Friday, February 28, 2014

Berlin!

Martin and I have been traveling again, and we just got back from a long weekend in Berlin.

We left on Thursday night after work on a night train, which was super-exciting for me. We leveled up from the super-cheap sitting cars to a sleeping car to make sure we were actually awake on Friday--someday we'll be able to upgrade to the James Bond-level private rooms. Our sleeping car had six bunked beds (berths? Are we cool enough to call it that?), just long enough for me and not quite long enough for Martin. The train left around 8:30 in the evening, so we packed a little snack and a bottle of wine and watched the world go by for a little while before reading ourselves to sleep with our guidebooks.
Night train! In our six-bunk room.

Our first stop in Berlin was Martin's cousin's place where we were staying. He and his girlfriend were really cool about us showing up at 8-something AM, and we had a quick breakfast and washed up a bit before hitting the city.

Day one (Friday) was all about the historical city center. It was raining, so we started at the Pergamon Museum where they have entire ancient monuments that were discovered, deconstructed, and transported to Berlin in the 1920s and 30s to be reconstructed in the museums. Berlin has a museum scene to rival New York or London, so we had to be a little selective. Of the museums on Museum Island--which I'm guessing the Allies didn't bomb too much during the counter-Blitzkrieg that destroyed most of the city--the Pergamon is the only one we spent any time in. My favorite part was the grand gates of Babylon.
Part of the gate to Babylon--it was seriously cool.
Also a giant altar, totally rebuilt in the museum.

The rain cleared up while we were in the museum, so we walked in towards the central part of the city along Unter den Linden, which is a grand boulevard lined with museums, opera houses, and churches. It's under construction at the moment, but it's got lots of impressive buildings. We poked our heads in a few places before stopping for lunch. The food scene in Berlin is like that in major American cities: diverse, delicious, and cheap! Thank goodness for all the walking, because we really enjoyed the opportunity to eat Thai, Chinese, modern German, Indian, and all kinds of other food.

After lunch, we hit a bunch of other landmarks including the Brandenburger Tor (Brandenburg Gate), which is very similar to Paris' Arc du Triomphe in spirit. It sits at the plaza ending Unter den Linden, and is a major landmark of the city. During the separation of Berlin, it was just beside the wall. Today, the plaza where it's located is home to lots of foreign embassies including that of the US.

Brandenburger Tor! The US embassy is just out of frame on the left.

We saw the site of Hitler's famous bunker (now filled with concrete and gravel and made into a parking lot) and followed the line of the wall to Potsdamer Platz, which was the busiest plaza in Berlin before the wars, became an uninhabited death zone while the wall was up, and has returned to modern prominence with landmarks like the Sony Center, where they hold the German equivalent of the Academy Awards. There is a small wall display in the plaza between shopping malls and cinemas, and the brick line of the wall runs straight through the busy intersection.

Holocaust memorial.
Wall display at Potsdamer Platz.
Where the wall was.

Next up was Checkpoint Charlie, a gap in the wall that became the only point at which people could legally go between East and West Berlin. Berlin was divided into four sections, with the USSR controlling the East part of the city and all of East Germany, and the Allies (France, Britain, and the US) controlling the other three parts. Checkpoint Charlie is between the American part of West Berlin and the East, named because there were originally also other checkpoints (at least Alpha and Bravo) but this one became the most important.
Checkpoint Charlie from the USSR side.
After the wall went up, the USSR eventually allowed freedom of movement for West Berliners, which had been impossible when the city was entirely cut off and air drops of food and supplies were necessary by the Allies to keep West Berliners alive. This privilege didn't extend to East Berliners, so the USSR troops at the checkpoint allowed Westerners to pass but attempted to prevent the escape of East Berliners. At the outdoor museum there is a section devoted to successful and attempted escapes, which ranged from hiding in the trunk of a diplomat's car to dressing up in American uniforms to straight-up running for it. When times were tense, there was even a tank standoff between American and USSR at the checkpoint.
More Checkpoint Charlie.

We grabbed a coffee and a snack, then saw a few more sights and went to the Jewish museum, which is famous as much for its architecture as for its content. It's footprint is kind of an exploded star of David, and the whole thing is a very conceptual set of angles and lines. The content is pretty cool, too, and nice when it's dark outside and the wind is picking up.

Finally, we met Martin's cousin and his girlfriend in a younger neighborhood for dinner. They took us to an Indian food restaurant that was packed to the rafters and fantastic. After eating, we checked out a few bars and felt very local and cool.

