We'll be washed and buried one day my girl
and the time we were given will be left for the world
the flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
so let the memories be good for those who stay
I sat in the park today helplessly swatting at mosquitoes as I read. The weather was perfect, the sky the color of the ocean, and a slight breeze to keep the heat of the sun at bay. Then I heard it. The scream of the little train. The scream I had heard throughout my life. I am 7 again. I am outside the blood red barn house, waiting for my chance to enter. Upon crossing the barrier I make my way down the orange lit aisle, and find the perfect seat. Parents and children alike board along with me. Soon we're off, the tracks leading the way, and the whine of the train bringing the passengers and passerbys to attention. Before long we reached it. The thing I still can see as bright as day. The awkward black plastic tunnel. The place where the girls pretended with joy to scream in fear of the the blackness; the place where the boys pretended with joy to cover their ears in annoyance.
I see that cheap, unnatural tunnel as I round the park, with the muted claps and cheers of a baseball game in the not-so-distant distance. My pace is quickening. I'm at a brisk walk as I pass the carousel, which is still planted firmly on the pedestal that Burlington placed it on however many years ago. The loud clang of the bells and the low om-pa-pa toot of the pipe organ overcomes my thoughts. I'm 7 again. I hurdle myself impatienly through the gate, hunting the petrified animal I find most appearling. Today it's an ostrich. I grasp the brass pole with anticipation. The antiquated top lurches as it forces its heavy load into motion, slowly builds up speed. Faces outside the fence begin to blur slightly, but I don't notice. I'm enjoying the steady rise and fall, the whirl of colors in the mirrors, the Victorian style paintings in the ceiling.
I slam the door on my memories, and my car, and rev up the engine, as I hastily try to get out of the park without crying. I drive and drive. I come to the stop where there's a asylum/old folks home across the street. The old people are all sitting under the tree, having died there who knows how long ago. I turn my head away in disgust and fear. Curse you Mother Nature; such feelings on a day like this?
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Saturday, May 2, 2009
When I get home
Is it sad that the closer I arrive to the time when I have to go back home, the more I realize that I want to stay here longer?
Friday, April 24, 2009
When in Rome....
This past month has certainly flown by. I think that that was helped by the recent travels I took with the Spanish crew (my name for these people always changes. What good is a couple of spanish people to me if I can't find a reasonable pet name to call them? Oh well.) Yaiza, Ilde and myself planned to disembark to Italia, for a two-week whirlwind of cultural adventure. The day we were going to leave, Miami Vice also decided it would be a good opportunity to get in some reminiscent beach time. We left that night for Florence.
We spent 3 or 4 days in Florence. A beautiful city, and unbeknownst to its inhabitants, part of the 51st state of America. Seriously, I don't think I've seen that many Americans since being IN America. It was crazy! I assume, though, that I was being a little too judgemental towards them, as I supposed that most of them were complete morons, who didn't know a thing about traveling, etc. I think I was too harsh on my fellow expatriates, as if I thought that I was the only mentally elevated one who saw the light on the other end of the Atlantic tunnel, and that they had just stumbled upon it with blind luck. Whatever. I still enjoyed Florence, and the vast amounts of cultur, food, and rejuvinating warmththat it supplied. Plus there were alot of weirdos....
The next stop was Salerno. This is a town just south of Naples, with Pompei marking a good halfway point between the two. We met a friend of Spain's, or should I say they rendezvoused, and I was introduced. Ana is her name, and she played quite a good host. While there, we devoted one day to Naples, and another to Pompei. First, Naples. It was a dirty city. Narrow streets and heaps upon heaps of garbage. Even in the most touristy of it's plazas and byways, trash bags and debris danced in the wind. It was ugly. I had thought, in my mind, that it would be somewhat more inviting, and less overwhelming, seeing as it is talked about in books with so high a regard. The way that the streets are set up, it feels as if the buildings are swallowing its inhabitants alive. The traffic there was incredible as well. So many cars, so much traffic. Plus, I think I'm going deaf from all the car horns I heard, not just in Naples, but everywhere I wentin Italy. The next day was spent in Pompei, on the opposite side of Vesuvius (physically and, in a way, symbolically). One full day was necessary to take in all of Pompei, because there was just so much to see. This once was a thriving Roman city, afterall. It was incredible to walk among the ruins of the infamous city, as well as to gaze upon the bouldered roads, and see the indents left by years and years of ancient cart traffic. It was a glorious place.
