Truly one of the most humbling experiences of my life. Nothing has ever made the Holocaust so real for me before. The stories I heard on my trip to Krakow will haunt me forever.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
A Time for Change: Rebuilding Trust in the United Nations Through Civic Engagement
One of the requirements of my exchange was to write a research paper - aka a mini thesis of sorts. Well, I'm home now. The thesis has been handed in and presented. Now I'll share the idea of my paper...
While participating in the EU-Canada Mobility project, I researched the need for increased civic-engagement with the United Nations.
My research revealed to me many of the current and on-going issues the organization faces, including a decline in a positive public opinion of the organization, stilted UN/Member state relations, the insufficient number of official languages and advancements in technology versus the digital divide. I found that these issues along with the ever-changing environment forces the UN to evolve to remain an effective and democratic global institution.
Through my internship with the headquarters in Vienna and extensive secondary research I was able to concluded that the best method the UN could implement to successfully adjust to its circumstance is effectively engaging its public. This method would allow the UN to benefit from the expertise of the people who live the day-to-day situations that the UN is trying to solve.
While participating in the EU-Canada Mobility project, I researched the need for increased civic-engagement with the United Nations.
My research revealed to me many of the current and on-going issues the organization faces, including a decline in a positive public opinion of the organization, stilted UN/Member state relations, the insufficient number of official languages and advancements in technology versus the digital divide. I found that these issues along with the ever-changing environment forces the UN to evolve to remain an effective and democratic global institution.
Through my internship with the headquarters in Vienna and extensive secondary research I was able to concluded that the best method the UN could implement to successfully adjust to its circumstance is effectively engaging its public. This method would allow the UN to benefit from the expertise of the people who live the day-to-day situations that the UN is trying to solve.
Monday, July 16, 2007
The Game of Life
I was playing the popular Game of Life this past weekend, and as I chose my career from a stack of cards before spinning to advance to the get married square on the board, I couldn’t help but wish that real life could be just as easy. My classes end in exactly a month and I have a contract with VAC that will take me until the end of August. What then? I have no idea. My life has become one giant black hole.
For the past three years, since I started the co-op program anyway, I’ve never been able to tell where I’d be in four months… What job? Which city? Heck, which country? My life has always been one big question mark, so it seems. Whether I have known where I’ll be or not, it hasn’t been that bad up until this point. At least then I always knew I would eventually find something. I had to.
As graduation is staring me in the face I’m finding the stakes are higher. I’m on my own this time – cut off from the co-op job posting board and sign up sheets. They can’t hold my hand anymore. PWGSC, careerbeacon.com, workopolis, workingcanada.com, job bank, CPRS, IABC, the Chronicle Herald and Facebook group posts – this is what my life revolves around now. Every week, every day – the search continues. As I become more and more overwhelmed with my current predicament and worry about my lack of job progress, I can’t help but think the real “Game of Life” is rigged against me.
After four years straight of school and co-op, maybe I just need a vacation. Cocktails on a sandy beach are sounding mighty fine right now! Venezuela anyone?
For the past three years, since I started the co-op program anyway, I’ve never been able to tell where I’d be in four months… What job? Which city? Heck, which country? My life has always been one big question mark, so it seems. Whether I have known where I’ll be or not, it hasn’t been that bad up until this point. At least then I always knew I would eventually find something. I had to.
As graduation is staring me in the face I’m finding the stakes are higher. I’m on my own this time – cut off from the co-op job posting board and sign up sheets. They can’t hold my hand anymore. PWGSC, careerbeacon.com, workopolis, workingcanada.com, job bank, CPRS, IABC, the Chronicle Herald and Facebook group posts – this is what my life revolves around now. Every week, every day – the search continues. As I become more and more overwhelmed with my current predicament and worry about my lack of job progress, I can’t help but think the real “Game of Life” is rigged against me.
After four years straight of school and co-op, maybe I just need a vacation. Cocktails on a sandy beach are sounding mighty fine right now! Venezuela anyone?
Sunday, July 8, 2007
The journey is my home.... but for now it will have to be Halifax
I'm back on Canadian soil, and if the customer service, people respecting ques or the colder weather didn't give it away, my Google buttons have returned to English - another sure sign!
It's amazing how fast 6 months can go, but equally amazing how much can happen! Looking back, I can't believe how far I have come. I never would have thought last summer that I would have accomplished so much by now. From living abroad and visiting so many wonderful countries, to interning with the UN, these experiences are certainly ones I will always cherish.
Coming home has been tough. Not only have I found it difficult to readjust to the time difference, but it's been just as hard readjusting to Canadian life. I'm sure I'll eventually remember that I have to look at bus schedules again and plan my trips around them, and not necessarily what I want to do! I'm sure I'll also eventually remember that I can go shopping any day and anytime I want. And of course, I will eventually remember that the Euro (double) kiss is NOT the standard greeting on the streets of Halifax. But, even when I finally do readjust to life in Canada, I will always remember Vienna and my new friends - they will always be a part of me now.
Before I left Canada I would have told anyone that I had already grown-up, however, my time in Europe forced me into some crazy situations that I have learned so much from. Even now, I know I still have so much about life to learn. Spending time in countries like Hungary, Croatia, Bosnia, Slovakia, Morocco and Poland broke down a lot of the predjudices I had (that I didn't even know I had!). This exchange has been the best thing that could have happened to me.
I remember reading an article last summer about culture, and it said that the best way you can learn about yourself - your own culture - is to experience another. Having lived abroad for the last six months has taught me a lot about myself, and I think it is an experience that everyone should pursue!
Before I left Canada, my dad told me that this experience would allow me to decide if living abroad was for me, or get the idea out of my system... He was right. As frustrating as it could be at times, and as much as I missed KD, peanut butter, Skor bars and the English language, I can't wait to embark on another adventure - just give me a couple years to pay off this one!
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
My latest observance
I write my German exam in just over 10 hours, but the mood has struck me to make a post. It’s been a long time, I know, but hey I’m feeling a bit nostalgic, so just go with it.
In the last couple of weeks I have missed Canada especially. Not for any particular reason, just because I am quickly realizing just how great we have it and that we really are quite possibly the best country in the world.
The other day in one of my classes I had to defend our country as one of my classmates bashed us. Why was she bashing? I honestly still do not know. However, standing up for my country made me feel pretty damn proud. Even with our faults most of the world cannot even compete.
A couple days ago I got into a heated discussion about Canada’s role in Afghanistan. The person I was talking to was pretty convinced that we shouldn’t be there. She said it wasn’t our war and that we just need to get out of there. What she fails to see is that it is indeed our war – Al-Qaeda attacks are not just aimed at the US. Last time I checked there were even Canadians killed on 9/11. Besides to leave the country now would be disastrous. The reason we study history is to learn from our mistakes. What did we learn from the East-Timor crisis? When you (in this case, Australia) give up on a mission and pull out of a country it can lead to chaos and everyone looses. Besides, whether you agree with our role or not, is beside the point. You have to recognize the remarkable efforts of our Canadian Service Men and Women. All those who our defending our country – who wake up each day a world away from their families and face challenges we at home cannot even imagine. If we could just put as much energy into showing our support for the troops as we do arguing about whether or not they should even be there it would be extraordinary.
Something I have learned over the past six months is that no matter how far away from home I am I am a Canadian through and through. I am proud of my country. I believe in my country. I support my country and everything we stand for. Nothing can change who I am or how I feel. We have a great thing going for us – it goes by the name Canada. I’m not saying that I am giving up my world travels – this would be far from the truth, but I certainly have a deeper appreciation for my country now. So much so that even when I get home and have to stand on the side of the street waiting for my bus for a half hour I will remember that I am a lucky, lucky girl.
Und jetzt studiere ich!
In the last couple of weeks I have missed Canada especially. Not for any particular reason, just because I am quickly realizing just how great we have it and that we really are quite possibly the best country in the world.
The other day in one of my classes I had to defend our country as one of my classmates bashed us. Why was she bashing? I honestly still do not know. However, standing up for my country made me feel pretty damn proud. Even with our faults most of the world cannot even compete.
A couple days ago I got into a heated discussion about Canada’s role in Afghanistan. The person I was talking to was pretty convinced that we shouldn’t be there. She said it wasn’t our war and that we just need to get out of there. What she fails to see is that it is indeed our war – Al-Qaeda attacks are not just aimed at the US. Last time I checked there were even Canadians killed on 9/11. Besides to leave the country now would be disastrous. The reason we study history is to learn from our mistakes. What did we learn from the East-Timor crisis? When you (in this case, Australia) give up on a mission and pull out of a country it can lead to chaos and everyone looses. Besides, whether you agree with our role or not, is beside the point. You have to recognize the remarkable efforts of our Canadian Service Men and Women. All those who our defending our country – who wake up each day a world away from their families and face challenges we at home cannot even imagine. If we could just put as much energy into showing our support for the troops as we do arguing about whether or not they should even be there it would be extraordinary.
Something I have learned over the past six months is that no matter how far away from home I am I am a Canadian through and through. I am proud of my country. I believe in my country. I support my country and everything we stand for. Nothing can change who I am or how I feel. We have a great thing going for us – it goes by the name Canada. I’m not saying that I am giving up my world travels – this would be far from the truth, but I certainly have a deeper appreciation for my country now. So much so that even when I get home and have to stand on the side of the street waiting for my bus for a half hour I will remember that I am a lucky, lucky girl.
Und jetzt studiere ich!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Vienna with Mandy
Mandy stopped by Vienna for a quick visit.
I uploaded the photos to Facebook. You can check them out at: http://msvu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=1823&l=e031e&id=510819666
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Croatia: 4 Cities in 3 days, 21 hours
Insane! Where do I even begin? Croatia was absolutely amazing – even the few low points we had couldn’t even put a damper on the amazingness of our trip!
Thursday, April 5 2007
Whenever I fly anywhere I always err on the side of caution. I’m the type of person that always shows up at the airport a couple hours before take-off. Today for some reason I just couldn’t do it. With 40 minutes to go until my flight is expected to depart, I’m just checking in. Somehow I manage to walk straight through passport control, security and right on to the bus that takes me to the plane. I think I have found a new way to travel – waiting is no fun!
As the bus pulls up to the plane my stomach gets a bit queasy as I just remember one of my previous managers joking about how he would rather die than ever fly with Croatia Airlines – what was I thinking, I ask myself? I nervously board the plane and consider taking something to knock myself out for take-off, but on second thought, decide it isn’t wise to take such drastic action for just a 50 minute flight. To my surprise, and luck, it was one of the best flights I’ve ever been on! The staff was very friendly – they even served us sandwiches and drinks (and for once my juice didn’t even have bubbles!!) – AirCanada should take notes! I even picked up a few words in Croatian (Izlaz means exit!).
After landing in Zagreb I found my way to the waiting bus that would take me to the city centre to catch a bus to Zadar, where Erin and Jordan were meeting me. The four hour bus ride to Zadar was a great glimpse of the country. I was amazed the whole drive. I had no idea that Croatia was so beautiful! We drove through the mountains, past field of olive trees, quaint towns, stone houses with free range chickens walking around the yard and lemon trees growing in the front lawn and as we got closer to our destination we drove along the coast – the water sparking in the sunlight! We also passed through a lot of sad sights – buildings that obviously saw their fair share of gun fight during the Bosnian/Serbian War, with the roofs blown off and the bullet marks permanent scars in the stone. The unexploded mine signs along some roadsides were also evidence of the hardships the country has seen in its recent history. But these sights, although somber, added to the experience – it makes their history that much more real, and allows you to appreciate all they have had to endure in the past decade to make the country what it is today.
Erin and Jordan are at the bus station waiting for me when I arrive, and they whisk me off to show me all there is to see in Zadar. The streets are paved in marble, the sun is shinning, there are palm trees everywhere, yachts docked in the harbour, Roman ruins in the centre and beautiful walks along the water. I am in love with Croatia already. A highlight is the sea organ. They have drilled holes in the marble so when the waves hit air is forced up, creating music… Amazing!
We all indulge in a traditional Croatian meal at a local restaurant and then grab some gelato for the walk to the hostel. A great start to the Croatian adventure.