We had amazing weather on Saturday morning, so we did some planning over breakfast and hit the streets. Our first stop was Kurfürstendamm, which is Berlin's answer to the Champs-Élysées. It's a wide, lovely boulevard lined with very fancy shops that was perfect for a morning stroll on the sunny side of the street. Window shopping is especially fun here because stores display the prices of the items in the window on little plaques--I fell in love with an Issa top that turned out to be over 250 Euros, and i didn't even have to go in the store to know it! It also makes walking by stores that sell 10,000 Euro handbags much more entertaining.

At the end of the street is the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, which was bombed during WWII and has been left in its bombed-out state as a war memorial. It's under restoration right now (to keep it in its most bombed-out state, I guess), but partly-destroyed tower is still visible from the street and its very arresting. Finally, the jewel of this shopping area is the KaDeWe department store, which puts even the Herald Square Macy's to shame. It's enormous, multileveled, and sells the very fanciest version of everything you can think of. I bought a beautiful store-branded tin of my favorite tea that I plan to use for storing that type of tea forever.

The theme of Saturday was exploring all of the districts just outside the city center--Berlin has a kind of wagon wheel setup--so we took the subway to the the East side of town into a sort of hipster neighborhood. We got lunch (Thai!), then went to see the East Side Gallery, which uses pieces of the wall covered in modern street art and graffiti. After that we checked out Alexanderplatz, which was the most important plaza in East Berlin. We wandered around Friedrichshein, a neighborhood full of cafes, bars, and shopping, and I got an excellent down-lined wool coat for 50% off that I'm very excited about.
East Side Gallery.

We had planned to go to the modern art museum in the old Hamburger Bahnhof, but when we got there it was closed--our guidebook lied to us about its opening hours! We'd just had a coffee and weren't hungry, so we went back to Friedrichshein for a little more exploration until the shops closed, then got a drink. We were hungry, so we split a currywurst, a Berlin specialty, and figured out dinner plans. We wanted to get a Döner Kebab--European late-night food made of meat, veggies, and yogurt sauce stuffed into a bread pocket and developed by Turkish immigrants even though it is very not Turkish--because they are supposed to be very good in Berlin, so we headed over to the neighborhood where we had gotten lunch.

As soon as our subway train arrived, we realized we had forgotten our shopping bag at the bar. We switched platforms and hopped back on the other direction and powerwalked to the bar where our bag was under the bar right where we had left it. This time we went to Kreutzberg, an immigrant-heavy but gentrifying neighborhood full of all the very cool bars and hipsters, and had excellent Döner Kebabs before checking out another bar. Even with the extra train trip, it was lots of fun.

Everything is closed on Sundays in Berlin just as it is in the rest of Europe, so your options are outdoor activities and food. Lucky for us, the dome of the Reistag, German congress, is also open. We'd made reservations to go see it, so we were there at precisely 10:00am ready to go. They put us through security, then we took the really lovely audio tour of the dome. The weather was perfect (February! On latitude with Amsterdam and 3 degrees of latitude north of Vancouver!), so we had amazing views of the whole city. The government buildings are all together, so we also got to check out the German version of the White House.
Inside the dome.
Outside the dome. Look at that weather!!

We had a long and excellent brunch (what luxury!), then met up with Martin's cousin and his girlfriend at the Mauerpark flea market. It's crazy, crowded, and enormous, and has a very similar air to People's Park in Berkeley--full of hippies and hipsters, but also normal young professionals and students and parents and everyone else. There were crazy street performers, very non-sober types, and a couple of design students trying to sell a chair for multiple hundreds of Euros. The market itself was so dense with people you could hardly walk and sold everything from handmade wool goods to furniture to drug paraphernalia. It was an entertaining way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
The Berlin main station.

Our last stop was a delicious Chinese restaurant in a new part of town. The restaurant felt like a lot of the places in San Francisco's Chinatown, and we had a great dinner with our hosts while it got dark outside. Our night train left at about 8pm, and we were home in Zurich by 8:30 Monday morning (relatively) well rested and ready to go to work.


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Ireland: Days 3&4 and Coming Home


We spent the morning exploring Dublin on foot. The tourist part of the city is not big at all, so it’s easy to see on foot in very little time. Our first stop was Trinity College, to see the famous Book of Kells—an illuminated Gospel hand-written and –drawn in Ireland around 800—and the Trinity College Library. 

The Book of Kells has unbelievably intricate illustrations, featuring the biblical figures and decorated letters typical of illuminated religious texts, but with lots of Celtic touches like intricate knots. Some of the images are so finely detailed that the academics in charge think they must have had some kind of magnification device, but we don’t know what they would have used since they didn’t have lenses back then. We think.
 