The last stop was Rome. The birthplace of western civilization, and so on. We came with Ana in tow, and said good-bye to Miami Vice. Rome was a 4 day extravaganza, that was a delight to all of my senses. There was just so much art, so much history, just SO MUCH to see. Places and people I had studied in Latin were before me in tangible marble, brick, bronze, and every other element. Ther were statues of the great men, and women, who impacted Rome, buildings older than my country, still standing tall, carrying the burden of excellence atop there rubble. I walked the paths where plebians and patricians alike had traversed, as well as a millenia of of tourism. Rome was a dream come true, the perfect example of what civilization should be. It still has a thriving culture, filled with precious art, and delicious food, and a past that has never died. Plus, alot of weirdos. And spanish people.
I will leave my musings on these people and places for a later post, because I think it could take me forever to put to electronic paper the thoughts and experiences I had while in Italy.
We spent 3 or 4 days in Florence. A beautiful city, and unbeknownst to its inhabitants, part of the 51st state of America. Seriously, I don't think I've seen that many Americans since being IN America. It was crazy! I assume, though, that I was being a little too judgemental towards them, as I supposed that most of them were complete morons, who didn't know a thing about traveling, etc. I think I was too harsh on my fellow expatriates, as if I thought that I was the only mentally elevated one who saw the light on the other end of the Atlantic tunnel, and that they had just stumbled upon it with blind luck. Whatever. I still enjoyed Florence, and the vast amounts of cultur, food, and rejuvinating warmththat it supplied. Plus there were alot of weirdos....
The next stop was Salerno. This is a town just south of Naples, with Pompei marking a good halfway point between the two. We met a friend of Spain's, or should I say they rendezvoused, and I was introduced. Ana is her name, and she played quite a good host. While there, we devoted one day to Naples, and another to Pompei. First, Naples. It was a dirty city. Narrow streets and heaps upon heaps of garbage. Even in the most touristy of it's plazas and byways, trash bags and debris danced in the wind. It was ugly. I had thought, in my mind, that it would be somewhat more inviting, and less overwhelming, seeing as it is talked about in books with so high a regard. The way that the streets are set up, it feels as if the buildings are swallowing its inhabitants alive. The traffic there was incredible as well. So many cars, so much traffic. Plus, I think I'm going deaf from all the car horns I heard, not just in Naples, but everywhere I wentin Italy. The next day was spent in Pompei, on the opposite side of Vesuvius (physically and, in a way, symbolically). One full day was necessary to take in all of Pompei, because there was just so much to see. This once was a thriving Roman city, afterall. It was incredible to walk among the ruins of the infamous city, as well as to gaze upon the bouldered roads, and see the indents left by years and years of ancient cart traffic. It was a glorious place.
The last stop was Rome. The birthplace of western civilization, and so on. We came with Ana in tow, and said good-bye to Miami Vice. Rome was a 4 day extravaganza, that was a delight to all of my senses. There was just so much art, so much history, just SO MUCH to see. Places and people I had studied in Latin were before me in tangible marble, brick, bronze, and every other element. Ther were statues of the great men, and women, who impacted Rome, buildings older than my country, still standing tall, carrying the burden of excellence atop there rubble. I walked the paths where plebians and patricians alike had traversed, as well as a millenia of of tourism. Rome was a dream come true, the perfect example of what civilization should be. It still has a thriving culture, filled with precious art, and delicious food, and a past that has never died. Plus, alot of weirdos. And spanish people.
