January 30, 2013

Welcome to Budapest, Hungary! We arrived early this afternoon after a peaceful train ride across the border. This is a lovely country too—many buildings resemble the architecture of the ones in Vienna. Even in the misty rain, everything was just as breathtaking.

After grabbing lunch once we arrived to avoid keeling over from starvation, we walked across one of the bridges that goes over the Danuee River and connects the former cities of Buda and Pest. We took a trolley up to a beautiful castle that sat on the edge of the mountain, looking over the city. It was located in what used to be controlled by the Germans in 1944. After taking some super touristy pictures, we headed back down the mountain and took the subway under the river to where the Parliament building is located. The sun was quickly setting, the rain was falling harder, and we still had one stop down the street. Classy as always, we jumped the guardrails, giggling and laughing about God knows what, but fell silent as soon as we realized what we were looking at. On the edge of the concrete walkway, looking over the riverbank, were dozens of bronze shoes-- a memorial for Jews that were shot into the river by Hungarian police in the 1940’s.

There were men, women, and children shoes. Scattered in pairs, some with candles burning inside of them. Right on the edge. Where we were standing. Then it hit me; this wasn’t a memorial in remembrance, not a museum with pieces of their lives. This was a killing site. I was standing where so many innocent people screamed, cried, or took their last breath. I began to picture it. Gunshot. They’d fall into the river. Sink or float down shores, depending on what the weather would have been. Then I looked at the shoes. They could have been left. People could have been shot clear out of their shoes. And that’s all that’s left of them. A memorial of bronze shoes attached to the edge of a beautiful river walkway.

I was glad it was raining at this point. It seemed like the sky was crying for such a terrible tragedy. Or maybe I was. I guess I’ll never know. I was weak in the knees, and my stomach was in knots anyway. I wish I could go back in time and reverse what happened. But still, I can’t help but think of the police who shot them. Surely, this took its own toll on them. No one can be completely heartless to not feel pity, or even regret later on. No one could be that mean. Could they?

As powerful as this memorial was, it definitely was one of the best things we have seen since we arrived in Central Europe. In the midst of all of this sadness, it puts me at peace to see something meaningful for the first time in a while. 

January 29, 2013

Our last day in Vienna! What a sad statement. I have enjoyed this way too much to believe it is already coming to an end. On our last day, we took a very interesting and thought-provoking walking tour of the first, second and third districts. Our first point of business included walking around Jewish neighborhoods prior to the war. It was very interesting to see how the neighborhoods have changed into warehouses and businesses and sixty years ago families lived there.

Next, we wandered around the three districts looking for plaques that commemorated the Holocaust and the devastation that occurred. One of the plaques remembered a school that was opened for only three months for Jewish children. One building was a holding camp for 300 hundred Jews that could probably only comfortably hold 100. An apartment used to belong to a family that was robbed, deported and murdered (can you imagine living there now?). An art studio used to be a synagogue where Jews came to worship. It is really hard to imagine the lives of these people that are barely remembered. It is also hard to imagine living in these places now, knowing what happened. This is probably why so few things are recorded and commemorated.  Who would want to continue on with their lives knowing awful things happened and so many lives and hearts were broken.

But it still needs to be remembered. It’s the least that we could do. That’s why it was frustrating to see these tiny little plaques hidden on the ground, where people will only see them if they are looking.

That’s the most frustrating part. A city filled with so much history, and you have to look to find it. To me, that’s absurd. The only way to learn from past mistakes is to recognize shortcomings. It is plain to see that some of the places we have visited recently are having a hard time putting these mistakes into words. As for the rest of us trying to study the culture and the Holocaust, maybe it is the lack of words that says it all. And maybe it is our responsibility to make sure something gets done with it. 

January 28, 2013

As our days in Vienna are winding down, so are the things we do each day! Today, the only stop on our agenda was the Military History Museum. In a beautiful, winter wonderland walk to the museum in fresh fallen snow, I thought back on how wonderful this trip has been. I have learned so much—things I can’t even imagine learning about in a classroom. I am truly blessed for this experience.