An illumnated page from the book. This is about 18 inches by 12 inches.
 
Same page, zoomed in. Look how complicated!! (Both museum pictures)

The Old Library, built in 1592, is the kind of beautiful high-ceilinged wooden room that most bookworms see in their dreams. It functions as the Library of Congress for Ireland, and also as a repository and curating facility for old and valuable books. They had a number of very cool displays about the importance and process of book preservation. I have to admit, it made me want to change degrees…I think it’s a little too late.

 
Heaven.

We also went to the National Museum of Ireland, which was full of the incredible treasures people have found buried or hidden in bushes over the years. Ireland has been occupied by humans since about 8000 BC (more than 10,000 years ago!), so a lot of this stuff redefines ancient. Caches—collections of ancient objects found or dug up by normal people—range from well-preserved tools, cauldrons, and even mummified people pulled from peat bogs to enormous finds of prehistoric gold jewelry and coins.

 
I want to move there and just dig holes all the time (official museum picture).

Again, the museum featured Celtic knot-type artwork done by monks, but this time it was metal- or enamelwork on religious artifacts or jewelry. If the Book of Kells made scholars think they must have had magnification, this stuff is even more intricate. Half the time, we didn’t even realize the level of detail until we looked at the enormously magnified images of the objects displayed next to them. Apparently, it was a work of devotion and a monk would spend his entire life decorating one crucifix. The results are unbelievable.

Cross of Cong
This doesn't do it justice. I need infinite zoom or something (official museum picture).

After checking out the rest of Dublin’s highlights and grabbing some lunch, we got on the highway and drove all the way across Ireland to the west coast city of Galway. Again our hostel was amazing, and again we headed out to do some sightseeing before dark, when we had dinner at a pub and explored the High Street area. Galway is more industrial than Dublin, and we really enjoyed being right on the water.
 
 Galway! (not my picture)

The next morning we finished our sightseeing and drove north along the coast to the airport in Knock. We didn’t have time to drive the outermost coastal road so we took the inland scenic route, which was probably the most beautiful part of a very very beautiful country. We were all alone on narrow roads driving through sheep fields (fun fact: in the spring, farmers tie bags of colored chalk to the chests of the rams, and they can tell which ewes should be pregnant over the winter by the chalk transferred onto their backs! Lots of red-backed sheep out there…), mountains—including the one St. Patrick delivered a famous sermon from—and really wonderful dark and windswept lakes. If I ever decide that I have to go somewhere to be meditative or something, this is where I’m going!
Seriously, this whole country is too beautiful to be real. Not my picture, thanks google!

We flew back to England, spent one night and flew back home to Switzerland and California respectively. It was an awesome trip, and I’m so glad I got to see my sister! When I got home, Martin and I spent the weekend hiking near Liechtenstein and watching his brother be awesome at beach volleyball.

This one actually is my picture! Alpine hut in Switzerland near Liechtenstein.

All of Liechtenstein is in this picture. It's everything on the far side of the river, up to the ridge of the far mountain. On the right, it's until the river meets the mountain. On the left it's a little harder to see. The near side of the river is Switzerland, and the far left of the picture is Austria.

 Martin on the trail!
View down the other side (into Appenzellerland) from the summit! It's good to be home :)
 
Love Katie

Monday, July 15, 2013

Ireland: Day 2


On our second day in Ireland, we finished up the north coast and headed south to Dublin. There were a few more things worth seeing up north that we’d run out of daylight on the day before, so we headed out in the rain (perfectly Irish, so no big deal) to see the Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge. This bridge has existed in some form to connect a rocky island to the mainland for about 350 years, so that salmon fishermen could use the island. It’s a nice little hike to the bridge along the cliffs, and once you’ve crossed you can explore the teeny island.
The bridge
 
 
Sarah on the bridge!

After the rope bridge, we went to the Old Bushmills Distillery, which is the oldest distiller of whiskey (note that it’s got an e here, whereas in Scotland it’s just whisky. The things you learn!). They offer a factory tour, so we signed up and had delicious lunch in their canteen before taking the tour. We learned a lot and factory tours are always cool, and we got a free sample at the end. Neither Sarah nor I are big whiskey drinkers, but we tried their basic flavor and a hot toddy (hot water, honey, spices, whiskey). The toddy was pretty tasty on a cold rainy day, and while we didn’t have anything against the plain stuff it was a little strong for us so we didn’t finish our tiny sample. I’m sure the locals were very impressed
 
They keep sauna levels of warm in here, which is really nice on a cold day!