I will leave my musings on these people and places for a later post, because I think it could take me forever to put to electronic paper the thoughts and experiences I had while in Italy.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Wiener forest
Two weekends ago, we traveled to Vienna. By we, I mean Yaiza, Laurie, Jason, Stefan, and myself. Let's just say that the amount of people in the car made for quite a cosy ride. Stefan's car was the "little car that could," leaving us, well atleast myself, wondering if were going to be able to make it up that next mountain. So we arrived to Vienna in the most wonderful of weather: Windy, cold (let's say 0 degrees Celsius), and rainy. Welcome one and all!
Seeing as this was the first time that 3 people from our group had visisted Vienna, it was interesting to walk towards the major places, namely St. Stephans Dom. The awesome thing about this Dom is that you don't notice it until it's right in front of you. Hard for you to believe, I bet, but it's true. You just turn the corner and then BAM, it's there. It makes it all that more impressive. When we went in, we had the opportunity of hearing some wonderful music. A oratorio, or passion, from Haydn was playing (Stabat Mater) and it sounded so sweet in that church. I wanted to stay there until the glorious end, taking in the church and it's stained glass windows, and the echos, and the choir, and the orchestra, and the how all of this mixed into a wonderful exclamation for God. But no, we went to McDonald's. Praise Jesus?
That McDonald's saw more action from us than any other part of the city. We went there first to meet Stefan's friend from Bulgaria. He gave a mini-tour of the city as was possible, and at the end we made for a coffeeshop in downtown Vienna. The people there were total bitches. Noone smiled, noone was willing to help, and noone was willing to work. They acted as if we were in the way, and that we had no reason to be there. This makes sense how? After coffee we ended up back at McDonald's again, but this time for Abendessen. We ended up back there a couple of hours later, but this time we were trying to find our hostel.
The hostel adventure was quite....interesting. First of all, we had no idea where it was. Second, the public transportation had all but shut down by the time we went looking for it (1am!). The only thing that was running were the buses, and even then bus stops were so poorly marked, that if you walked by it, you could pretty much miss and not know it. SO, with no underground, we eventually did find a bus to take us to Hütteldorf, a town on the outskirts of Vienna, which is where, supposedly, are hostel is. So we arrive, get out, and are left alone in a place none of us has any familiarity with. Stefan calls the hostel, and they tell us to walk in the direction that the bus was driving, so we do this. They said that we would run into train station, and from there it would be easy to find the hostel. So we walk. and walk. and walk. Mind you, this is in the rain, wind, and cold. and at night. So we arrive at a train station, but it isn't the right one. Somehow we had pass the correct train station, and ended up in the outskirts of Hütteldorf, on the outskirts of Vienna, far from civilization. Plus, this is about 2-2:30 in the morning, and we are not the happiest of campers. So we hike it back in the opposite direction, flailing our limbs trying to hail a taxi. Eventually we get one, even though I flipped the guy off as he was driving by. He takes us to the right station, which was way out in the middle of nowhere IN the middle of nowhere, and we would have never found it had we been walking on our own. So from the station the journey is easy, but it is 3-3:30am and we are tired, cold, and wet. We get to the hostel at long last, kiss the ground in celebration, and then sleep.
In the morning, we wake up to hopefully have a good breakfast, as it was included in the hostel cost, and the main reason that we had forged on to get to this damned place. Turns out the breakfast is just bread, lots and lots of bread. The meat, cheese, and eggs you have to pay for it! and the coffee wasn't even any good, neither was the kakao. We ate anyways. But on the plus, we had the sunshine, and that was a plus. We spent the day at Schönbrunn, in the gardens, walking around in the sun, and happy to be not wet. Stefan even found a companion, Squirrely the squirrel. We ate lunch/dinner at this chinese resturant in which we were persuaded by an overly orderly staff. "Chinese buffet, you come in now. Chinese buffet, bitte." When a waitress came to take our plates, for example, she said "finished" as if it were an order, not a question. But it was still fine. We left Vienna, and I don't remember much of the car ride, mainly for the fact that I was incredibly tired, so I used the car to my advantage.