I am also blessed in the aspect of being able to recognize good museums from bad ones. Not that the military history museum was bad, it just did a bad job on explaining anything. It jumped through eras in history, faster than you would skip rocks on a lake. I learned more from the room summarization papers that were given out in each room. I don’t mean to be ridiculously negative, but I think that they did not do a good job of educating people that come to learn more about Austria’s military in past wars.

Franz Ferdinand's uniform

It was cool, and yet, really gross to see Franz Ferdinand’s bloody and cut up uniform that he was wearing when he was assassinated. They also had the car that he was riding in on display too. It was really gross to see bloody stains that are almost one hundred years old, but at the same time, it was neat to see the remnants of something that sparked World War One.

The rest of today has been pretty chill. I just hung around the hotel doing a little pre-packing for later this week when we head to Budapest, Hungary. I can’t believe we are in the last week of this trip, but I am looking forward to the rest of what is planned. 

January 27, 2013

This weekend we were out and about braving the cold once again. With a high of ten degrees, we walked (and shivered!) as we walked Vienna. We were happy to start later on Saturday so we could sleep in for a bit longer. Our first stop was brief at the Maria am Gestade—a beautiful but small catholic church that was located right in the middle of Vienna's first district. 

JudenPlatz

After that, we walked a couple of blocks to JudenPlatz. This square was supposed to be in memory of the Jews and the Holocaust but it did a worse job than the museum did on Friday in Slovakia. The memorial was a large concrete… umm, well for lack of better words, box. It looked like a storage unit or some type of structure that contained utilities for the surrounding buildings. The closer we got to it; we realized that it was designed as books, lined up as if on a bookshelf. However, we have no idea why books were representing the Jews. The longer we stood in this square, the angrier we got. In a city that lost so much due to the Holocaust, their attempt to commemorate those poor people was awful.  It’s as if Austria is just playing pretend and covering up what really happened. Everything we have seen up to this point finally came together. Berlin accepted the responsibility of remembering one of the worst times in history, but Vienna, who’s Jewish culture was similar to Berlin, can’t seem to make it right. Not that it ever could be right. Nothing could ever make that right.

 

As quickly as we began to fume about the lack of remembrance in Vienna, our moods quickly flipped as we approached the higher end of the city, passing tons and tons of shops that I could only dream of being able to afford. I laughed at the guys drooling over watches that cost more than a small fortune. But karma always makes its payback so when we walked around the corner and I did a little dance in the middle of the street because there was a Tiffany’s and Co. store, I couldn’t really say anything when they all just rolled their eyes. A girl can dream…

Up the street from the glitzy section of town, is the Hofburg—the city palace. This palace was interesting in the amount of detail it had. The entire first section (and it was huge) displayed dishes that were used in the palace. I never realized how many dishes were used in one day! After roaming through rooms and rooms of dishes and feeling like I was in Beauty and the Beast, we entered another section of the palace and explored the rooms and the life of the wife of Franz Josef, Elisabeth, and his mistress, Sisi. They weren’t as big, but equally as beautiful as the rooms at Schloss Schonbrunn. We saw the rooms where Elisabeth spent a majority of her time, avoiding her husband and beautifying her image. Its crazy to think about someone, who lives in such a beautiful place, lived such a miserable life.

For the second time since we arrived in Europe, the sun came out when we were leaving the palace. We hurried to the bus station, grab a sandwich to go, and jumped on the bus to ride to the top of the mountain to look out over Vienna. Twenty minutes of curvy, cobblestones roads through a quaint little village that turned into snowy hills and trees took us to the top. And when we got there; oh man, it was wonderful. The sun was shining, everything was white, and it was perfect. Even in spite of the haze, nothing could have made the breathtaking view better.

After a coffee and a croissant (I love croissants) we headed back down into Vienna. We went into the Cathedral that we climbed several days before. It was even prettier inside than it was up the 300 and some steps. There was an orchestra playing, which echoed throughout the entire building. I could have just stayed there the whole day and marveled at every tiny detail that made this place as lovely as it was. So beautiful.