Our last stop before heading south was the Dunluce castle, which is a ruin that was built in medieval times right on the very point of a cliff overlooking the sea. On clear days, you can actually see Scotland from the castle, and the people who lived there did get a lot of their necessities from Scotland because it was easier than getting it over land from Ireland. My favorite thing was the remaining frames of the bay windows they had in the great room. It must have been really beautiful when it was still whole.

Perfection as a castle ruin. Misty and everything!


The bay windows were framed in sandstone. I would love to sit by this window with a crackling fire and a cup of tea!

Especially with this view.
 
Done with our northern sight-seeing, we hit the road headed south towards Dublin. It was a very nice drive, but with the occasional stop and frequent tiny roads and towns, it took us most of the afternoon. We arrived in Dublin to discover that our city map was woefully inadequate, and found our hostel only because Sarah is an unqualified genius. It turned out to be a really cool hostel, and if I’m ever in the area again I’ll definitely be staying there. 

  This is our hostel, pretty cool.

It was past dinnertime but not late, so we went for a wander through the streets of Dublin. The city isn’t large, especially not the city center part, so we were able to see most of the pub and nightlife districts and a couple of landmarks before we went home for the night. The Temple Bar district—full of very typical Irish pubs and revelers—was especially cool.

 
Dublin's Temple Bar district, from Google. My phone didn't do a very good job :)
 
Love Katie









Ireland: Day 1


After Scotland, I flew down to meet Sarah (my sister!) at Kentwell Manor near Long Melford, England, where she was working on a Tudor-era reenactment that happens there every year. If you haven’t heard of any of those places don’t worry, they’re about the size of your left thumbnail, and all you need to know is that they’re not too far from the London Stansted airport. Sarah had done London last summer on her honeymoon, so we decided to grab the cheapest Ryanair flight out of Stansted. We went to Ireland!

Kentwell Hall

Sarah hard at work Sunday
 
Once we got there, we hopped in our mercifully tiny rental car and headed north. I was driving since Sarah isn’t a huge fan of manual transmissions, and the car I’d had in England to pick her up was almost SUV-sized, which was no fun while I was getting used to driving on the left, being on the wrong side of the car, and shifting with my left hand! It was much easier to navigate very narrow country roads in something more suited to size.

Our first stop was Belfast, the capital of Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland, like Scotland, is part of the UK along with England. England and Scotland are both on the island of Great Britain, so they’re both considered British (to varying degrees—Scots are basically just Scottish as far as they’re concerned), while only people in England are English and everybody is part of the UK. The southern part of Ireland—most of the island—is the Republic of Ireland, which is independent and part of the EU. So there.
  Belfast city hall

In Belfast we checked out the city and had lunch and tea. One thing I really loved about being in the UK/Ireland was that I could indulge my desire for a pot of tea at basically every meal, and I did! Belfast has a rough history as the site of a lot of sectarian violence between Catholics and Protestants, and between the British and Irish revolutionaries. It’s peaceful now, but you can still see the seams. The city is also known for shipbuilding, and built the Titanic and her two sister ships. They just opened an exhibit on that that’s supposed to be pretty cool.

After Belfast, we headed even farther north and out of civilization to the very northernmost coast, towards the Giant’s Causeway. The drive was unbelievably beautiful, with green hills ending in cliffs above the sea, and tiny seaswept towns every so often along the coast. We really enjoyed the ride.
  
Crazy beautiful
 
The Giant’s Causeway is an area with crazy polygonal rock columns, formed in a pool of lava that cooled slowly and allowed the rock to crystallize. The local legend is that two rival giants in Ireland and Scotland had built it so that they could duel each other, but when the Scottish giant came over the Irish giant realized he was much bigger and ran home in fear. His wife disguised him as an infant, and when the Scottish giant arrived at their house she pretended that he was their son and the giant was away. Seeing the size of the “baby,” the Scottish giant estimated how big his father must be and ran away, smashing the bridge as he went. The remaining pillars form the causeway as it is now.

They're like this naturally!

Another view of the Causeway

People have been coming to visit the causeway for a very long time, and there was a lot of history about the people who lived and worked there as tour guides a few hundred years ago. One castle—that we’ll get to later—even used some of the stones as building blocks since they’re so geometrically shaped.
  
Sarah!
Me!
  
Another formation in the area is the Giant’s Organ, made up of exposed columns of rock high in the cliffs. You can get a sense of how giant everything is—and how far it might extend both into the ground beneath and throughout the hills in the area—from looking at it. It was really helpful having Sarah—the science teacher—along to explain everything!
  
Do you see Sarah? It's enormous!
 
