully direct: "We are being deported tomorrow. I will never see you again." The museum also had an empty room with screens on all four walls. On the screens was projected the name of a Jew who died during the Holocaust. A recording played first in German then in English stating the name of the victim, what was known about them, and how they died. It would take over 6 years to hear every person's name. 

Back to third person!

Megan and Nicole concluded the evening by walkg around Tiergarten. The Garden was incredibly quiet and peaceful, and MASSIVE. Someone had posted a sign stating they had lost their key...good luck, buddy. You ain't gonna find nuthin' in that ginormous place, knaw mean? Lovely walk, lovely sunset, but sooooo cold.

That night Megan and Nicole checked out some of Berlin's famous bars, staying the longest at Roses. 'Twas Megan's favorite bar! Her favorite bar of all time, forsooth! 

Retiring that night, Megan and Nicole looked very much forward to a good night's sleep. The night previous had been spent in an airport, and 'twas a long day indeed...unfortunately there resided in the 20-person hostel room a fortissimo snorer. He unleashed upon the room a snore so loud that one could feel their inner-organs vibrating along with the deep grunting. Megan and Nicole took their leave 'fore 7 am, unable to continue their slumber.

THE NEXT DAY...

Megan and Nicole checked out the East Side Gallery and looked for breakfast (this is where I started, remember?). Now, a word on Berlin dining

Megan:Berlin :: God:Jesus

That's right, in Berlin Megan was well-pleased. Well-pleased, indeed! Vegan restaurants abound in Berlin, and the awful joke Megan had made on the plane from Munich to Berlin was quite unwarranted:

A vegan going to Berlin? What's the wurst that could happen?

I know, it's terrible.

BACK TO THE STORY!!

Megan and Nicole dined in a quaint cafe, and moved on to Museum Island. Berlin is spread out--not centralized like most European cities (this is due, of course, to the prior separation of East and West, and new sections falling in and out of style)--one of the districts in Berlin is Museum Island. Exactly what it sounds like. Museums.everywhere. COOL.

So many museums beckoned the two girls, it became quite clear only a select few could be visited. But which ones? The modern art museum woud certainly be trendy, but the Pergamon was calling!, the German history museum sounded great--but was it as good as the Berlin history museum?, a modern science museum had an exhibit on prosthetics...LIFE WAS SO HARD FOR THE YOUNG COLLEGE STUDENTS...!

Eventually Megan and Nicole decided on the Pergamon and the German History Museum, because they are wise beyond their years. 

PERGAMON:

Spy Nicole? This place was HUGE



Wood-work-whoa

The Pergamon was super cool for two reason. First, the building was constructed around the GIANT architecture that had been stolen taken without permission from other lands. The pieces we incorporated in the actual museum. It felt like being outside almost, because the pieces were clearly originally outdoors. The Pergamon altar was from Greece--it was SO cool seeing the piece after visiting Greece. 

GERMAN HISTORY:

Germany has a lot of history, in case you didn't know. 



Nicole is ALL about solemn figures in painting

German courts loved little people

Discord in marriage-LOVE it

Adorable children's doll

So.hipster. 


The museum also had a fascinating display of WWI-Cold War stuff. The layout of the exhibit was chronological, very nice to explore. 


Brandenburg gate at night


Pieces of the wall on display

TV Tower

After their time in the museums, Megan and Nicole went to find some dinner. They walked around, in search of vegan food, and stumbled upon Vietnamese food. Well, not exactly "stumbled". The easiest thing to find in Berlin is Vietnamese food. Not the Brandenburg gate, not TV Tower, not the wall and not even a toilet. If there is one thing you will see in Berlin it is a Vietnamese restaurant. Nicole and I went and had one of the best meals I have ever eaten in my entire life. It was 4 Euro.

I will write another blog post of things I forgot//pictures as they are uploaded to facebook//the like. Too busy to edit this post, sorry it wasn't ideal. Mountain of homework awaits, and I have an interview for another job tomorrow via skype! Wish me luck, or don't--I won't really know either way. Kbye.


Saturday, March 9, 2013

Le General Update

Thomas's mom is in the center. She is being mom-ish and plays cribbage and now I miss my lame parents. 

Got a job in the UP Writing Center! eeeee!!

Almost have my splits on my right leg.

A poem of mine is being published in UP's Writer's Magazine! eeeee!!

Salzburg is ridiculously warm (mid 60's, yo) because the Fohne (warm wind from Africa) has come up--short sleeves and Birkenstocks...le happy. Salzburgers hate it, though. They get all paranoid and everyone has a head cold, but we LOVE it. Went with Michelle to our favorite restaurant, Tokyo, where we get free Miso soup and the owners love us. They told Michelle and I we were 'beides Suße', ahh Le happy. So good to be home. 

They redid the kitchen her ein the center while we were on Spring tour. Everything is stainless steel, and it is pretty sweet. 

Made my schedule for Fall next year, need to study and junk...

Don't have a UTI, but got creative with my Mellencamp :

When I was a young girl,
I had my Luvs and Huggies waysNow that I'm gettin' older, so much olderI love all those Pampers days.With pee like you,With pee like you,Lord knows I need cranberry juice, baby,With pee like you.
Come on and leak it
Burn so good.Come on baby, make it burn so good.Sometimes pee don't feel like it should.You make it burn so good.

Friday, March 1, 2013

I forgot to relay...


We drove out of Nafplio early morning, and were winding through some hills during the sunrise. Unreal. It was hard to not stare at the sun, which you shouldn’t do, but I had to keep looking away. It was massive and orange and spectacular. Like Impression Sunrise meets National Geographic.

I have seen countless vendors, street-artists, and dumb tourist gimmicks, but this one got me:













HOW DO THEY DO IT? Michelle pointed out a small crane thing in the bottom man’s shirt, “or the second option is, of course, magic.”

The boy at the Gellateria Naturala was quite nice. He worked at the gelato shop until 8 every evening, so we had a few run-ins. Rather, I ran in a few times. Anyway, in classic Italian style he winked and blahblahblah. So on our last day in Rome Michelle and I grabbed some vegan gelato and said goodbye to the gelato boy. Walking back to our hotel:

“What if I married him? Just went back and took him to say our nuptials and in the morning we would get an annulment and head to Florence.”
“You should definitely elope.”
“Yeah! On the last day of February, the first time in over 600 years the Pope resigns, I fulfill my creepy high school fantasy of a dramatic marriage.”
“What if you got pregnant on your wedding night?”
“Ohmygod our child would be beautiful—I’d have a son. My son would be bilingual-“
“Your son would have curly hair!”
“Where would I raise him? My father-in-law wouldn’t approve, I know it.”
“Man you just got married, divorced, had a kid and considered moving to Italy.”
“…and I don’t even know my ex-husband’s name.”

Goodbye, Gelato Boy.