We had a bit of a break before we trolleyed (see what I did there?!) across Vienna to the best dinner I think I have ever had. SO much Austrian food, SO good. It was a cute little place; I probably would have appreciated it more if I wasn’t already inhaling the deliciousness of my plate-- juicy meat, hearty dumplings, fresh veggies, and sweet sauerkraut. If you aren’t drooling yet, well, you’re not human.

Today involved a lot of… umm… food. We went to a gigantic brunch at a ritzy hotel on the other side of the city. Completely with a meat, seafood, cheese and dessert bar, we carelessly gorged ourselves until we physically could not lift our fork to our mouths. It was to the point where we didn’t want to let any food go to waste. So plates stacked up, as our stomachs got fuller and fuller. It was glorious, until the pain kicked in. Painfully, we used all of our energy standing up, then waddled like pregnant women out of the hotel, down the long sidewalk to the trolley that would take us to the Wien Museum.

The Wien Museum was actually really cool. It was all about life in Vienna. It showed games that many Viennese played over the years, models of the city during different time periods, and pieces of St. Stephan’s Cathedral that was damaged during the war.

By the end of the museum, we were all struggling not to collapse into a food coma. We waddled back to the hotel, where my bed immediately consumed me for two hours, sleeping off the food. I was so excited to sleep, that I didn’t realized until after my nap that we left the keys in the door when came back! Sometimes, I really do concern myself, but nothing beats that nap. 

January 25, 2013

They say, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” Well, when in Bratislava, Slovakia, I suggest just being thankful that you are only there for a day is enough. We met to go to the train station at 8:30. We were extremely happy that our meeting time was pushed back an hour, as it originally was supposed to be at 7:30. We aren’t morning people.

Even though our time was pushed back, we still sat in silence waiting at the station. We waited for twenty minutes in a waiting room, or what resembled a glass box to stay warm in the 19-degree weather with a ten-degree wind chill. IPods on, headphones in. Wait. Shiver. Wait.

The hour train ride to Slovakia was a bit of a daze. (I think the cold is starting to get to our heads!) I continued to listen to my iPod and watched the city turn into beautiful snow covered countryside. As we were riding along, I couldn’t help but think what it would be like to wake up and look at this every single morning. Right on cue, and typically enough, every song from the Sound of Music began running through my head. For the remainder of the ride, I think I forgot that I am Morgan; not Lisle von Trappe. But we can blame that on the cold, too.

Once we arrived in Bratislava, things got interesting. We needed to take the public trolley up a hill to our visit site of the day. After several passed us, it was very exciting to finally see ours come around the corner. We crammed in the last possible standing and breathable places on the trolley. But before we could breath a sign of relief that we were in a warm place, we suddenly realized that we were experiencing the next Olympic sport—Trolley Balancing. It is a combination of surfing and bull riding. The event starts by the trolley driver flooring the gas pedal and all contenders must remain balanced on two feet for the remainder of the jerky ride. Unfortunately, our class will not qualify for this event without a lot more practice. The locals tried not to laugh but couldn’t help as we flew back and forth across the aisle of the trolley.

Laughing as we piled off of the trolley, we breathless took in the beautiful castle that was standing before us. A very old castle that had been restored to a huge white castle that looks over the rest of the city. The view was amazing despite the haze from the snow. We made a video blog and took another group picture with our banner and headed back into town for lunch.

Spending multiple hours embracing all the heat that we can, we enjoyed Slovak cuisine. I got a traditional dish called goulash, which had pork, dumplings, and a sauce with a pop. It was so good; I forgot to take a picture before I started eating half of it. Oops! The restaurant was adorable with its mix-matched walls straight out of the 1970’s. It created a warm (figuratively and literally) atmosphere and once again, I just sat back and laughed at how many awkward conversations can come up at the table. Its to a point now on this trip where is it a game to see how they come up and how long they last. Not that they offend me, but you seriously have to sit back and wonder how many people surrounding us can understand the weirdest topics of conversation I have ever heard. Like I said, I just sit back and laugh.

Once we decided to brave the cold again, we wandered to the place of a former Jewish synagogue in Bratislava. We learned after the war, this damaged building was torn down and replaced with a highway. This foreshadowed what we would learn at the Jewish Museum—which was very little.