Friday, 6 April 2007
We wake up at what I can only say is an ungodly hour in order to catch our 7am bus to Split. Another four hours on the bus driving along the coast shows us more beautiful sights of the country. We arrive in Split and set out to find accommodations for the night. We quickly find a backpacker cafe and ask if they have any recommendations for us. They call some woman they know that rents out rooms to tourists. As Jordan and I wait in the cafe, Erin steps outside to walk around a bit and meets a girl offering an apartment for rent. In the meantime the cafe owner has arranged for someone to come and meet us and take us to another place. When the woman arrives to take us to the rooms, we find Erin with this other girl also offering us a place to stay. The two women start to argue. We, not really caring who we stay with, just ask each how much they want for a night. The girl Erin found gives us the better deal so we agree to go home with her, angering the other woman who then proceeds to chase the poor girl, kicking her. This only strengthens our decision – we are definitely not changing our minds now to go home with the crazy abusive woman! Our time in Split has started off as an adventure to say the least.
We follow the girl through the narrow and twisty alleys of Split to an apartment in the centre. She introduces us to a woman who rents out apartments to tourists. Unfortunately, she doesn't have anything free for us, but we sit with them on her patio for a while discussing Canada and our European adventures while the girl that brought us here calls other people to try and find us a room for the night. She finally has success and we leave to meet someone else and to see the girl’s apartment and dog while we wait. Soon we have settled into our own apartment and are ready to explore all Split has to offer.
We walk through the market towards the city sights. We are all amazed by the city – this city too has roads made of marble and roman walls and ruins throughout the city. After a couple hours of walking around we all decide that we are hot and figure the best way to spend the remainder of our afternoon is on the beach and splashing around in the Adriatic sea. Best decision ever! I was thrilled to lather on the sunscreen for Easter – such a change from home (I hear you had a snow storm!).
Feeling slightly crispy after our afternoon in the sun, we make our way back to the apartment to make our Easter feast. I’m quit proud of our accomplishment – a gourmet ham dinner… My cooking skills are expanding – more than just the KD now! To end our crazy day we take a night stroll through the city again to find some more gelato… yum!
Saturday, 7 April 2007
Waterfalls at Plitvicka Jezera National Park. Photo by Jack Brauer (widerange.org).
Back on the bus, this time our destination is Plitvicka Jezera National Park.
The Park is one of the most known Croatian sites, and is UNESCO Natural Heritage site. Our three hour hike showed us why. There are sixteen little lakes (which we maybe only saw about half), and they are all connected by waterfalls. It was absolutely amazing walking along the park paths and on the little bridges beside these breathtaking falls. The park is also surrounded by dense forests of beech, fir and spruce, several caves, springs and meadows. And even with the many tourists walking around with us, I couldn’t help but feel like I was walking through a piece of untouched nature – a secret that no one knows about yet. It was an incredible feeling. We caught a boat across one of the lakes and then a train that took us back to the gate where we entered the park.
I don’t think words, or even the pictures can even remotely capture the beauty of this park. If you even get the chance to visit for yourself, you should definitely take it!
After our hike through the park, we had a fabulous supper at a hotel across the street from the park gate. They served authentic Croatian dishes and even had various animals roasting on a spit over a fire.
We returned to our house to find the owners had put up an Easter tree for us – this is one tradition that I will be bringing home with me! And, that night I fell asleep to the sound of the big waterfall just a few meters from my window.
Sunday, 8 April 2007
It’s Easter! And what better way to spend it then sitting outside at a bus station on the side of the road for an entire day!? We soon discovered that even though we were told we could catch an 11am bus for Zagreb, that the country in fact seems to shut down for Easter. So because of this, we spend 7 hours waiting for a bus that we are told will eventually come. Needless to say we were completely overjoyed when a bus finally came barreling down the road at 6:30 that evening.
After arriving in Zagreb and finding our hostel we make our way to Ban Jelacic square – the city centre. It was very reminiscent of Vienna – I guess the guide books call it Vienna’s little sister for a reason! We soon discover that the restaurants also seem to close for Easter, so we settle on a little corner café that sells burgers and such things – the best cheeseburger I’ve ever had by the way!
Our night gets a little crazy when the locals seem to really take to us. Jordan is quick to make friends with some old man that, although probably isn’t really that old, looks like he’s been around the block few times – or as my dad would say ‘road hard and put away wet’ – he was quite the character. He kept on insisting he buy Erin and I drinks, but being the cautious Canadians we are, we kept politely refusing. He also insisted I looked Japanese – my eyes are narrow and slanted, so he says – we all found this amusing… First time I’ve ever been told that! When we finally had enough of the guy we made our escape and returned to the hostel for bed. My last night in Croatia.
Monday, 9 April 2007
Keeping with my new travel philospohy, this time I arrive at the checkin counter 28 minutes before take-off. The attendant checking me in doesn’t seem impressed, and tells me to please hurry to my gate. So, I weave my way through other travellers to security and then my gate, where again I am able to walk right out onto the bus. This time I don’t even consider my options as as soon as I am seated and buckled in for the flight I am fast asleep – the adventure and antibiotics I’ve been on for the past 5 days finally catching up with me.
The landing wakes me up and I can’t believe I am back on Viennese soil so soon. My Croatian adventure is over. But as wonderful as it all was, I am also happy to be home. Yes, Vienna is home.
Thursday, April 5 2007
Whenever I fly anywhere I always err on the side of caution. I’m the type of person that always shows up at the airport a couple hours before take-off. Today for some reason I just couldn’t do it. With 40 minutes to go until my flight is expected to depart, I’m just checking in. Somehow I manage to walk straight through passport control, security and right on to the bus that takes me to the plane. I think I have found a new way to travel – waiting is no fun!
As the bus pulls up to the plane my stomach gets a bit queasy as I just remember one of my previous managers joking about how he would rather die than ever fly with Croatia Airlines – what was I thinking, I ask myself? I nervously board the plane and consider taking something to knock myself out for take-off, but on second thought, decide it isn’t wise to take such drastic action for just a 50 minute flight. To my surprise, and luck, it was one of the best flights I’ve ever been on! The staff was very friendly – they even served us sandwiches and drinks (and for once my juice didn’t even have bubbles!!) – AirCanada should take notes! I even picked up a few words in Croatian (Izlaz means exit!).
After landing in Zagreb I found my way to the waiting bus that would take me to the city centre to catch a bus to Zadar, where Erin and Jordan were meeting me. The four hour bus ride to Zadar was a great glimpse of the country. I was amazed the whole drive. I had no idea that Croatia was so beautiful! We drove through the mountains, past field of olive trees, quaint towns, stone houses with free range chickens walking around the yard and lemon trees growing in the front lawn and as we got closer to our destination we drove along the coast – the water sparking in the sunlight! We also passed through a lot of sad sights – buildings that obviously saw their fair share of gun fight during the Bosnian/Serbian War, with the roofs blown off and the bullet marks permanent scars in the stone. The unexploded mine signs along some roadsides were also evidence of the hardships the country has seen in its recent history. But these sights, although somber, added to the experience – it makes their history that much more real, and allows you to appreciate all they have had to endure in the past decade to make the country what it is today.
Erin and Jordan are at the bus station waiting for me when I arrive, and they whisk me off to show me all there is to see in Zadar. The streets are paved in marble, the sun is shinning, there are palm trees everywhere, yachts docked in the harbour, Roman ruins in the centre and beautiful walks along the water. I am in love with Croatia already. A highlight is the sea organ. They have drilled holes in the marble so when the waves hit air is forced up, creating music… Amazing!
We all indulge in a traditional Croatian meal at a local restaurant and then grab some gelato for the walk to the hostel. A great start to the Croatian adventure.
Friday, 6 April 2007
We wake up at what I can only say is an ungodly hour in order to catch our 7am bus to Split. Another four hours on the bus driving along the coast shows us more beautiful sights of the country. We arrive in Split and set out to find accommodations for the night. We quickly find a backpacker cafe and ask if they have any recommendations for us. They call some woman they know that rents out rooms to tourists. As Jordan and I wait in the cafe, Erin steps outside to walk around a bit and meets a girl offering an apartment for rent. In the meantime the cafe owner has arranged for someone to come and meet us and take us to another place. When the woman arrives to take us to the rooms, we find Erin with this other girl also offering us a place to stay. The two women start to argue. We, not really caring who we stay with, just ask each how much they want for a night. The girl Erin found gives us the better deal so we agree to go home with her, angering the other woman who then proceeds to chase the poor girl, kicking her. This only strengthens our decision – we are definitely not changing our minds now to go home with the crazy abusive woman! Our time in Split has started off as an adventure to say the least.
We follow the girl through the narrow and twisty alleys of Split to an apartment in the centre. She introduces us to a woman who rents out apartments to tourists. Unfortunately, she doesn't have anything free for us, but we sit with them on her patio for a while discussing Canada and our European adventures while the girl that brought us here calls other people to try and find us a room for the night. She finally has success and we leave to meet someone else and to see the girl’s apartment and dog while we wait. Soon we have settled into our own apartment and are ready to explore all Split has to offer.
We walk through the market towards the city sights. We are all amazed by the city – this city too has roads made of marble and roman walls and ruins throughout the city. After a couple hours of walking around we all decide that we are hot and figure the best way to spend the remainder of our afternoon is on the beach and splashing around in the Adriatic sea. Best decision ever! I was thrilled to lather on the sunscreen for Easter – such a change from home (I hear you had a snow storm!).
Feeling slightly crispy after our afternoon in the sun, we make our way back to the apartment to make our Easter feast. I’m quit proud of our accomplishment – a gourmet ham dinner… My cooking skills are expanding – more than just the KD now! To end our crazy day we take a night stroll through the city again to find some more gelato… yum!
Saturday, 7 April 2007
Waterfalls at Plitvicka Jezera National Park. Photo by Jack Brauer (widerange.org).
Back on the bus, this time our destination is Plitvicka Jezera National Park.
The Park is one of the most known Croatian sites, and is UNESCO Natural Heritage site. Our three hour hike showed us why. There are sixteen little lakes (which we maybe only saw about half), and they are all connected by waterfalls. It was absolutely amazing walking along the park paths and on the little bridges beside these breathtaking falls. The park is also surrounded by dense forests of beech, fir and spruce, several caves, springs and meadows. And even with the many tourists walking around with us, I couldn’t help but feel like I was walking through a piece of untouched nature – a secret that no one knows about yet. It was an incredible feeling. We caught a boat across one of the lakes and then a train that took us back to the gate where we entered the park.
I don’t think words, or even the pictures can even remotely capture the beauty of this park. If you even get the chance to visit for yourself, you should definitely take it!
After our hike through the park, we had a fabulous supper at a hotel across the street from the park gate. They served authentic Croatian dishes and even had various animals roasting on a spit over a fire.
We returned to our house to find the owners had put up an Easter tree for us – this is one tradition that I will be bringing home with me! And, that night I fell asleep to the sound of the big waterfall just a few meters from my window.
Sunday, 8 April 2007
It’s Easter! And what better way to spend it then sitting outside at a bus station on the side of the road for an entire day!? We soon discovered that even though we were told we could catch an 11am bus for Zagreb, that the country in fact seems to shut down for Easter. So because of this, we spend 7 hours waiting for a bus that we are told will eventually come. Needless to say we were completely overjoyed when a bus finally came barreling down the road at 6:30 that evening.
After arriving in Zagreb and finding our hostel we make our way to Ban Jelacic square – the city centre. It was very reminiscent of Vienna – I guess the guide books call it Vienna’s little sister for a reason! We soon discover that the restaurants also seem to close for Easter, so we settle on a little corner café that sells burgers and such things – the best cheeseburger I’ve ever had by the way!
Our night gets a little crazy when the locals seem to really take to us. Jordan is quick to make friends with some old man that, although probably isn’t really that old, looks like he’s been around the block few times – or as my dad would say ‘road hard and put away wet’ – he was quite the character. He kept on insisting he buy Erin and I drinks, but being the cautious Canadians we are, we kept politely refusing. He also insisted I looked Japanese – my eyes are narrow and slanted, so he says – we all found this amusing… First time I’ve ever been told that! When we finally had enough of the guy we made our escape and returned to the hostel for bed. My last night in Croatia.
Monday, 9 April 2007
Keeping with my new travel philospohy, this time I arrive at the checkin counter 28 minutes before take-off. The attendant checking me in doesn’t seem impressed, and tells me to please hurry to my gate. So, I weave my way through other travellers to security and then my gate, where again I am able to walk right out onto the bus. This time I don’t even consider my options as as soon as I am seated and buckled in for the flight I am fast asleep – the adventure and antibiotics I’ve been on for the past 5 days finally catching up with me.
