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…
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