The Jewish population in the Slovak community at the beginning of the 1940’s held 25% of the entire population, which was completely wiped out by the end of the war. The Slovak’s knew they had to teach the history of Orthodox Jews in Slovakia but they didn’t know how. They had some artifacts from Jewish households that perished during the war but they never actually addressed the Holocaust. This was becoming a theme at exhibits we are beginning to look at. Many places try to addresses the horror, but honestly, it almost turns out worse than not addressing it at all.

The rest of the day was spent in and out of pastry shops and the mall to see the classy end of Bratislava. We decided it would be a better decision to head back to Vienna to get dinner instead of waiting around for dinner in Bratislava. In the midst of this decision, we realized that we only had fifteen minutes to get all the way back to the train station, if we didn’t want to wait around an hour for the next train to Vienna. Our (extreme) power walking turned into a full on sprint by the time we reached the station. We rushed past the rush hour crowd and found our train just in time. Unfortunately, in all the commotion, we suddenly realized that we lost one of our classmates. So off the train we went, to decide to get back on the train and we would just meet them in Vienna. At the very last second, Elliot is accounted for and we all burst into laughing tears as (once again) we get the “Oh, those are Americans” stares.

This is what we put up with everyday. We get a little too loud, act silly, get stared at, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I own the title of “those Americans” and I love our flawless dysfunctionality.

January 24, 2013

Schloss Schonbrunn

There is nothing better than waking up and imagining your life as a princess. Today, we went to Schloss Schonbrunn—a huge palace with 1441 rooms, but only 40 are open to visitors. Originally, Emperor Leopold of Austria commissioned it, but Empress Maria Theresia and her husband expanded it to what it is today. We were able to view rooms such as the studies, dining room, bedrooms, meeting rooms, parlors, and my favorite, the grand ballroom. It was so pretty with very embellished decorations, tons of candle chandlers and huge mirrors and windows that gave the room an endless dimension, not that it needed that. It is the largest palace in Austria, and equally the most visited attraction in Vienna.

The Tower of the Cathedral that I climbed

After our tour, we walked around the garden properties for a bit, even though we really couldn’t see anything as it was covered with snow. We still enjoyed the view until the cold helped make the decision that it was time to head back for lunch. We stopped for a quick lunch at a local attraction, McDonalds, (haha!) before four of us braved almost 300 steps up the steeple in one of the old churches. We laughed at the thought of making it to the top and sliding down the spiral staircase, bouncing off the walls and knocking people down as we fell. Laughing definitely made it easier to ignore the burn in our legs as we skipped up the stairs. The view from the top of all of the snow-covered roofs reinforced our prior decision of exercise. To cancel out the calories that we just burned, we stopped for pasties and coffee once again. I’m at the point where I am telling myself that if there is some type of fruit involved, it is automatically healthy. For some reason though, I don’t think that is the case.

Ice Skating in Vienna!

Later that night, a few of us went ice-skating on a huge rink and an ice path that curved through the trees in front of the city hall. Ignoring the fact that I absolutely love ice-skating, it was so lovely skating under the stars and the glistening lights of the city. It was my first time ice skating somewhere other than in an indoor rink and it was so fun! It took some getting used to though, as the ice wasn't flat, which made it very tricky to go fast without completely wiping out. After a while, I stopped caring and just took it in. At first, I was worried that it was too cold to stay out for very long, but as soon as I skated a completely circle around the course, I forgot that it was 10 degrees outside.  It was definitely a night to remember! 

January 23, 2013

Dr. Moser set some pretty high standards while we were in Germany, always saying that the Austrians do it better. We all just laughed it off, nodding that he had a pride of his homeland. It really became a joke that Austria would have better pastries, the public transportation would be more punctual and we would actually see people smile. But goodness, there is not a statement to describe our shock when we arrived yesterday to find out that he wasn’t lying. Vienna is absolutely breathtaking!

An early morning yesterday made for a quiet ride on the plane. We arrived in Vienna around 10 in the morning and had just enough time to drop our stuff off at our hotel before we went out and started our tour of the city. We walked, talked, and tried not to drool over the beautiful architecture. We passed many sites such as the Austrian Parliament building, the local University, several cathedrals, the popular opera house and art museums.