The landing wakes me up and I can’t believe I am back on Viennese soil so soon. My Croatian adventure is over. But as wonderful as it all was, I am also happy to be home. Yes, Vienna is home.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
"Vimy - Honour the Legacy"
Painting by William Longstaff, Ghosts of Vimy: Photo from parl.gc.ca
Canada Honours Vimy
On any other day the sun would be just ready to break the horizon, but on this day the sun was nowhere in sight. It was cold; and the rain, snow and copious amounts of mud left the situation at hand far less than desirable. It was April 9, 1917. At 5:30am the artillery assault began and Canada stormed the battlefields of Vimy. For the first time in our nation’s short history we came together and fought as one – soldiers from coast to coast fighting for our freedom. In the words of Brigadier-General Alexander Ross, commander of the 28th (North West) Canadian Battalion at Vimy, "It was Canada from the Atlantic to the Pacific on parade. I thought then that in those few minutes I witnessed the birth of a nation."
The Canadian attack surprised the Germans, and the troops were able to engage in a creeping barrage, creating a shield for advancing foot soldiers. Because of this, in less than just two hours, three of the four Canadian divisions had taken their objectives. The remaining objective being the highest point on the ridge, known as Hill 145. The Allies persevered and success was finally theirs. Within four days, Canada and her allies had successfully taken Vimy Ridge.
The success is claimed to be the first great allied success of the First World War, and would help Canada claim a spot on the Versaille Peace Treaty.
Canada may have officially became a country in 1867, but I agree with many historians in saying that the Battle of Vimy Ridge was the birth of our nation – it was on those battlefields that we found our identity.
My visit to Vimy
Six years ago I had the opportunity to visit the Canadian National Vimy Monument in France. At the age of 16, I was completely unaware of what this monument represented. But, I didn’t need to know all the facts, figures and stories to understand the emotion behind this monument.
The white stone pillars reach far into the sky, Mother Canada weeps for her fallen sons and the names of 11,285 Canadian soldiers who were posted as "missing, presumed dead" in France wind their way around the base of the monument. It is hard not to be touched by the scene. As I stood on the field of Vimy that day, hearing the stories and seeing a piece of our history for myself I was filled with an enormous pride.
I am proud of our success at Vimy. I am proud of our country’s history. I am just proud to be Canadian.
My experience at Vimy changed me. I know the importance of remembrance now.
Family Connection
“They were fathers, sons, brothers and uncles who answered the call of duty. They were soldiers cut down in their prime, before they could realize their own dreams.” – The Honourable Greg Thompson, Minister of Veteran Affairs
Two of my great-grandfathers saw service at Vimy during the First World War. One, Frederick Johnston was involved in supporting troops – he worked to cut trees, clear paths and build bridges so Canada’s soldiers could complete their missions. And my grandfather’s father, Thomas Prince, cleared the battlefields of Vimy and Europe of the mangled bodies of soldiers – he was a stretcher bearer. Neither were glorious jobs, nor would they have received a lot of praise or thanks for what they did. Nonetheless I am extremely proud of them both, and my entire family’s military background. My great-grandfathers may not have been on the front lines on April 9, 1917, but they certainly contributed to the Canadian success at Vimy, and I will remember them on April 9, and everyday.
Vimy upset in the news
In recent news from the home front I have read about the opposition being miffed about their late invitations to the event. I can understand their wanting to be present at the Canadian National Vimy Monument for the official ceremony on April 9. However, it angers me that anyone would use such an event – an event to honour the 3,600 Canadian soldiers who died, the 150,000 French and British soldiers who died in previous attempts to win back Vimy and the 11,285 Canadian soldiers who died in France and whose remains were never found – to gain political support. This weekend is a time where Canadians should put their differences aside and remember the sacrifices that our forefathers made 90 years ago for our freedom. Besides, it has been known for quite some time that Canada plans to mark the anniversary with the special event in France. This event should not be about politics – it should be about a nation honouring her fallen soldiers. Don’t complain that you have made other plans and cannot attend now because of the late notice. It’s not fair to the soldiers that died on that hill, or the families that mourn them, for you to use them to cause a political stir.
On April 9, Remember
This year Easter Monday means more than just a day off – more than Easter candies and the traditional Easter dinner. April 9 is a time to honour and remember an important moment in Canadian history. They fought for our country – for our freedom. It is now our responsibility to honour their legacy. Wherever you may find yourself on Monday, April 9, take a moment to remember the young men who sacrificed everything for their country. Lest we forget.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Life, Easter and Coffee
I haven’t made a post in awhile… But, I honestly don’t have much to report. The internship continues to go well – it’s been a month, so I am at the half way point. The manager of my section offered to talk with me about different career paths and I think I will have to take him up on that. Graduation is starting to loom over me and I am feeling the pressure to figure out my next step. I will take any offer for help and advice at this point!
Vienna also continues to be fabulous. The weather lately has been all sun and upwards of 18 degrees. I love it. It will be nice to be able to get out and explore once the internship is finished. It’s only 27 days until the family arrives, so that too is exciting.
This past weekend I found one of the traditional Viennese Easter markets. It was absolutely beautiful. There were eggs piled everywhere. Eggs with painted flowers, bunnies, cartoons, typical Vienna sights, funky patterns - everything imaginable. They even had real bunnies, which I of course befriended. They were so cute and soft. One almost came home with me!
I’ve booked my spring break vacation… It’s off to Croatia on Thursday morning to meet up with Jordan and Erin. I fly into Zagreb, then will catch another flight to Zadar to meet them. We’ll spend a couple days checking out the local sights before heading to Plitvice lakes, a National Park and UNESCO site. I can’t wait!
Now, for some education. Because I have some visitors coming soon I figure I should educate you all on the fine art of ordering coffee. Austria is both the musical capital of the world and the coffee capital. Knowing how to properly order your beverage of choice is an essential part of life here – if you can’t do it, there is a very likely chance you won’t be served. It’s not the same as in Canada. No one here is going to understand you if you say I’ll have a double-double – that quite simply does not exist. Nor can you just say I’ll have coffee. No, there is a way to avoid any confusion you may evoke on some poor cafe server. Here is all you will need to know about Viennese coffee:
·Kleiner Brauner and Groß Brauner: Means “little brown one” or “large brown one” this is close to what you would consider ordinary coffee: black, steamed with a bit of milk.
·Melange: This is similar to what most think of as a cappuccino. It is a mix of frothed milk and steamed coffee.
·Milchkaffee or Café latte: A large coffee with frothed milk. One of my favourites… This is what I will be holding when I greet you at the airport.
·Einspänner: Strong, black coffee typically served in a high glass with a dash of whipped cream.
·Fiaker: No, this is not the horse-and-carriage, the Fiaker is a rather not-so-common drink of coffee with a shot of Austrian rum and whipped cream.
·Mazagran: Coffee, ice, a shot of rum – and possibly a bit of sugar.
·Konsul: A black coffee with a small spot of unshipped cream. I’ve never actually seen this on a menu yet though.
·Verlängerter: A large diluted version of the Großer Brauner, served with milk.
·Schwarzer or Mokka: No, this does not have chocolate like I first thought… It is very strong, black coffee, normally you add a lot of sugar, but it is served without.
·Espresso: Another favourite of mine…. Strong coffee in a mini cup. It’s as cute as it is delicious!
·Türkischer: Strong boiled coffee with the grains still in the cup.
·Eiskaffee: Cold coffee with vanilla ice cream, chocolate and whipped cream… This one is bound to become a favourite it the summer months!
·Cappuccino: Coffee and whipped cream.
Vienna also continues to be fabulous. The weather lately has been all sun and upwards of 18 degrees. I love it. It will be nice to be able to get out and explore once the internship is finished. It’s only 27 days until the family arrives, so that too is exciting.
This past weekend I found one of the traditional Viennese Easter markets. It was absolutely beautiful. There were eggs piled everywhere. Eggs with painted flowers, bunnies, cartoons, typical Vienna sights, funky patterns - everything imaginable. They even had real bunnies, which I of course befriended. They were so cute and soft. One almost came home with me!
I’ve booked my spring break vacation… It’s off to Croatia on Thursday morning to meet up with Jordan and Erin. I fly into Zagreb, then will catch another flight to Zadar to meet them. We’ll spend a couple days checking out the local sights before heading to Plitvice lakes, a National Park and UNESCO site. I can’t wait!
Now, for some education. Because I have some visitors coming soon I figure I should educate you all on the fine art of ordering coffee. Austria is both the musical capital of the world and the coffee capital. Knowing how to properly order your beverage of choice is an essential part of life here – if you can’t do it, there is a very likely chance you won’t be served. It’s not the same as in Canada. No one here is going to understand you if you say I’ll have a double-double – that quite simply does not exist. Nor can you just say I’ll have coffee. No, there is a way to avoid any confusion you may evoke on some poor cafe server. Here is all you will need to know about Viennese coffee:
·Kleiner Brauner and Groß Brauner: Means “little brown one” or “large brown one” this is close to what you would consider ordinary coffee: black, steamed with a bit of milk.
·Melange: This is similar to what most think of as a cappuccino. It is a mix of frothed milk and steamed coffee.
·Milchkaffee or Café latte: A large coffee with frothed milk. One of my favourites… This is what I will be holding when I greet you at the airport.
·Einspänner: Strong, black coffee typically served in a high glass with a dash of whipped cream.
·Fiaker: No, this is not the horse-and-carriage, the Fiaker is a rather not-so-common drink of coffee with a shot of Austrian rum and whipped cream.
·Mazagran: Coffee, ice, a shot of rum – and possibly a bit of sugar.
·Konsul: A black coffee with a small spot of unshipped cream. I’ve never actually seen this on a menu yet though.
·Verlängerter: A large diluted version of the Großer Brauner, served with milk.
·Schwarzer or Mokka: No, this does not have chocolate like I first thought… It is very strong, black coffee, normally you add a lot of sugar, but it is served without.
·Espresso: Another favourite of mine…. Strong coffee in a mini cup. It’s as cute as it is delicious!
·Türkischer: Strong boiled coffee with the grains still in the cup.
·Eiskaffee: Cold coffee with vanilla ice cream, chocolate and whipped cream… This one is bound to become a favourite it the summer months!
·Cappuccino: Coffee and whipped cream.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Nothing makes you feel sorry for yourself, or makes you miss home more than being sick. This is my current predicament. For the third time in only a month and a half I have been plowed down by yet another illness. This time, constant coughing fits leave me gasping for air, unable to breathe for a few seconds following, and without a voice for the past day and a half. I think I’ve slept an average of 18-20 hours a day for the past 3 days, now only waking up when said coughing fits take over. It’s been a real joy.
On the positive side of life events, my sister, niece and parents are officially booked to come over for a visit at the end of April! I think it will be the first time we have done something as a family in several years – probably not since Amanda and I were kids. Not that I can remember anyway. And before my mother makes a comment, to clarify I mean trip wise… And as the original four… Since Elizabeth can’t walk or talk yet, I won’t count her as affecting the original four. It shall be nice to be our little family again.
Anyway, this post has required me to stay in a sitting position for longer than I like, so it’s back to bed I go!
On the positive side of life events, my sister, niece and parents are officially booked to come over for a visit at the end of April! I think it will be the first time we have done something as a family in several years – probably not since Amanda and I were kids. Not that I can remember anyway. And before my mother makes a comment, to clarify I mean trip wise… And as the original four… Since Elizabeth can’t walk or talk yet, I won’t count her as affecting the original four. It shall be nice to be our little family again.
Anyway, this post has required me to stay in a sitting position for longer than I like, so it’s back to bed I go!
Monday, March 19, 2007
Interns Gone Wild
So, is it that obvious where we work?
Hanging out in the rotunda - a flag for every country... Can you spot Canada?
I can!!