All in all, a very interesting journey to the capital of Austria.
Seeing as this was the first time that 3 people from our group had visisted Vienna, it was interesting to walk towards the major places, namely St. Stephans Dom. The awesome thing about this Dom is that you don't notice it until it's right in front of you. Hard for you to believe, I bet, but it's true. You just turn the corner and then BAM, it's there. It makes it all that more impressive. When we went in, we had the opportunity of hearing some wonderful music. A oratorio, or passion, from Haydn was playing (Stabat Mater) and it sounded so sweet in that church. I wanted to stay there until the glorious end, taking in the church and it's stained glass windows, and the echos, and the choir, and the orchestra, and the how all of this mixed into a wonderful exclamation for God. But no, we went to McDonald's. Praise Jesus?
That McDonald's saw more action from us than any other part of the city. We went there first to meet Stefan's friend from Bulgaria. He gave a mini-tour of the city as was possible, and at the end we made for a coffeeshop in downtown Vienna. The people there were total bitches. Noone smiled, noone was willing to help, and noone was willing to work. They acted as if we were in the way, and that we had no reason to be there. This makes sense how? After coffee we ended up back at McDonald's again, but this time for Abendessen. We ended up back there a couple of hours later, but this time we were trying to find our hostel.
The hostel adventure was quite....interesting. First of all, we had no idea where it was. Second, the public transportation had all but shut down by the time we went looking for it (1am!). The only thing that was running were the buses, and even then bus stops were so poorly marked, that if you walked by it, you could pretty much miss and not know it. SO, with no underground, we eventually did find a bus to take us to Hütteldorf, a town on the outskirts of Vienna, which is where, supposedly, are hostel is. So we arrive, get out, and are left alone in a place none of us has any familiarity with. Stefan calls the hostel, and they tell us to walk in the direction that the bus was driving, so we do this. They said that we would run into train station, and from there it would be easy to find the hostel. So we walk. and walk. and walk. Mind you, this is in the rain, wind, and cold. and at night. So we arrive at a train station, but it isn't the right one. Somehow we had pass the correct train station, and ended up in the outskirts of Hütteldorf, on the outskirts of Vienna, far from civilization. Plus, this is about 2-2:30 in the morning, and we are not the happiest of campers. So we hike it back in the opposite direction, flailing our limbs trying to hail a taxi. Eventually we get one, even though I flipped the guy off as he was driving by. He takes us to the right station, which was way out in the middle of nowhere IN the middle of nowhere, and we would have never found it had we been walking on our own. So from the station the journey is easy, but it is 3-3:30am and we are tired, cold, and wet. We get to the hostel at long last, kiss the ground in celebration, and then sleep.
In the morning, we wake up to hopefully have a good breakfast, as it was included in the hostel cost, and the main reason that we had forged on to get to this damned place. Turns out the breakfast is just bread, lots and lots of bread. The meat, cheese, and eggs you have to pay for it! and the coffee wasn't even any good, neither was the kakao. We ate anyways. But on the plus, we had the sunshine, and that was a plus. We spent the day at Schönbrunn, in the gardens, walking around in the sun, and happy to be not wet. Stefan even found a companion, Squirrely the squirrel. We ate lunch/dinner at this chinese resturant in which we were persuaded by an overly orderly staff. "Chinese buffet, you come in now. Chinese buffet, bitte." When a waitress came to take our plates, for example, she said "finished" as if it were an order, not a question. But it was still fine. We left Vienna, and I don't remember much of the car ride, mainly for the fact that I was incredibly tired, so I used the car to my advantage.
All in all, a very interesting journey to the capital of Austria.