At one point during our walk, our southerness/lack of snow experiences got the best of us and, as a class, built our newest Austrian snow-friend, I’m sure the people passing by stared at the group of American college kids frolicking in the snow, but we were so in the moment of laughing and being ridiculous, not one of us looked away for a second. This is one of the reasons that I am thankful for the wonderful group of people I am spending my time with.

Later on, we experience what it is really like to be Austrian. At an extremely lavish but yet not too overdone café, we were treated to the afternoon meal of pastries and coffee. We sipped our Austrian coffee and savored the sweet taste of the best pastry I think I have ever had. That evening, we also ate Weiner schnitzel—a traditional Austrian dish. Everything was superb.

This morning, however, shifted back to the discussion of this course. We visited the Vienna Central Cemetery, which is a burial ground for different religions. It is for public use even though there is a military section and has many distinguished people buried there. Each religion has a separate section and we viewed how the Jewish section was basically neglected as very few descendants were left after the war. This is something that the city just recognized as something they need to help take care of.

The rest of the day, we roamed the first district in search of coffee and cute cafes. Even though the Berlin weather has seemed to follow us, I still can’t wait to see the rest of the city!

January 23, 2013

Dr. Moser set some pretty high standards while we were in Germany, always saying that the Austrians do it better. We all just laughed it off, nodding that he had a pride of his homeland. It really became a joke that Austria would have better pastries, the public transportation would be more punctual and we would actually see people smile. But goodness, there is not a statement to describe our shock when we arrived yesterday to find out that he wasn’t lying. Vienna is absolutely breathtaking!

An early morning yesterday made for a quiet ride on the plane. We arrived in Vienna around 10 in the morning and had just enough time to drop our stuff off at our hotel before we went out and started our tour of the city. We walked, talked, and tried not to drool over the beautiful architecture. We passed many sites such as the Austrian Parliament building, the local University, several cathedrals, the popular opera house and art museums.

At one point during our walk, our southerness/lack of snow experiences got the best of us and, as a class, built our newest Austrian snow-friend, I’m sure the people passing by stared at the group of American college kids frolicking in the snow, but we were so in the moment of laughing and being ridiculous, not one of us looked away for a second. This is one of the reasons that I am thankful for the wonderful group of people I am spending my time with.

Later on, we experience what it is really like to be Austrian. At an extremely lavish but yet not too overdone café, we were treated to the afternoon meal of pastries and coffee. We sipped our Austrian coffee and savored the sweet taste of the best pastry I think I have ever had. That evening, we also ate Weiner schnitzel—a traditional Austrian dish. Everything was superb.

This morning, however, shifted back to the discussion of this course. We visited the Vienna Central Cemetery, which is a burial ground for different religions. It is for public use even though there is a military section and has many distinguished people buried there. Each religion has a separate section and we viewed how the Jewish section was basically neglected as very few descendants were left after the war. This is something that the city just recognized as something they need to help take care of.

The rest of the day, we roamed the first district in search of coffee and cute cafes. Even though the Berlin weather has seemed to follow us, I still can’t wait to see the rest of the city!

January 21, 2013

Our time in Berlin is already over. That makes me so overwhelmingly sad to leave such a beautiful country, but even more excited to see what Austria will have for us! The last two days have been shorter than the previous week but just as wonderful.

On Sunday, we visited the film museum and learned about Nazi propaganda in films in the 1930’s- 1940’s. That was very interesting to see how politics played their role in entertainment. They also had an exhibit on Sesame Street and I enjoyed the stroll down memory lane. In the afternoon, we visited the technical museum and saw a cattle car that could have been used during the holocaust. As hard as it was to imagine it jammed packed with crying, tired and scared people, it scared me when I could imagine a train of cattle cars driving through the country, and knowing no one stopped it before it got to the final destination of a concentration camp.

In addition to packing and last minute souvenir shopping, we visited the biggest Jewish synagogue still standing in Berlin. Over half of it had been destroyed and never fixed. However, I found it very interesting that the synagogue saved some pieces of the stained glass and pieces it back together as best as they could so visitors could get an accurate imagination of how beautiful this place used to be.