Free Rider…
I am a good kid – I don’t usually live on the dangerous side, and anyone that knows me will know that I tend to play by the rules. Well, that was all true until this morning. After a disappointing weekend, which I won’t go into detail about now, team international had to make its way across the city for our 9am lecture. What is normally an unadventurous and easy task turned out to be quite the opposite. We made it a few stops on the U-Bahn when it occurred to me that I had forgotten my wallet at my apartment – meaning I had also forgot my transit pass. I figured I was ok for class since I never get stopped. But of course, no sooner had I realized this then I was coming up the escalator to switch lines, and there, right in front of us, we spot the transit police decked out in their florescent yellow vests at the gate checking everyone’s passes. Jordan and I saw them and turned right around – going back down the escalator, back on the train for another stop where we could get off and buy a ticket. You also have to be tricky with these guys since someone of them are easily identifiable, and thus easy to avoid, but there are also others that go undercover and can creep up to you completely un-noticed. This was our concern as we made our near narrow escape – we knew an undercover could be anywhere just waiting for us at this point… I was pretty worried since I figured because I had no id on me I would be arrested for sure, and the Canadian Embassy probably wouldn’t be open that early… I wasn’t in any sort of mood this morning for an International crisis. But alas we did make it to the next station and were able to fulfil our ticket buying operation. So, now, with our tickets in had we jumped back on the train and headed back to the station in question so we could transfer to the line to get to our class. With all the drama we encountered, we actually made it to class only a surprisingly 30 minutes late! What we found amusing was our Prof was talking about the concept of a free rider soon after we arrived… Definition: see Jordan and I – or we at least made a solid attempt to be!
By the way, yellow is now my least favourite colour!
Of all the days I could have forgotten my pass, I of course have to forget in on the one day they actually check them! We’ll see how soon I make that mistake again!
By the way, yellow is now my least favourite colour!
Of all the days I could have forgotten my pass, I of course have to forget in on the one day they actually check them! We’ll see how soon I make that mistake again!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
My current life story...
I have been asked a lot lately, understandably so, about my internship. I am half way through my second week now, and it’s still so far so good. I’m afraid I cannot go too much into detail since I have no idea what I can and cannot discuss, so I will err on the side of caution!
A typical day for me here starts with a line up to get through security just before 9 am. My morning tasks include the press clippings, which just means I pull all the articles that have to do with the department or our projects, read them, and put them into one document for our Executive Director. I have to hand deliver this document to his office, which usually means I get accompanied by a guy in the blue UN-Police uniform (complete with intimidating gun strapped to his leg) to the big guy’s office. They take security pretty seriously around here – even having a badge/pass, like I do, doesn’t always cut it! Following lunch and my favourite Viennese cultural activity (coffee), my afternoons are spent doing anything from interview transcripts to editing press releases, or writing talking points.
The office culture is pretty fun. I like how just outside the compound everyone is speaking German, but as soon as they pass through the gate it immediately switches to English! My team is pretty diverse, as is the whole headquarters – makes sense since we represent 192 countries. In my team alone we have a Syrian, Norwegian, Irish, Paraguayan and me – the Canadian! I have met quite a few other interns and they have all been extremely nice so far! Two girls I was working in an office at the very start with are twins from Austria. We’re the same age and they were a big help getting me all set-up here.
All in all I think it’s a pretty cool place to work and I can only hope that my time here will spawn some sort of offer so I can stay forever. A girl can dream.
A typical day for me here starts with a line up to get through security just before 9 am. My morning tasks include the press clippings, which just means I pull all the articles that have to do with the department or our projects, read them, and put them into one document for our Executive Director. I have to hand deliver this document to his office, which usually means I get accompanied by a guy in the blue UN-Police uniform (complete with intimidating gun strapped to his leg) to the big guy’s office. They take security pretty seriously around here – even having a badge/pass, like I do, doesn’t always cut it! Following lunch and my favourite Viennese cultural activity (coffee), my afternoons are spent doing anything from interview transcripts to editing press releases, or writing talking points.
The office culture is pretty fun. I like how just outside the compound everyone is speaking German, but as soon as they pass through the gate it immediately switches to English! My team is pretty diverse, as is the whole headquarters – makes sense since we represent 192 countries. In my team alone we have a Syrian, Norwegian, Irish, Paraguayan and me – the Canadian! I have met quite a few other interns and they have all been extremely nice so far! Two girls I was working in an office at the very start with are twins from Austria. We’re the same age and they were a big help getting me all set-up here.
All in all I think it’s a pretty cool place to work and I can only hope that my time here will spawn some sort of offer so I can stay forever. A girl can dream.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Melinda's revelations...
Since arriving in Vienna I have been told on numerous occasions that I am very brave for moving to a foreign county, especially one that does not speak my language. How do you do it? How can you cope? Well my friends, that’s a very good question. Some days I have to ask myself that very question. I don’t think it necessarily takes a certain ‘type’ of person to be able to live abroad. Anyone can do it, you just have to want it bad enough. For me, there have certainly been a number of bad days, days where I wish for nothing more than to be in my English speaking homeland, curled up somewhere watching Grey’s Anatomy with my cats.
However, I just keep reminding myself about the fabulous opportunity I have in being here and just how lucky I really am. Sure, the language may be an issue, and I may still get lost in the maze of streets from time to time, but in the end, every single hardship will be nothing compared to the overall experience I will gain from being here. I honestly think that anyone should embrace any opportunity to live abroad. In the last two months I know I have learned far more than I ever could in a classroom at home.
And as for my internship, sure the 9-5 thing on top of a full-time course load may be a bit overwhelming now, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This has been such a fantastic opportunity for me, that I just have to embrace it for all that it is worth! As cheesy as it may be, I really believe that you will only get back what you put into life. For that reason I will continue to be the crazy kid that I am, and I will continue to search out every random opportunity I can. Something’s in life are just worth the struggle.
However, I just keep reminding myself about the fabulous opportunity I have in being here and just how lucky I really am. Sure, the language may be an issue, and I may still get lost in the maze of streets from time to time, but in the end, every single hardship will be nothing compared to the overall experience I will gain from being here. I honestly think that anyone should embrace any opportunity to live abroad. In the last two months I know I have learned far more than I ever could in a classroom at home.
And as for my internship, sure the 9-5 thing on top of a full-time course load may be a bit overwhelming now, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. This has been such a fantastic opportunity for me, that I just have to embrace it for all that it is worth! As cheesy as it may be, I really believe that you will only get back what you put into life. For that reason I will continue to be the crazy kid that I am, and I will continue to search out every random opportunity I can. Something’s in life are just worth the struggle.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Elizabeth's Celebrity Look-alikes
My cool celebrity look-alike collage from MyHeritage.com. Get one for yourself.
I just thought this was too funny, and so had to share... I'm kinda jealous that my 20 week old niece already looks like Audrey Hepburn... lucky kid!
I just thought this was too funny, and so had to share... I'm kinda jealous that my 20 week old niece already looks like Audrey Hepburn... lucky kid!
Monday, March 5, 2007
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Dearest Canada...
Dear Canada,
Let me begin by saying that I really do miss you. Time and time again over the past 2 months I have come to your defence on subjects ranging from poutine, to having a beaver as a national symbol, and to what the Europeans say is our lack of an individual culture. And, you really have a good thing going for yourself with your strict no smoking laws - you can only miss something when it's gone.
You really are a great country and I'll always love you for it. I'm extremely proud when anything remotely Canadian is mentioned/seen - including, and not limited to Canadian maple syrup at the market. But alas my dear country, we have been apart for two months now and I am starting to feel us drift apart. You see, I've been seeing these other countries like Austria, Hungary and Switzerland, and their amazing culture, history and scenary leaves me feeling like there's so much more out there for me.
It's not you - it's me. In two months a lot can change - circumstances change, countries change, people change - I've changed. I'm not saying that I never want to see you again - that's not it at all. You were my first one true love and I will always be extremely proud to call you my home.
I hope you can forgive me Canada, and please don't cry for me - we'll meet again someday soon. I want you to know that there will always be a special place in my heart for you. You really are one of a kind - the true north strong and free. Take care of yourself.
Until we meet again.
Love always,
Melinda
Let me begin by saying that I really do miss you. Time and time again over the past 2 months I have come to your defence on subjects ranging from poutine, to having a beaver as a national symbol, and to what the Europeans say is our lack of an individual culture. And, you really have a good thing going for yourself with your strict no smoking laws - you can only miss something when it's gone.
You really are a great country and I'll always love you for it. I'm extremely proud when anything remotely Canadian is mentioned/seen - including, and not limited to Canadian maple syrup at the market. But alas my dear country, we have been apart for two months now and I am starting to feel us drift apart. You see, I've been seeing these other countries like Austria, Hungary and Switzerland, and their amazing culture, history and scenary leaves me feeling like there's so much more out there for me.
It's not you - it's me. In two months a lot can change - circumstances change, countries change, people change - I've changed. I'm not saying that I never want to see you again - that's not it at all. You were my first one true love and I will always be extremely proud to call you my home.
I hope you can forgive me Canada, and please don't cry for me - we'll meet again someday soon. I want you to know that there will always be a special place in my heart for you. You really are one of a kind - the true north strong and free. Take care of yourself.
Until we meet again.
Love always,
Melinda
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Geneva
I leave for Geneva this afternoon. I have to go write an exam at the Canadian mission to the UN as part of the application process for the foreign service.
I never thought it would come to this, but I am so excited to be going to a French speaking city - at last I will be able to actually communicate with anyone on some sort of level. My new gesture skills can rest for the weekend. It's also kinda funny that this will be the first time in a month that I have done anything by myself. All the international kids do things as groups here, so I haven't had to fend for myself in ages... Hopefully I can still cope. If no one hears from me by Monday morning though, call the Swiss Guard (or whatever they're called)!
As for the exam, wish me luck - I will need every ounce of it possible...
I never thought it would come to this, but I am so excited to be going to a French speaking city - at last I will be able to actually communicate with anyone on some sort of level. My new gesture skills can rest for the weekend. It's also kinda funny that this will be the first time in a month that I have done anything by myself. All the international kids do things as groups here, so I haven't had to fend for myself in ages... Hopefully I can still cope. If no one hears from me by Monday morning though, call the Swiss Guard (or whatever they're called)!
As for the exam, wish me luck - I will need every ounce of it possible...
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Ten Ways You Know You Have Found Your Home In Vienna…
1. When walking around the city you casually bump into people you know.
2. You feel brave enough to leave the maps and guidebook at home.
3. When tourists ask for directions you can actually answer them (and send them to the right place).
4. You start to get annoyed by the amount of tourists.
5. You know more about what is happening in European politics than you do at home in Canada (Did you know that the Italian government just fell? Come on Harper, give me something to talk about).
6. The German Google doesn’t even slow you down anymore.
7. You convert any/all of your spending into Euro’s.
8. You’re more interested in finding a cup of coffee at the local café then going to yet another palace.
9. You start to shiver and complain about the cold when it’s 2 degrees at night.
10. Your day becomes such a routine that you begin to run out of exciting blog postings…
Saturday, February 24, 2007
A link to all of Jill's Vienna photos...
It looks like they had a good time!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jillpyle/sets/72157594540785997/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jillpyle/sets/72157594540785997/
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Cast list
So after a phone call last night, I will try and clarify any confusion anyone may have… Here is the cast list for the semester in Vienna 2007.
Live in Molkereistresse (my building) and go to my school:
Jordan ....... From Halifax – we go to the Mount together.
Erin ............ From Calgary – she studies Journalism at Mount Royal
Marketa ...... From Calgary - she studies Journalism at Mount Royal
Johanna ...... From Western Finland
Cristobal ..... Our Chilean friend
Tom ............ From Belgium
Jesper ......... From Denmark
WeiWei ........ From China
Amadeus ...... From China
Live in my building, but don’t go to the same school:
Wladdy ........ My Italian roommate
Dan ............. One of the New Yorkers
Olivia ........... Another New Yorker
James ........... And yet another from NY
Ben ........... The final New Yorker
Go to my school, but live elsewhere in Vienna:
Anna ............ From Calgary – she studies PR at Mount Royal
Emmi ............ From Finland
Lise .............. From France - one of the first people I met here
Mathilde ........ From France – another one of the first people I met here
Christoph .... A buddy that we all just started hanging out with. He’s from Innsbruck.
Thomas ....... Mine and Erin’s buddy. He’s from Salzburg.
Elisabeth ...... Marketa and Jordan’s buddy. She lives just outside Vienna.
Disclaimer: We have certainly met many more people than this, but those listed above we have actually hung out with and I can remember them. There are bound to be many more people added to this list as we all start classes. I may or may not update this list, but now I can at least start using names in entries instead of just “the girl from Calgary” (Marketa), or “the Finn” (Johanna).
Live in Molkereistresse (my building) and go to my school:
Jordan ....... From Halifax – we go to the Mount together.