Monday, March 9, 2009
When I get home
How will I ever be able to describe to ANYONE at home what has happened to me this past year? I don't think I could find the words, or the time, to do so.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Traveling in the land of Bier
So last week was break for me. well the last two weeks were, but I only had enough money to allow for one of those two. It was a great getaway from Klagenfurt. I went up to Munich and Cologne! I spent four days in each place, and got a chance to participate in Karneval (I think my spelling changes with each day. I like to combine english and german?)
Munich was a nice city. Not the most photogenic, I thought, as it didn't ever have that 'typical' shot in my mind. A person could photograph everything in the place separately, but there was nothing to bind the entire city together, but still a pretty city. I spent the first two days with Hannah and Derek, and we withstood torturing winds and cold and snow to travel around. The tour we took was a nice overview of the city, with something from every time period of the history of Munich. The tour guide was nice also, yet, sorry for him, he was balding early. We did typical touristy things, and one of those was the HofBraeuHaus. THE typical beerhall in Munich, it was everything German in one building. Beer, Pretzel, Om-Pa-Pa music, and Bratwurst. If that isn't German, then I don't know what is. The third day I went to Neuschwanstein Castle, better known as the disney castle. I thought that this was a total let down. Seriously, the construction of it had barely started when Ludwig II died, leaving behind on 13 completed rooms. 41 euros for that?! The last day was Langer Tag des Museums. I went to the Alte Pinokothek and the Residenz Museums. The first housed pretty good paintings, from old german painters, to Rubens, to Rembrandt, to Da Vinci, etc. I spent about 3 hours total their, half the time my head towards the ceiling, what with 3/4th of the pictures being these massive Allegorical paintings of something or other. The Residenz was a good choice. This place was the offical residence (coincidence?) of the royal family. Now it is a never ending maze of luxury. I spent only 2 hours there, which was a shame because I felt like I would have needed the whole day to properly take it in.
Cologne was a huge party. from the day we got there to the time we left we were always surrounded by drunk people, and McDonald's, and Krapfen, basically anything to make one kill over from a heart attack in any one bite (the drunk people are not involved in that statement). Oliver and his family were really nice to us, providing food, showers, internet, and any other modern convienence we needed. Cologne is like Munich, in the fact that not one part of it is the typical picture of Cologne, it's just made up of billions of pictures. Plus, I think it would be more attractive in the summer. While we were there there was alot of gray to be seen. Der Dom is the center piece of the city. This thing is HUGE. You step out of the Train Station and it is the first thing you see. My head was constantly skyward as I encircled this thing going to and from other locals. One day we climbed one of the towers, and it took nearly 400 steps and about 10-15 mins to get up there. Koelsch, the 'indigenious' beer to Cologne, was tasty. We even made an afternoon trip to Bonn, to see that city somewhat. Bonn is like the little brother city to Colonge, but, ironically, it had been the captial of Germany up until 1990. I saw Beethoven's Geburtshaus, and that was about it. Hannah told me an afternoon was enough. We even made new friends!
Germany and Austria are similar in some ways, but tend to differ alot more. And I guess by Austria, I mean Carinthia.For one, the german is understandable. I was blown away, even in Munich, at how much I could understand. I got a huge confidence booster in knowing that I wasn't sucking at life and that staying in a German speaking land was actually having an effect. Another difference was in the people. Mainly in the fact that in Germany there were many different culturs. Of course, there was the 'typical' german, but there were also africans, asians, turks, middle easteners, etc. Everyone didn't look the same, and that, I thought, was great. I was impressed with how much the people of Germany were in touch with what had happened in WWII. They seem to have taken full responsibitlity of had happened, and were willing, and trying, to make things better, and to not let it happen again. I was dissapointed, though, in how much of the the cities, mainly Munich, had been destroyed in WWII. Munich had 90% of the city destroyed. There were paintings missings from the Residenz Museum, and one could see in the architecture of churches, what had been reconstructed. It was a shame to know that such beautiful things were lost forever, due to this war. Third, and lastly because this is getting a little long (I rhymed!) was the windows. They were so much smaller in Germany. Weird.