Two nights of fabulous dinner filled with laughter and nonsense have absolutely worn me out. I will always cherish my time in Germany but will be restless (in my sleep!) in anticipation for Austria! 

January 19, 2013

Wow, is it really already Saturday?! This week has flown by so far! And yes, now I’m sure that the lack of sleep from the beginning of the week has DEFINITELY caught up to all of us. Sleeping in public places seems to be a trend…

The past two days have not been as busy as the beginning of the week was. Yesterday, we woke up a little bit later (yay!) and left for the Jewish Museum around 9:15 a.m. At the museum, we learned about the entire Jewish history—the origin, beliefs and practices, the first persecutions, and of course, the genocide in the 1940’s.  It was a very interesting museum; it shared some information about the religion that I never knew about. As a child in school, I did learn about how they were persecuted and I knew a little bit about the religious from inquiring growing up in church. Even though we hit a rough spot in the museum where our morning coffees had seemed to run out of our systems, this museum was a really good place to expand our depth of understanding as we continued through the course of studying Jewish culture.

After the museum, we decided to reenergize with a quick lunch at a sandwich shop on the way to the Berlin Tower. When we got to the tower, we stood in line for security (where the workers decided it would be beneficial to them to confiscate our drinks that we just bought) and continuously laughed at the ridiculous comments that we kept making. We were surprised to feel our ears popping as we rose up six meters per second up 268 meters to the top of the tower. It was so neat to see the entire city and try and locate some of the sites that we’ve already gone to. Plus, we enjoyed the perfect people watching opportunities.

The rest of the day we spent roaming around the city before we made it back to our hotel to leave and go to an Indian restaurant. Every one of us is always completely exhausted by dinnertime so now it is just a joke of people falling asleep at the table. However, it was particularly hard last night as the service at the restaurant was slower than the rest of the non-rushing places to eat. Good thing it was only around the corner from our hotel!

Today was very cold. Like the kind of cold that doesn’t every leave your body. But we handled it just fine as we spent the entire morning in the German History Museum. This has to be one of the best museums I have ever been too. It had SO much information, but quality stuff! I was extra excited to see a whole section about Martin Luther and how he worked with the German churches when he nailed the 95 Theses to the Wittenberg church doors.

 

We spent a long time in the World War Two section of the history museum. It was very interesting to see everyday objects, such as children’s books, used as propaganda for the Nazi campaign. We saw war effort posters, displays of racial judgments, newspaper articles, and photographs. A lot of it was information that I had already heard before, but there was a lot of new artifacts that reminded me how real the devastation were. On display, there was a set of silverware that was left at Auschwitz. I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that silverware was found at the concentration camps when so many of them were so fragile and starving.

We quickly examined the rest of the exhibits as we realized that we had been there for almost four hours and we needed food to resist the urge to sleep… again. On the way to the Berliner Dom, we stopped at a roadside stand and all treated our stomachs to currywurst that was quite delicious!! We had to eat it in the freezing temperatures so there was a ton of laughing as we got it all over us in the rush to eat it. We fought the cold and the pigeons, completely satisfied with our wonderful lunch and headed to the Berliner Dom.

Once we got there, we hurried inside out of the cold. I was completely wonderstruck by the marvelous designs and detail in this church. Even more so, I was completely thrilled that this church was a Lutheran church—almost seemed like a home away from home. I joked that my church could use a few designer tips from this beautiful building.

However, much to my disappointment (but a thrill to everyone else) I did not enjoy going to the crypt in the basement of the church. After about five seconds down there, I realized that I was surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of corpses in elaborate coffins and I could not handle it. Everyone laughed as I tried to get out of there as fast as I could. I don’t think I will ever live that one down. But at least, looking back on it, I didn’t end up having to stay down there surrounded by dead royalty. That is what I call serious misfortune. 