Erin ............ From Calgary – she studies Journalism at Mount Royal
Marketa ...... From Calgary - she studies Journalism at Mount Royal
Johanna ...... From Western Finland
Cristobal ..... Our Chilean friend
Tom ............ From Belgium
Jesper ......... From Denmark
WeiWei ........ From China
Amadeus ...... From China
Live in my building, but don’t go to the same school:
Wladdy ........ My Italian roommate
Dan ............. One of the New Yorkers
Olivia ........... Another New Yorker
James ........... And yet another from NY
Ben ........... The final New Yorker
Go to my school, but live elsewhere in Vienna:
Anna ............ From Calgary – she studies PR at Mount Royal
Emmi ............ From Finland
Lise .............. From France - one of the first people I met here
Mathilde ........ From France – another one of the first people I met here
Christoph .... A buddy that we all just started hanging out with. He’s from Innsbruck.
Thomas ....... Mine and Erin’s buddy. He’s from Salzburg.
Elisabeth ...... Marketa and Jordan’s buddy. She lives just outside Vienna.
Disclaimer: We have certainly met many more people than this, but those listed above we have actually hung out with and I can remember them. There are bound to be many more people added to this list as we all start classes. I may or may not update this list, but now I can at least start using names in entries instead of just “the girl from Calgary” (Marketa), or “the Finn” (Johanna).
Monday, February 12, 2007
The Canadian and the Finn tried to kill me…
Sunday, February 11, 2007
It’s been confirmed – I am 100% my father’s daughter! Today, what started out to be an innocent outing to mass at Karlskirche ended up being my absolute worse nightmare. The mass was fine enough – although all I understood of the whole proceeding was “Alle ist gut” – easily translated to all is good, and “amen” – turns out that’s the same in any language... After mass we stuck around for a bit and soon discovered that because the church is currently undergoing renovations, you can take an elevator up to the scaffolding to get a closer look at the paintings on the ceiling and then climb the stairs to the tip/steeple for a view of the city… May sound innocent enough, even cool perhaps, but when you are deathly afraid of heights like I am, its torture. The scaffolding shook, the wooden boards creaked and with each step you could see the church floor 60 meters below. As I hugged the railing and edged my way along, Johanna and Marketa couldn’t stop laughing at me… I’m glad my panicking amused someone! I was so afraid the whole time that I didn’t even notice the paintings or view… Thankfully Marketa had to use my camera to take pictures since her batteries died – I can enjoy the paintings now! I have never been so happy to be on solid ground again!
We spent the afternoon (following my near death experience as I affectionately call it) at a park near the church. The equipment was much more fun that anything I’ve ever played on in Canada. We were followed around the play ground by some 2 year old Austrian kid who decided he wanted to go on everything we did because we obviously made everything seem so fun. We’re pretty excited that this is right next to where one of our classes will take place starting in May. You know where we will be after class this spring!
Monday, February 12, 2007
I am the waltz master. That’s right. Today we had an orientation at the university and they taught us the obligatory Viennese waltz. It turns out that all students in Austria have to take dance lessons – it’s a very strong tradition in this country. The university is going to offer us free lessons so we will be ready for the ball season next year. Today, I was partnered with a guy from Denmark named Jesper. We took second place in the dance category of all the international students – an impressive feat if I do say so myself!
We also learnt some Austrian vocabulary, like Baba (bye)… I will be fluent in no time!
It’s been confirmed – I am 100% my father’s daughter! Today, what started out to be an innocent outing to mass at Karlskirche ended up being my absolute worse nightmare. The mass was fine enough – although all I understood of the whole proceeding was “Alle ist gut” – easily translated to all is good, and “amen” – turns out that’s the same in any language... After mass we stuck around for a bit and soon discovered that because the church is currently undergoing renovations, you can take an elevator up to the scaffolding to get a closer look at the paintings on the ceiling and then climb the stairs to the tip/steeple for a view of the city… May sound innocent enough, even cool perhaps, but when you are deathly afraid of heights like I am, its torture. The scaffolding shook, the wooden boards creaked and with each step you could see the church floor 60 meters below. As I hugged the railing and edged my way along, Johanna and Marketa couldn’t stop laughing at me… I’m glad my panicking amused someone! I was so afraid the whole time that I didn’t even notice the paintings or view… Thankfully Marketa had to use my camera to take pictures since her batteries died – I can enjoy the paintings now! I have never been so happy to be on solid ground again!
We spent the afternoon (following my near death experience as I affectionately call it) at a park near the church. The equipment was much more fun that anything I’ve ever played on in Canada. We were followed around the play ground by some 2 year old Austrian kid who decided he wanted to go on everything we did because we obviously made everything seem so fun. We’re pretty excited that this is right next to where one of our classes will take place starting in May. You know where we will be after class this spring!
Monday, February 12, 2007
I am the waltz master. That’s right. Today we had an orientation at the university and they taught us the obligatory Viennese waltz. It turns out that all students in Austria have to take dance lessons – it’s a very strong tradition in this country. The university is going to offer us free lessons so we will be ready for the ball season next year. Today, I was partnered with a guy from Denmark named Jesper. We took second place in the dance category of all the international students – an impressive feat if I do say so myself!
We also learnt some Austrian vocabulary, like Baba (bye)… I will be fluent in no time!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
I'm home
We all had plans to go out last night, so we went knocking on Jordan's door to get him (since he said he was coming). Anyway he wasn't home so when his roommate answered the door we invited him along instead. It's funny just how fast you loose any inhibitions when you move to a foreign country. The roomie didn't even think twice and he grabbed his coat and we were all on our way! side note: to those loyal blog followers, this roommate is not the one I mentioned before (the tall blonde Dutch guy), it was Cristobal from Chili...
You know you really live in a city when you can walk into a bar and you see people you know (and that you had no prior plans to meet). Last night team international hit the streets of Vienna in the search for a bar - feeling the need to party Vienna style. We found a place next to Volkstheatre and when we walked through the heavy curtain into the bar, I immediately spotted one of the NY boys. We had a quick chat and made plans for tonight before I left him to study German.
Small world!
Another perfect night in Vienna!
You know you really live in a city when you can walk into a bar and you see people you know (and that you had no prior plans to meet). Last night team international hit the streets of Vienna in the search for a bar - feeling the need to party Vienna style. We found a place next to Volkstheatre and when we walked through the heavy curtain into the bar, I immediately spotted one of the NY boys. We had a quick chat and made plans for tonight before I left him to study German.
Small world!
Another perfect night in Vienna!
Friday, February 9, 2007
And the adventure continues…
I’m horrible at keeping this blog updated, but in my defense, my marketing group project has consumed my time over the past week… well that and the touring.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Nothing beats meeting new people just as your getting out of the shower. Jordan arrived at my door at what I would call ‘bright and early’ and he had made some friends on his way from the airport. So, I, in my bathrobe, invite Jordan and the Russian girl in. They left their bags with me while they head off to the housing office to get their keys.
Marketa, one of the Calgary students, arrived next. Lucky for me I was dressed and as presentable as possible this time around. Really, no sooner had she arrived at my door, when we were down ringing Jordan’s doorbell to wake him up. To our (very pleasant surprise) his roommate answered. Dragging Jordan from his slumber, he embarked on our first adventure as team Canada. We made it as far as the door of our building. There was a group of 4 people behind us asking if we were American. Close enough – but we’re Canadian was our response. The fact that we spoke English was enough – we had managed to make some friends! It turned out they were from New York, all studying in Vienna for the term. Now, as the newly instated team North America, we headed to our corner café for some drinks. 10 rounds of the famous German beer (for the boys – I had 2 espressos…) later, our first night all in Vienna together was a great success.
Friday, February 02, 2007
This afternoon we woke Jordan up once again… Marketa and I were perfectly fine with this though since it meant we got to see his roommate again. As we waited for Jordan to shower and dress we hung out in the kitchen and watched his roomie expertly prepare his supper. We learnt a few things as we hung out with him. It turns out he’s from Holland and he’s here studying International Law. Of course this perked my ears as I am still debating the International Law route myself. Anyway, the point is, this guy is one of the most beautiful people we’ve ever met, he’s very tall with blonde shaggy hair and brown eyes, he can cook and he’s studying law. This guy is the full package and Marketa and I have been pretty taken by him ever since!
With no plan in mind, we jumped on the tram and then the underground into the heart of Vienna. We wandered the streets in the city center before heading over to watch the skaters at Rathaus. We dined on some delicious crepes with nutella and bananas all while admiring the beautiful town hall. The similarities of Parliament Hill and the Rathaus weren’t lost on us, and I seriously think Mr. Harper should consider investing in a laser like the one here – it adds a serious touch of class.
When we got back to Molkereistrasse, we decided to explore the building a bit. We went downstairs to see the laundry room, but when we got there we could hear voices in the next room. Curious, we went next door and found the party room. Several people were throwing a farewell party for a guy who was returning to Belgium the next day. Everyone was very nice to us and invited us in and gave us free beer and wine. They were very curious of Canada, so we were asked many questions. Our hosts were from Norway and France. When we were leaving they made sure I had their skype IDs so we could keep in touch, and they invited us to their party the following night.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
We started out team Canada + my roommate, Wladdy. We had full intentions to go to Naschmarkt as a group. We made it to the U-bahn station where we were meeting Wladdy’s friend when they decided that the rain was too much for them and that a café would be much more their speed. However, we, being the crazy Canadians which won’t be fazed by a mere downpour trudged on. It was well worth our perseverance. The 1.5 kilometer market is always full of great stories. Marketa was accosted by a vendor who refused to take no as an answer. There is a huge flea market adjacent to the market, which I say looks to be more like a homeless peoples scrimmage… I was able to buy authentic sauerkraut from a big barrel, which is still in its bag in my fridge a week later… We found Cheese Land – its fun to translate store names here. Jordan refused to allow Marketa to buy a crazy dancing animal thing (think tickle me Elmo, but out of someone’s trunk) because as he insisted he could sing and dance so she didn’t need one – we have yet to see him sing and dance though. While buying pasta, the man pretty much forced us to smell his tortellini – didn’t know pasta really had a smell – just smile, nod and take your pasta and walk away!
Our next stop was the shopping plaza so Jordan could find a cable for the internet connection. While he didn’t find a cable, I did find a SIM card for my mobile. Even better, they were buy one get one free. So I took my two cards to the cash where she tried to charge me for both and then told me she only spoke German when I questioned the price. Again, lucky for me, I had a knight in shining armor behind me… Once again a random (and beautiful) Austrian boy came to my rescue and argued with the salesgirl for me. I got my two for one SIM card, thank you Mr. Austria.
When we got home that night team Canada quickly became team marketing. In a rush to make it to our new friends from Norway’s party Jordan and Marketa insisted on being the coolest friends a person could have and helped me get my assignment in on time… I’m not saying our answers were even close to right, but I did hand something in and we did get to go out. Too late to catch the underground to the party, we found ourselves at a Russian bar instead. It was the most random place. I quickly learned to try and not order something that wasn’t on the menu. If a long island ice tea is not on the menu Melinda, you do not have enough German yet to try and explain it to the waiter… What I ended up getting was 5 shots and a bottle of coke. Thankfully Jordan was a bartender in a previous life – he was able to make me a fantastically, yet incredibly strong, long island. Lesson learned. We toasted to our travel plans for Sarajevo – and ever since compare any price to the return bus fare to get us there… Good times… well until the next day that is!
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Feeling the very harsh effects of my lesson the night before, I was dragged to Prater. I quickly started to feel alive again as we walked around the park. I have dubbed the park the Disney world of Vienna. We cannot wait for the whole park to open in April. From the old fashioned carousel to the 25 go kart tracks and the infamous Prater Ferris wheel, this place is sure to be a great time, and it’s quite literally all at our doorstep!
Monday, February 5, 2007
A day of errands. We started at the housing office so Marketa could sign her contract and I could check about reservations for guests. We then made our way over to the school (after trying to register with the city but finding that the office had closed and moved away…). The poor International Office. They had no idea what was happening when we all showed up at their door. They had no idea how we could all already no each other. Little do they know… My courses have now officially been sorted out and I start my intensive German language training on Feb. 22 at 8am. Although I am starting to pick up a bit of German, I’m pretty excited to finally understand the world around me. It’s only cool to live in a bubble so long… My other courses don’t start until Mar.12.