After the Giant’s Causeway it was getting late, so we got directions to a grocery store from very nice locals and munched in the car on the way to our hostel. We got a tiny bit lost—although Sarah should still get a medal for navigating us everywhere on one sub-par map—but eventually found our hostel in a barn at the edge of a forest in rolling hills. Both of us were reminded of Alaska, which was surprising but not too unrealistic given that we were very far north.
  Beautiful Irish countryside!
 
There weren’t many people staying at the hostel—it was a Monday—but all of the three staff and three guests sat around the big kitchen table drinking tea or beers and telling stories until it was very late. I think that was the most Irish experience we had—we all took turns telling stories, both personal and traditional folk tales, and singing songs until we basically fell asleep at the table. I loved the traditional Irish stories I learned, and the stories that everyone told from their own lives were alternately funny and philosophical.

 Love Katie

Scotland!


Scotland

I got to go to Edinburgh, Scotland for a conference at the end of June. It was a great conference, and I got to see a few of the city’s highlights.

The first day, I checked into my adorable and conveniently located B&B (I felt very fancy staying somewhere other than a hostel!) and walked out to the High Street, called the Royal Mile for a little sightseeing and a quick meeting. The Royal Mile is the center of the Old Town, and it runs from Edinburgh Castle at one and to the Scottish Parliament at the other. The street is lined with mostly tourist shops and cafes, selling tartan everything, shortbread, woolens, and whisky. I picked up a Sherlock Holmes book from a used bookstore. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the stories here (mostly), and the character was inspired by a professor he had at the University! I was also excited because the book I got has stories that don't show up in the compendiums I've read before.
 
My pictures weren't the best, so here's one from Google!
 
 Edinburgh Castle! Again, not my picture.

Near where I was staying is the large parkland area that contains Arthur’s Seat, the highest point in Edinburgh. The Arthur in question is the legendary King Arthur of Camelot fame, and the whole area is full of trails for hiking and walking. I ran to the top of the seat my first morning there. It was a fantastic run—definitely challenging with the ascent—and at the top I got a fantastic 360-degree view of the city, surrounding countryside, and the sea. 
Running up!

The seat itself.
 
My non-panoramic panorama from the top!

The way down. I love trails!

The more modern part of Edinburgh is called—creatively—the New Town, and it has a more standard High Street called Princes Street with shops like H&M, Topshop, and Primark. I hadn’t been in Primark before, but I had to leave because I had fully packed my Ryanair/Easyjet baggage allowance and couldn’t afford to buy anything…even if the prices are less than a third of Swiss prices and everything was on sale! I did get to pick up a few things at the heritage shops, since my family does have some Scottish heritage. And while I didn’t really sample the whisky, I did enjoy the shortbread cookies my hosts left in my room every day!

The city of Edinburgh is very walkable, and very dense. You can walk from the Scottish National Museum to the National Library in a minute or less, and be in an adorable pub-filled square (Grassmarket Square might be my new favorite name) right beneath the castle’s cliffs in another minute. One big highlight for me was the Elephant House Café, where J.K. Rowling famously nursed one cup of tea a day while writing the first few Harry Potter books. I had to go see that!

This is it!

They had a little plaque and everything! Please excuse me carrying all my luggage...
 
After the conference, I took the train to Scotland’s other big city, Glasgow. It’s only a one-hour train ride away since they’re both in the Scottish lowlands, and I saved a bit by spending the night at the hostel there instead of enjoying my B&B for one more night. Saturday morning I set out to explore Glasgow, only to find that this fairly notorious party city was completely empty! I went for a run and took my time getting ready, but I was still out the door looking for breakfast in a city of closed everything.

I was set to spend the day alone in Glasgow (before flying down to the London area to meet up with my sister Sarah!), and I was figuring out what to do when I met two wonderful sisters (also from Switzerland!) who were also seeing Glasgow that day. I ended up getting to spend the whole day with them—down to pubbing and karaoke adventures that night—and we had a fantastic time seeing the city. I’m so glad they’re Swiss so I get to see them again!

Pipe and drum group on the street in Glasgow! 

Part of the University, with a museum inside.

The museum, in a very cool space. It was full of the collections of Victorian-era armchair anthropologist types.

Botanical Gardens. The whole thing originally existed on the estate of a very wealthy Glaswegian (that's how you say it, like Norwegian) and when he donated it to the city, they took it apart and shipped it downstream!

Another museum. but we can pretend it's a castle.
 
After Glasgow, I got up way too early on Sunday to fly down and meet Sarah! We went to Ireland together, which is coming up next.

Love Katie