January 16, 2013

Full first day in Berlin—so incredibly exciting! We started bright and early with a typical German breakfast in the hotel, and then by 8 a.m. we were out and about in the cold. We had a lovely fresh blanket of snow to walk on this morning as we made our way through Berlin to our first stop of the day—the Reichstag. We were able to walk up this ramp in the dome and look out over the city (peering through the snow covered windows) and also look down through a funnel into the parliament meeting room. We listened to an audio description of what we were looking at and enjoyed having the entire dome to ourselves as not many people were there at 9 in the morning.

Next, we headed to the Brandenburg Gate. This was one of my favorite stops because this is a site that I have seen through different textbooks throughout the years. We had tons of photo opportunities at this historic site. Then, right down the street, we spent a good amount of time taking in Berlin’s Holocaust Memorial.  After I did my presentation on the history of this site, we zigzagged through the stones and went to the information center, which is located underneath the memorial. In there, we read stories about some of the victims that were left through things such as postcards, letters and journal entries. This was extremely moving and hard to comprehend beyond words that are indescribable. To see stories of families that were completely wiped out by the genocide and their awareness to their fate was extremely sobering. As a group, this memorial moved us all.

Soon after, we walked a couple of blocks and officially exchanged our American money for the Euro, which we used when we stopped for lunch and learned some German eating out etiquette.  After lunch, we grabbed a quick pastry (butter croissants are SO good) on the way to the ghost subway stations that monitored access between East and West Berlin. After a short walk up the stairs and across the street, we went to see and touch the ruins of the Berlin Wall. It was crazy to see how much space was between the two areas and how the city now forms around where the wall used to stand as they knocked buildings down to make room for the borders. There was a small portion of land that was actually preserved and is part of the actual Berlin Wall that is used for visitors to get a feel of how the city was divided.

           

For the rest of the day, we wandered through stores in one of Europe’s most prestigious shopping centers. At this point we realized we were all exhausted and were able to have a quick rest before heading back over to the East for dinner at a very authentic German restaurant—full of meat and potatoes. YUM.

Even though we all were practically sleep walking back to the hotel, it was a great first day! I can’t wait to explore the rest of the city and share these experiences with new friends. 

January 15, 2013

Snow in Amsterdam. 

Delays and Cancellations only mean more boarding passes. 

It was raining when we left Richmond.

After spending 26 hours of traveling, countless delays, cancellations, rebooking, and finding our luggage, we have all safely made it to Berlin! Although our first day was mostly spent in the Amsterdam airport due to snow, it was still a fun day. We all bonded over playing cards, talks about school, and the common ground of exhaustion. Even after our seven-hour flight from Detroit to Amsterdam, we were all definitely relieved to finally be back on a plane again en route to Berlin.

Once we arrived, we got checked into our hotel, located in West Berlin, freshened up, and quickly made our way to East Berlin for some delicious Asian cuisine. We enjoyed dinner (and the fact that we finally arrived!) before eventually bundling up and walking around for a bit and looking at some places that we have talked about in class and will go visit later in the week.

Even though we enjoyed ourselves today, there was nothing better than retreating to our home away from home for a nice long night. 

January 13, 2013

Tomorrow. Less than 24 hours. In 19 hours, 34 minutes and 39... 38... 37.... seconds.

Tomorrow. It is pretty insane to think that this time tomorrow I will be boarding the plane in Detroit for one long flight to Europe. After months of anticipation, it is almost here!

I am extremely excited. Ignore the fact that I get rather excited over the smallest things because this is no small "thing". This is going to study for nineteen days on site of things that I have spent a large portion of my childhood learning about. What an opportunity. I am so lucky.

In preparation, our class has watched the Winds of War television mini-series, Rosenstrasse, The Third Man and One, Two, Three, and read "Still Alive" by Ruth Kluger and "An Underground Life" by Gad Beck. Our week of class on campus included reviewing these materials and anxiously talking about what we will see. For the few of us that do not know German, we did learn how to answer when asked how we are-- gut!

I am spending my last day in the States packing the last few things for this trip. Even though I packed my suitcase last weekend before returning to campus, my carry on and "personal item" desperately need attention. And knowing me, that will probably take an eternity. I would never be able to pack and go without some sort of long agonizing debate. And long and agonizing is not exaggerated in the least.

Speaking of which, I should probably get back to that. In the meantime, the countdown continues!