We went to our school restaurant for lunch and we all had our first Austrian sausage together. They were unbelievably good. And yes, you can even buy beer on campus. We didn’t, but you can.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Honestly, this day was mostly a write off as I spent the majority of the day either working on my marketing project or in class. The girls from France were kind enough to tare me from my work long enough to go for a hot chocolate – or I should say heiße Schokolade. And I took a quick look through the store Zara. They had the most beautiful clothes and I was pretty sad that the price tags would be at least the return trip to Sarajevo for the 3 Canadians… I can dream though. Maybe I will allow myself one extravagant purchase before I go home… maybe.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
I now know the best way to get to the airport. I know you’re probably thinking ‘ummm Melinda, you arrived at the airport and took public transit to your flat in the first place’. And you’re right for thinking so. However, following 14 hours of traveling, I couldn’t tell you how I got to my flat… We found the commuter train at Praterstern that goes directly to the airport, so I was pretty proud of myself! We spent the duration of the train ride drawing stereotypical pictures of Canada, Finland and Austria on our sign for Johanna, the Finnish student we were going to pick up. The 2 guys sitting by us were a great help when we couldn’t think of anything for Finland and Marketa wouldn’t let me draw a reindeer… she said that would be too stereotypical – and a beaver is not I ask? Oh well, a picture of a sauna later we were at the airport.
Johanna seems pretty nice, and she was quick to tell us that she brought Finnish vodka to share – we’ve decided that we’ll all be great friends! We gave her an hour or so to settle in and then we made our way downtown to walk around a bit. We managed to find an Italian ice cream place – they had so many gelatos to choose from. It was heaven. I had a coffee drink with vanilla gelato in it. I found a new favourite way to take my coffee.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
We found Hofer. All is well in the world. Hofer is a crazy cheap grocery chain in Austria. I was able to cut my grocery bill in half, but I’m really not to sure how I feel about picking my items out of bins… And in Canada we tend to put all dairy products, meats and eggs in a cooler or fridge section…
When leaving the store I noticed an old flak tower from the war. It’s kind of bizarre to be walking around such a beautiful, well-off and high cultured city and then just look up and see this huge concrete anti aircraft tower. There are just so many sides to Vienna we have yet to learn!
In the afternoon Jordan and I went downtown with the intention to find a café and read for a bit. Instead, I made him go with me to buy my Clinique moisturizer, which he was very happy to do. The moisturizer was a return trip to Sarajevo and probably breakfast there as well if anyone was wondering. Then I found a shoe store and again, he has happy to oblige. I fell in love with a pair of Tommy shoes, but I think my sister would give me an ear full if I bought them… Regardless, I may just have to go back for them later this week, or next!
We learnt another key Vienna lesson today. When you get lost in Vienna you’re ok as long as you can find an underground station. Just jump on a train and get off at a familiar stop and start all over again. In other words, we were only 20 minutes late meeting the rest of the foreign kinds… Jordan and I have decided you can really start to feel at home when you go out to just sit at a café and do nothing for an afternoon. I guess we’re home!
Well, there you have it. I am still alive… Falling in love with this city more and more each day!
In other exciting news I finally have my mobile… A million hassles to get it, and 3 days to set it up and I am now accessible anytime. The number is: +447969596008 – I can’t actually afford to use it though so try to only use it in emergencies please!
Monday, February 5, 2007
Thursday, February 1, 2007
A tale of murder, kisses and yes, more espresso!
Tuesday was another day of exploring, but this time I was not alone! I met two students from France, Lise and Mathilde. They are both very nice girls, and very funny – they had me laughing all day! We had decided to meet at Schloss Schönbrunn as none of us had ever been before. Schönbrunn was a Habsburg family imperial palace, originally built as a hunting cottage. Franz Joseph I was born at Schönbrunn Palace in 1830, and at the age of 18 he became emperor of Austria. We took the shorter “Imperial” tour, as with most things in this city; entrance to the palace was expensive. We saw several rooms, including Franz Joseph’s study, where he worked ‘until utter exhaustion’ every day of his rule. Many familiar names have walked the beautiful halls of Schönbrunn including Mary Antoinette and Franz Ferdinand. Franz was the emperor’s nephew and heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne. You may remember that in June 1914 it was his (and his wife, Sophie’s) assassination in Sarajevo that was the cause of the First World War. I wasn’t allowed to take any pictures inside the palace, but you can take a virtual tour here: http://www.schoenbrunn.at/en/site/publicdir/0103020400_205.php#75810.
Following our history lesson for the day we made our way downtown to Köo Café where I ordered my obligatory Macchiato. We talked a bit about home and lives – comparing France and Canada a bit. When we finished our drinks we hurried back to Stephansplatz to meet my buddy, Thomas.
Side note: I’m still adjusting to the European way of greeting friends… The double kiss still throws me off – I’m scared that one of these times I will forget and I’ll whack heads with someone by accident or something. I’m sure I’ll get use to it soon enough – and well I think it’s better than the standard Canadian greeting.
The four of us went to another café to catch up and learn more about the Austrian way. This time I took my espresso in a latte form. We talked about excursions the school is planning to Salzburg and Venice (ummm, have I mentioned I love my new school??!!) and quizzed each other about how much we knew about each other’s country… They were impressed that Brokeback Mountain was filmed in Canada. I was even told my German pronunciation is improving – Thomas says my accent is very good. Obviously listening to the announcements on the U-Bahn and watching random subtitled shows on MTV has its pay offs.
Starving, we made one last stop downtown before heading home – McDonald’s. I now know how to say “no onions” in German, but I think it’s a helpless cause… I will never be able to escape the dreaded onion in this country. What I find funny about the restaurants here is they throw a “Mc” at the beginning of everything. Instead of the value menu, it’s a McMenu – they have their branding down. And, for those of you wondering, yes, the fries really do taste the same as they do at home!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
UN, here I come!
Exciting news from my side of the world! I have been offered an internship with the UN in Vienna! What makes this even more exciting is the fact that they seem to state in all the internship materials that they are only for Masters level students and above! I didn't think I would have a chance! Yay me!!
The internship will run the 1 March - 30 April 2007 in the Advocacy Section of the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime. Where I will be interning, promotes the work of UNODC worldwide through information, education and public awareness campaigns. It also manages the organization's public website (www.unodc.org), produces the quarterly magazine Perspectives, produces the Annual Report and performs other public information-related tasks.
This is sure to bring me one step closer to my career goals!
The internship will run the 1 March - 30 April 2007 in the Advocacy Section of the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime. Where I will be interning, promotes the work of UNODC worldwide through information, education and public awareness campaigns. It also manages the organization's public website (www.unodc.org), produces the quarterly magazine Perspectives, produces the Annual Report and performs other public information-related tasks.
This is sure to bring me one step closer to my career goals!
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Für Ihre Sicherheit! (For your safety!)
So, after the drama of yesterday, I thought I should educate you all on what you should do if this ever happens to you. I did a bit of research online (for my own benefit, as well as yours!) and here is what I found.
The following advice was posted by Wendy Bumgardner on http://walking.about.com/cs/med/a/strangerdanger_2.htm
If you Think You Are Being Followed
1. If you think you are being followed: Make a sudden turn, cross the street, accelerate, or go into a nearby business. If being followed by a car, reverse your direction - it will take them a much longer time to turn around and they will likely just continue on to find a different target. If you are unable to shake the follower, turn around and scream, "What do you want?" in your most indignant voice. This is likely to embarrass the innocent and frighten off a large portion of potential attackers. If this doesn't work, now you must:
*I guess I started off alright – I took random detours and went to the well lit bakery!
2. Scream. Your voice is your primary weapon - remember that the last thing the bad guy wants is a fuss. Screaming ANYTHING halts the attack in many cases, or at least buys you a couple of seconds while they consider whether there might be easier prey.
Over the years, experts have warned not to yell, "Help" but to yell, "Fire." I favor, "Leave me the $%#& alone! Get away!" If you carry a personal alarm or whistle, use it.
* I skipped this step… Note: German translation for fire = Feuer.
3. Run/retreat. Put yardage between you and the perpetrator. Distance equals time, you are giving yourself time with every footstep you put between you and him. An all-out run is what you need. Be screaming continually while running. Keep screaming. Don't stop screaming until you are completely out of danger.
*Umm – I did my best!
4. Run toward other people: If there are other people nearby, run to them. If there is a lighted business or home, run to it. Even if they won't let you in, you are attracting attention which will likely cause the attacker to leave the area.
*I put myself right in the middle of a group of people at the tram stop – I finally did something right!
5. But what if he has a weapon? If the bad guy displays a gun, knife, baseball bat, etc. do the scream and run double time. Putting distance between you gives you protection against weapons - if it is a gun, run in a crooked line, looking for cover but mostly concentrating on gaining distance. It is very difficult for even the best marksman to hit a moving target, so become a moving target. Hitting anything over 15 yards away is very difficult. By displaying a weapon he has threatened your life, and you have to believe he means it. You need to get out of the situation before he completes his threat. The odds are on your side more with every yard you gain.
6. But what if he shows a weapon and wants me to get in a vehicle or go off into the bushes? Unless he has you physically restrained, scream and run. If you are female, you have almost 100% chance of being raped and may be killed if you get into a vehicle. If you are male, you have almost 100% chance of being killed. With those odds, your odds are much better that he can't hit a moving object with a bullet, and in almost all cases he won't shoot anyway - he wants to scare you into the vehicle or bushes, not shoot you or he would have done that already. Remember, unless this is somebody you know, they aren't looking for you, they'll let you go and look for an easier target.
The following advice was posted by Wendy Bumgardner on http://walking.about.com/cs/med/a/strangerdanger_2.htm
If you Think You Are Being Followed
1. If you think you are being followed: Make a sudden turn, cross the street, accelerate, or go into a nearby business. If being followed by a car, reverse your direction - it will take them a much longer time to turn around and they will likely just continue on to find a different target. If you are unable to shake the follower, turn around and scream, "What do you want?" in your most indignant voice. This is likely to embarrass the innocent and frighten off a large portion of potential attackers. If this doesn't work, now you must:
*I guess I started off alright – I took random detours and went to the well lit bakery!
2. Scream. Your voice is your primary weapon - remember that the last thing the bad guy wants is a fuss. Screaming ANYTHING halts the attack in many cases, or at least buys you a couple of seconds while they consider whether there might be easier prey.
Over the years, experts have warned not to yell, "Help" but to yell, "Fire." I favor, "Leave me the $%#& alone! Get away!" If you carry a personal alarm or whistle, use it.
* I skipped this step… Note: German translation for fire = Feuer.
3. Run/retreat. Put yardage between you and the perpetrator. Distance equals time, you are giving yourself time with every footstep you put between you and him. An all-out run is what you need. Be screaming continually while running. Keep screaming. Don't stop screaming until you are completely out of danger.
*Umm – I did my best!
4. Run toward other people: If there are other people nearby, run to them. If there is a lighted business or home, run to it. Even if they won't let you in, you are attracting attention which will likely cause the attacker to leave the area.
*I put myself right in the middle of a group of people at the tram stop – I finally did something right!
5. But what if he has a weapon? If the bad guy displays a gun, knife, baseball bat, etc. do the scream and run double time. Putting distance between you gives you protection against weapons - if it is a gun, run in a crooked line, looking for cover but mostly concentrating on gaining distance. It is very difficult for even the best marksman to hit a moving target, so become a moving target. Hitting anything over 15 yards away is very difficult. By displaying a weapon he has threatened your life, and you have to believe he means it. You need to get out of the situation before he completes his threat. The odds are on your side more with every yard you gain.
6. But what if he shows a weapon and wants me to get in a vehicle or go off into the bushes? Unless he has you physically restrained, scream and run. If you are female, you have almost 100% chance of being raped and may be killed if you get into a vehicle. If you are male, you have almost 100% chance of being killed. With those odds, your odds are much better that he can't hit a moving object with a bullet, and in almost all cases he won't shoot anyway - he wants to scare you into the vehicle or bushes, not shoot you or he would have done that already. Remember, unless this is somebody you know, they aren't looking for you, they'll let you go and look for an easier target.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
For the love of warm beverages!