Munich was a nice city. Not the most photogenic, I thought, as it didn't ever have that 'typical' shot in my mind. A person could photograph everything in the place separately, but there was nothing to bind the entire city together, but still a pretty city. I spent the first two days with Hannah and Derek, and we withstood torturing winds and cold and snow to travel around. The tour we took was a nice overview of the city, with something from every time period of the history of Munich. The tour guide was nice also, yet, sorry for him, he was balding early. We did typical touristy things, and one of those was the HofBraeuHaus. THE typical beerhall in Munich, it was everything German in one building. Beer, Pretzel, Om-Pa-Pa music, and Bratwurst. If that isn't German, then I don't know what is. The third day I went to Neuschwanstein Castle, better known as the disney castle. I thought that this was a total let down. Seriously, the construction of it had barely started when Ludwig II died, leaving behind on 13 completed rooms. 41 euros for that?! The last day was Langer Tag des Museums. I went to the Alte Pinokothek and the Residenz Museums. The first housed pretty good paintings, from old german painters, to Rubens, to Rembrandt, to Da Vinci, etc. I spent about 3 hours total their, half the time my head towards the ceiling, what with 3/4th of the pictures being these massive Allegorical paintings of something or other. The Residenz was a good choice. This place was the offical residence (coincidence?) of the royal family. Now it is a never ending maze of luxury. I spent only 2 hours there, which was a shame because I felt like I would have needed the whole day to properly take it in.
Cologne was a huge party. from the day we got there to the time we left we were always surrounded by drunk people, and McDonald's, and Krapfen, basically anything to make one kill over from a heart attack in any one bite (the drunk people are not involved in that statement). Oliver and his family were really nice to us, providing food, showers, internet, and any other modern convienence we needed. Cologne is like Munich, in the fact that not one part of it is the typical picture of Cologne, it's just made up of billions of pictures. Plus, I think it would be more attractive in the summer. While we were there there was alot of gray to be seen. Der Dom is the center piece of the city. This thing is HUGE. You step out of the Train Station and it is the first thing you see. My head was constantly skyward as I encircled this thing going to and from other locals. One day we climbed one of the towers, and it took nearly 400 steps and about 10-15 mins to get up there. Koelsch, the 'indigenious' beer to Cologne, was tasty. We even made an afternoon trip to Bonn, to see that city somewhat. Bonn is like the little brother city to Colonge, but, ironically, it had been the captial of Germany up until 1990. I saw Beethoven's Geburtshaus, and that was about it. Hannah told me an afternoon was enough. We even made new friends!
Germany and Austria are similar in some ways, but tend to differ alot more. And I guess by Austria, I mean Carinthia.For one, the german is understandable. I was blown away, even in Munich, at how much I could understand. I got a huge confidence booster in knowing that I wasn't sucking at life and that staying in a German speaking land was actually having an effect. Another difference was in the people. Mainly in the fact that in Germany there were many different culturs. Of course, there was the 'typical' german, but there were also africans, asians, turks, middle easteners, etc. Everyone didn't look the same, and that, I thought, was great. I was impressed with how much the people of Germany were in touch with what had happened in WWII. They seem to have taken full responsibitlity of had happened, and were willing, and trying, to make things better, and to not let it happen again. I was dissapointed, though, in how much of the the cities, mainly Munich, had been destroyed in WWII. Munich had 90% of the city destroyed. There were paintings missings from the Residenz Museum, and one could see in the architecture of churches, what had been reconstructed. It was a shame to know that such beautiful things were lost forever, due to this war. Third, and lastly because this is getting a little long (I rhymed!) was the windows. They were so much smaller in Germany. Weird.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Just a little sting
Every now and then I miss home. But it isn't for long, and the things that I miss seem pretty trivial.
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