I’ve officially been jaded by this city. It’s been hovering around 0 all day and I cannot stop complaining about the cold! I know all my Canadian readers baring the insanely cold temperatures of -16 to -25 are all making very angry comments right now, but honestly I can’t help it! As I walked around the grounds of Rathaus and surrounding area this afternoon (Danny - you'd love it... There's huge outdoor rinks and ice paths around the grounds for skating!), I couldn’t wait to find myself a café somewhere in hopes to warm up and stop my nose from running! Well, it didn’t take me long to find one. And, as I sit here looking out at the snow falling in Sigmund Freud Park, while enjoying my Baileys latte, I’m contemplating if I ever want to leave! I’m also starting to wonder how I ever survived the frigid winter in Ottawa last year!
Now, onto more important things – my drink… I must admit the Viennese have mastered all things in the warm beverage category. Every time I make an order I really have no idea what I will get (the joys of German menus!), and yet I have yet to be disappointed. Take for example my beverage of the day – the Baileys latte – a genius blend of espresso, Baileys, milk and something I don’t know the English translation for. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t sound spectacular to you, but really, anything with Baileys is a little piece of heaven in my books. In other words, to put things into perspective really – as I sit here with my latte listening to the American pop songs being played over the café speakers, I cannot help but think the lack of Tim Horton’s in Vienna will not make me homesick in the least bit… I’ll take a Viennese café over a Tim’s double-double anyday!
In other exciting news, my friend Jill will be making the big trip across the pond for a visit in just less than 20 days… Jill may just be my best friend, as she is the only confirmed visitor thus far! Colleen – Amanda, I know you both also have plans to visit too, and I promise you can gain BF status too once your tickets to Vienna have been booked! In the meantime, I will embark on the seemingly impossible task of finding vegan-friendly restaurants and stores… Is veal vegan-friendly by chance? Jill my dear, you may just have to bring a few groceries with you – or live off lettuce for the week!
Well, it’s getting dark, which means time for me to get going, as I am scared of my U-Bahn station after dark… Mom, no need to worry – it’s just a precaution, it’s not that bad – just a few crazies on the bottle!
Tschüss!
Up-date: Maybe I should worry about the underground a bit more… I spoke a little too soon! On my way home I was followed from the city center all the way home. I noticed said stalker on the train so at one station I took a detour to the bakery to try and smoke him out… My hunches were right – he waited outside the store, trying to be casual. As soon as I left the shop he was right back to following me… I ran up the escalator and to the tram stop and still he was right behind me. Thank god for the crowds of people at the stop – I was able to ditch him for good and made it home safely! Also, thank god Jordan arrives next week so I can have company when it’s needed… Hopefully my mobile gets here soon too – I’ve never wanted one more than tonight!! Don’t worry about me too much though – I still follow mine and Stephanie’s “Halifax self-defense tactic” and always carry my keys in my hand just in case!
Now, onto more important things – my drink… I must admit the Viennese have mastered all things in the warm beverage category. Every time I make an order I really have no idea what I will get (the joys of German menus!), and yet I have yet to be disappointed. Take for example my beverage of the day – the Baileys latte – a genius blend of espresso, Baileys, milk and something I don’t know the English translation for. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t sound spectacular to you, but really, anything with Baileys is a little piece of heaven in my books. In other words, to put things into perspective really – as I sit here with my latte listening to the American pop songs being played over the café speakers, I cannot help but think the lack of Tim Horton’s in Vienna will not make me homesick in the least bit… I’ll take a Viennese café over a Tim’s double-double anyday!
In other exciting news, my friend Jill will be making the big trip across the pond for a visit in just less than 20 days… Jill may just be my best friend, as she is the only confirmed visitor thus far! Colleen – Amanda, I know you both also have plans to visit too, and I promise you can gain BF status too once your tickets to Vienna have been booked! In the meantime, I will embark on the seemingly impossible task of finding vegan-friendly restaurants and stores… Is veal vegan-friendly by chance? Jill my dear, you may just have to bring a few groceries with you – or live off lettuce for the week!
Well, it’s getting dark, which means time for me to get going, as I am scared of my U-Bahn station after dark… Mom, no need to worry – it’s just a precaution, it’s not that bad – just a few crazies on the bottle!
Tschüss!
Up-date: Maybe I should worry about the underground a bit more… I spoke a little too soon! On my way home I was followed from the city center all the way home. I noticed said stalker on the train so at one station I took a detour to the bakery to try and smoke him out… My hunches were right – he waited outside the store, trying to be casual. As soon as I left the shop he was right back to following me… I ran up the escalator and to the tram stop and still he was right behind me. Thank god for the crowds of people at the stop – I was able to ditch him for good and made it home safely! Also, thank god Jordan arrives next week so I can have company when it’s needed… Hopefully my mobile gets here soon too – I’ve never wanted one more than tonight!! Don’t worry about me too much though – I still follow mine and Stephanie’s “Halifax self-defense tactic” and always carry my keys in my hand just in case!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
The City's Alive With the Sound of Music...
Only in Vienna will you ever be woken up to your neighbor blaring Classical music… This wonderful high-culture city continues to amaze me – here’s a re-cap of some of the highlights from the past week (and I apologize for being complete rubbish at up-dating this on a regular basis!):
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Danny and I scoured the Vienna guide books and came up with a list of things she wanted to see and do in her short stay. We jumped on the underground and headed to the city center in search of a market. Unfortunately for us, Vienna does not have Sunday shopping – markets included. Instead we wandered around the city and found ourselves at Hofburg Palace. The grounds are gorgeous and the architecture amazing as well. There is a taxi stand at the center of the palace grounds, but these weren’t the traditional yellow cab – no, there were carriages upon carriages lined up ready to give tours of the city. We walked through the palace and through the grounds of Museumsquartier – snapping pictures of the detailed statues and what I describe as the sandcastle trees. We were excited to see daisies growing on the lawn of one of the museums – winter seems to have skipped Vienna for the time being! We continued our walk past the Volksoper (one of Vienna’s opera houses) and decided to grab a quick lunch at a café across the street from the opera house. With my recommendation, Danny ordered a Kleiner Moka, thinking of course that it would be like mocha at home… What she really got was more like a shot of espresso on a tray with a couple sugar cubes… One sip later and I had to Mokas in front of me! My win!
After lunch we went to the Stephansdom – a cathedral in the heart of the city. As we climbed the stairs from the underground station the cathedral was towering over us – I was surprised by the sheer size of it. The earliest surviving features of the church date back to the 13th century, but a lot of the church was destroyed by bombing in the Second World War. Its rebuilding was a symbol of hope of the country following the war. There are so many details in the interior of the church that it is hard to even begin to describe. My favourite aspect is the pillars. The main nave is dominated by the tall ornate pillars. In all, they are decorated with 77 statues and date back to the 15th century. The carving and just the amount of detail that went into each pillar is hard to believe!
As we left the cathedral we noticed another taxi stand, but this time we couldn’t just walk by. We jumped in a carriage and set off down the streets of Vienna with our horses and driver. As we bounced down the cobblestones under our blanket, our driver pointed out to us some of the sights – everything from where Mozart played a concert at the age of 6, to a palace where he performed with his sister, and the designer shops like Valentino, Dolce and Gabbana, Tiffany’s and Gucci. I have a new favourite street, but I am only allowed to visit on Sundays when the shops are closed! When we arrived back at the cathedral we took in some of the street performers. We were amazed by one guy from Bratislava who painted gorgeous pictures in less than 10 minutes with nothing but spray paint. Danny was so impressed by the guy that she bought one of said paintings for her boy back home.
As the sun was setting we made our way back to Hofburg Palace where our evening concert was to take place. As we waited we walked the grounds some more. We found one guy playing an electric violin at the gate. He was fantastic and I was absolutely taken when he played one of my favourite pieces of all time, Bach’s Ava Maria. Nothing beats standing in the beautiful gate of Hofburg palace listening to amazing music! Next, Danny taught me how to find constellations – I can find Orion and Cassiopeia now!
It took us a while to find the palace where the concert was to take place. Hofburg is much bigger than I thought! But we eventually found it – with 10 minutes to spare! Palffy Palace is the location where Mozart played a concert with his sister, and tonight it is the location of our Mozart Strauss concert. The concert was a test to see if we could handle a 3 hour ballet, opera or concert – I was honestly quite skeptical of the opera! But, the evening was spectacular and I can’t wait to check out a full-length show!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Danny and I went our separate ways for the morning with plans to meet at the UN at 2pm for a tour. So as she continued to tour the great city, I made my way to the bank to open an account, the Housing Office to sign my contract and the Municipal Office to register with the city. It was a bit of a frustrating day as I began to realize just how different living in another country can really be. Opening an account for example isn’t the half hour process it would be in Canada – no, here I have to fill out forms and give copies of everything you can think of then wait for a couple weeks for them to contact me to set up an account. This is a tad disheartening when you realize that my rent was due the week before so as far as I am concerned I don’t think I have any means of paying it for at least another week and a half! Lucky me though, one of the tellers took pity on me and offered to do a transfer using my travelers cheques. The trip to the Housing Office was pretty quick and painless once I found it – aside from the fact that I found out I have no place to stay my last night in this country in June and if anyone comes to visit me I have to get written permission from the Housing Office and pay 10 Euro a night (but they give me an extra bed) because if I don’t and they find out it’s an automatic eviction! The municipal office was about a two hour wait, but it was worth it – I now at least have a certificate saying I am a resident of Vienna, so that’s pretty fun! All my chores took longer than expected, and I was late for the UN tour. That was fine though, because I seem to have been the only person getting off the underground that couldn’t manage finding the entrance to the complex anyway. Another hour later and I finally realized that the concrete wall with barb wire around the top surrounding the complex just wasn’t right and that the 4,000 people that work at the Vienna headquarters have to get into the complex somehow. I was right – turns out you have to get in through the underground station… I was there just in time to meet Danny coming off her tour!
We spent the rest of the day at Naschmarkt – the largest market in Vienna. We, well I, got completely ripped off by the locals, so, groceries in hand, we returned to my apartment to make dinner.
I guess everyday in Vienna can’t be peaches – tomorrow is another day!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
I’ve only been in Vienna for a week now, but its funny how exited you can become over something familiar of home… What am I talking about? Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup! When I went with Danny to the train station to drop her off, we went into a store in one last attempt to find liquor she wanted to buy that and although she couldn’t find what she wanted, I found canned soup! Finally something that I recognize that I would have at home! I don’t even like soup, but that’s beside the point – it’s just so nice to find something you know! Danny caught a train to Bratislava so she could start her journey home back to Canada. Her departure has left me, once again, alone in this strange, yet exciting, new city!
Since Danny left my life in Vienna has been quite uneventful… I’ve had coursework for my distance class to keep my busy, and I’ve been busy prepping for the Foreign Service exams… The most excitement I’ve had was watching clips of the Rick Mercer show online!
I have posted a recount of my big Hungarian adventure below the pictures if you haven’t already read it…
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Danny and I scoured the Vienna guide books and came up with a list of things she wanted to see and do in her short stay. We jumped on the underground and headed to the city center in search of a market. Unfortunately for us, Vienna does not have Sunday shopping – markets included. Instead we wandered around the city and found ourselves at Hofburg Palace. The grounds are gorgeous and the architecture amazing as well. There is a taxi stand at the center of the palace grounds, but these weren’t the traditional yellow cab – no, there were carriages upon carriages lined up ready to give tours of the city. We walked through the palace and through the grounds of Museumsquartier – snapping pictures of the detailed statues and what I describe as the sandcastle trees. We were excited to see daisies growing on the lawn of one of the museums – winter seems to have skipped Vienna for the time being! We continued our walk past the Volksoper (one of Vienna’s opera houses) and decided to grab a quick lunch at a café across the street from the opera house. With my recommendation, Danny ordered a Kleiner Moka, thinking of course that it would be like mocha at home… What she really got was more like a shot of espresso on a tray with a couple sugar cubes… One sip later and I had to Mokas in front of me! My win!
After lunch we went to the Stephansdom – a cathedral in the heart of the city. As we climbed the stairs from the underground station the cathedral was towering over us – I was surprised by the sheer size of it. The earliest surviving features of the church date back to the 13th century, but a lot of the church was destroyed by bombing in the Second World War. Its rebuilding was a symbol of hope of the country following the war. There are so many details in the interior of the church that it is hard to even begin to describe. My favourite aspect is the pillars. The main nave is dominated by the tall ornate pillars. In all, they are decorated with 77 statues and date back to the 15th century. The carving and just the amount of detail that went into each pillar is hard to believe!
As we left the cathedral we noticed another taxi stand, but this time we couldn’t just walk by. We jumped in a carriage and set off down the streets of Vienna with our horses and driver. As we bounced down the cobblestones under our blanket, our driver pointed out to us some of the sights – everything from where Mozart played a concert at the age of 6, to a palace where he performed with his sister, and the designer shops like Valentino, Dolce and Gabbana, Tiffany’s and Gucci. I have a new favourite street, but I am only allowed to visit on Sundays when the shops are closed! When we arrived back at the cathedral we took in some of the street performers. We were amazed by one guy from Bratislava who painted gorgeous pictures in less than 10 minutes with nothing but spray paint. Danny was so impressed by the guy that she bought one of said paintings for her boy back home.
As the sun was setting we made our way back to Hofburg Palace where our evening concert was to take place. As we waited we walked the grounds some more. We found one guy playing an electric violin at the gate. He was fantastic and I was absolutely taken when he played one of my favourite pieces of all time, Bach’s Ava Maria. Nothing beats standing in the beautiful gate of Hofburg palace listening to amazing music! Next, Danny taught me how to find constellations – I can find Orion and Cassiopeia now!
It took us a while to find the palace where the concert was to take place. Hofburg is much bigger than I thought! But we eventually found it – with 10 minutes to spare! Palffy Palace is the location where Mozart played a concert with his sister, and tonight it is the location of our Mozart Strauss concert. The concert was a test to see if we could handle a 3 hour ballet, opera or concert – I was honestly quite skeptical of the opera! But, the evening was spectacular and I can’t wait to check out a full-length show!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Danny and I went our separate ways for the morning with plans to meet at the UN at 2pm for a tour. So as she continued to tour the great city, I made my way to the bank to open an account, the Housing Office to sign my contract and the Municipal Office to register with the city. It was a bit of a frustrating day as I began to realize just how different living in another country can really be. Opening an account for example isn’t the half hour process it would be in Canada – no, here I have to fill out forms and give copies of everything you can think of then wait for a couple weeks for them to contact me to set up an account. This is a tad disheartening when you realize that my rent was due the week before so as far as I am concerned I don’t think I have any means of paying it for at least another week and a half! Lucky me though, one of the tellers took pity on me and offered to do a transfer using my travelers cheques. The trip to the Housing Office was pretty quick and painless once I found it – aside from the fact that I found out I have no place to stay my last night in this country in June and if anyone comes to visit me I have to get written permission from the Housing Office and pay 10 Euro a night (but they give me an extra bed) because if I don’t and they find out it’s an automatic eviction! The municipal office was about a two hour wait, but it was worth it – I now at least have a certificate saying I am a resident of Vienna, so that’s pretty fun! All my chores took longer than expected, and I was late for the UN tour. That was fine though, because I seem to have been the only person getting off the underground that couldn’t manage finding the entrance to the complex anyway. Another hour later and I finally realized that the concrete wall with barb wire around the top surrounding the complex just wasn’t right and that the 4,000 people that work at the Vienna headquarters have to get into the complex somehow. I was right – turns out you have to get in through the underground station… I was there just in time to meet Danny coming off her tour!
We spent the rest of the day at Naschmarkt – the largest market in Vienna. We, well I, got completely ripped off by the locals, so, groceries in hand, we returned to my apartment to make dinner.
I guess everyday in Vienna can’t be peaches – tomorrow is another day!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
I’ve only been in Vienna for a week now, but its funny how exited you can become over something familiar of home… What am I talking about? Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup! When I went with Danny to the train station to drop her off, we went into a store in one last attempt to find liquor she wanted to buy that and although she couldn’t find what she wanted, I found canned soup! Finally something that I recognize that I would have at home! I don’t even like soup, but that’s beside the point – it’s just so nice to find something you know! Danny caught a train to Bratislava so she could start her journey home back to Canada. Her departure has left me, once again, alone in this strange, yet exciting, new city!
Since Danny left my life in Vienna has been quite uneventful… I’ve had coursework for my distance class to keep my busy, and I’ve been busy prepping for the Foreign Service exams… The most excitement I’ve had was watching clips of the Rick Mercer show online!
I have posted a recount of my big Hungarian adventure below the pictures if you haven’t already read it…
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Vienna at night
A video from a stroll last night in Hofburg Palace... Gotta love the street performers! Sorry the video seems so dark - Im not sure what happened when I uploaded to google.
http://video.google.de/videoplay?docid=-2235229117967552452&hl=de
Just uploaded - here are two clips from the Mozart, Strauss concert...
http://video.google.de/videoplay?docid=-7311661463624631961
http://video.google.de/videoplay?docid=-7325486955489546888
http://video.google.de/videoplay?docid=-2235229117967552452&hl=de
Just uploaded - here are two clips from the Mozart, Strauss concert...
http://video.google.de/videoplay?docid=-7311661463624631961
http://video.google.de/videoplay?docid=-7325486955489546888
Sunday, January 14, 2007
My new coordinates
So I just realized that I haven't given my new contact details... I'm almost a world away though, so I in no way expect anyone to be mailing me anything, or calling... International postage can be a killer! If you haven't already done so though, email me your mailing address - there's a postcard with your name on it!
Here's my mailing address in Vienna:
Melinda Miller
ÖAD
Studentenheim
Molkereistraße 1 #3061 (2)
1020 Wien
Austria
phone: (from Canada) (0 11 +43) 1/2089235
Here's my mailing address in Vienna:
Melinda Miller
ÖAD
Studentenheim
Molkereistraße 1 #3061 (2)
1020 Wien
Austria
phone: (from Canada) (0 11 +43) 1/2089235
Budapest, Hungary
The Hungarian Adventure: Budapest
Thursday, January 11, 2007
I caught a morning train to Budapest (Keleti). The journey was relatively uneventful aside from the intimidating Hungarian police (with an assortment of very intimidating weapons around their waist) that kept yelling at me for my passport (it certainly felt like they were yelling at me…). What was kind of funny about this is that I had only thrown my passport into my bag as an afterthought, thinking ‘well, just in case’ – since I thought there wasn’t any border control whatsoever in the EU. Thank heavens I did, because the last thing I would ever want to do is cross a Hungarian policeman!
I arrived in Budapest just after 1pm and no sooner had I hopped off the train that I was being bombarded by locals offering me a room in their private accommodation and others offering me taxis. It took a while to actually get out of the station and be on my way, but once I was, it was only a few minutes to my hostel… Or, at least to find the general vicinity of the hostel! The hostel was located on a busy street just outside of the city center – you had to go through a short alley into a courtyard and go up some stairs a couple floors, go down another hall and you’d eventually find the place (visible signs may have helped!). So, needless to say, it was another feat to actually find the hostel. The hostel was gorgeous though, and I felt immediately at home. I arrived just as the others staying there were getting up from the big night on the town the previous night. We played 20 questions, or rather they did… Turns out they don’t run into many Canadians in their travels and were very excited to ask me all about Canada. After some explaining that no, Nova Scotia is not Newfoundland – it’s actually the south-eastern point in Canada (and for the Boston girls – yeah, you can actually get to N.S. in like 10 hours by car…) we were fast becoming friends. They kept me company while I waited for Danny to arrive. She was supposed to arrive around noon, so the fact that I had arrived at the hostel before them had everyone a tad worried! I checked my email once more to ensure I had indeed gotten the date right and then just settled in to wait… and wait… and wait! Poor Danny, she had the same issue as I, but it took her a little over 2 hours walking around the block to find the hostel.
When we finally met up, the exploring began. We decided to just head out and walk around to see what the city has to offer. We were also on the hunt for an authentic Hungarian restaurant. About 3 hours later we had walked the entire Pest side of the city and frustrated ourselves to no end trying to find a restaurant. We had an ongoing tally of Burger Kings, but sadly Hungarian restaurants seemed to be few in number… A security guard at a local book shop finally pointed us in the right direction and we ordered up some authentic Hungarian dishes. I had what Kim had recommended before I left, Chicken Paprikash and Danny ordered the goose. After our delicious meal we made our way back to the hostel to plot our adventures for the next day…
Friday, January 12, 2007
In the planning stages of our trip, Danny and I had decided that the number 1 place we both wanted to go was Statue Park. For those who may not know, Statue Park is an outdoor museum of all the Soviet statues that were removed from the streets of Budapest following the change of political system. It is the only such communist collection in the world. As the ads for the museum say, it offers a “glance behind the iron curtain”. We decided this would be our priority, so Friday morning we got up and headed off to the bus station to catch the direct bus to the park. As we got off the bus, we were amazed by the wind – it was so strong that it was literally picking up rocks and throwing them at our faces. I had to wear my sunglasses to protect my eyes. The driver had given us about an hour to tour around and as we were being tossed by the crazy wind and we noticed the lack of English signage we began to realize that would be far too long! About 30 minutes later we had seen all we could and posed with the statues in everyway we could think of. Being outside the city, basically in the middle of nowhere, we had nothing else to do. We sat on the bus listening to my iPod for the rest of the time laughing at the others still trying to manage the park – the wind was seriously too much for anyone!
Getting back to the city center, we decided to check out the market that we had heard great things about. Just our luck we get there and find a Hungarian restaurant so we grabbed some lunch before shopping around… The market was massive, but it was a lot of fun to see the authentic Hungarian way of life – I mean what better way then at a local market! A few hours later he had spent way more money then we had thought, but at least we had some fun presents for the ones back home.
Our next activity of the day was the Thermal Baths. We arrived at 5:30, just after dusk to the baths in the city park. We quickly changed and went outside to the pools. It was about 16 degrees out, so we didn’t mind walking around in bathing suits outside and when we got into the pools – which are naturally heated at about 40 degrees in springs and pumped into the city, the craziness of our day seemed far behind us! We spent the next hour and a bit joking about how romantic our relaxing bath under the night sky was, and how jealous all those at home struggling with the insufferable temperatures would be at the sight of us! Sadly, we did have to get out eventually and after the mad dash to the warmth of indoors and a quick change, we continued our romantic evening over drinks and dinner at TGI Fridays (I love that I can find one in every city in the world!). I highly recommend the chocolate dipped strawberry – a drink to die for!
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Busy day! Time to see everything that kept getting postponed as other things came up. We started the day at the House of Terror. It’s a museum that serves as a memorial to all victims of the Nazi/Soviet era. It aims to give visitors an idea of what life in Hungary was like during that time. The museum is located at 60 Andràssy Avenue – the very location of the Arrow Cross (and later the Red Army) headquarters, and where many were imprisoned, tortured and executed between the years 1944-56. As you approach the museum you see pictures at about eye level that circle the building – there are candles at the base of each picture. As you walk into the museum itself (after the lobby, I mean) you are faced with a massive wall – about 4 stories tall – with the pictures of all the victims and on the ground in front of this wall is a tank sitting in a puddle of water that runs down the sides of the ledge – crying for the victims. The museum is full of videos, pictures, relics and reconstructions of the cells prisoners were kept in. The experience is beyond words – I honestly can’t even begin to describe the exhibits and the emotions they evoke. If you ever find yourself in Budapest, all I can do is highly recommend you visit this museum – it is sure to be a highlight of your stay!
After our somber morning, we made our way over to the Castle District in Buda. Getting off the underground we climbed the millions of stairs to the castle and walked around the grounds. The Buda side is quite hilly and offers magnificent views of both the Buda and Pest sides of the city. While in the castle we again found ourselves in a Hungarian restaurant (amusing after the drama of Thursday night – of 4 meals in Hungary, we ate at Hungarian restaurants 3 times… Maybe they aren’t so hard to find after all!). I had the Goulash made from wild boar this time and it was fantastic! Following our lunch, we continued to walk the castle grounds – taking fabulous pictures from the lookouts, and visiting the shops in the area for the remainder of the afternoon (I was finally able to locate some postcards – it was seemingly impossible the whole trip!).
As the sun was setting we headed back to the hostel to collect our things and then it was off to the train station to return to Vienna. The trip home was much more enjoyable, and the “polizei” weren’t as intimidating this time (cute even – but even with Danny’s coaxing I wasn’t about to join them in their carriage)!
Return train fare to Budapest: €32
Hostel for 2 nights: €16
Souvenirs and gifts: €35(ish)
Meals: €40
Spending a weekend in Europe with one of your best friends, when really you should both be back in Canada in class… priceless!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
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