Uncategorized23 Aug 2006 11:23 pm

Hello all!

We are all back in America!  And I assume that everyone else has made it back successfully, because I have faith in Mrs. Crowley’s driving.  However, I have a slightly different schedule for myself…that just got a lot more iffy.

Because I was supposed to start work on the 24th, I planned on flying directly back into Hamilton.  However, it was not to be.  Our flight was delayed getting out of Heathrow by about two hours or so, which meant that we did not get into Chicago until around 4.  This was fine for the remainder of the group, but I had a flight that theoretically left around 4 to go to Detroit, and then another connecting flight to get to Syracuse.  Thus, I rescheduled.

Little did I know that the flight I rescheduled for would be delayed about 2-3 hours and I would miss my flight to Syracuse.  Which also happened to be the last flight to Syracuse of the night.  This explains why I am writing this entry on the complimentary computers in the lobby of the Best Western outside the Detroit airport.  To be fair, the room I’m in is VERY nice – huge bed and all.  But I’d still rather be home.  At least everything should be worked out for tomorrow.

Other than that, however, the last few days in Europe were a blast.  Just to summarize, we went to Hampton Court, and we also went to Parliament/Westminster Abbey (half went to one, half to another.  You figure out which is which).  Finally, we arrived in Manchester after a fairly brilliant bluff on Amanda’s part (hurrah for noticing the District Line is delayed).  We stayed in Manchester in a fairly nice hostel pretty close to the train station, ate dinner at a partner hostel with a very nice kitchen setup, and spent part of the night watching a jazz trio attempt to do a show (they were very good…individually).

It’s now about 5 or 6 in the morning England time (I’m not quite sure), and since I’ve been up since 7 or so, I’m going to go to bed now.  Hopefully, tomorrow gets me home safe and sound.

–The Bov

London20 Aug 2006 03:23 pm

So, “Avenue Q” was awesome. We were really close to the stage and it was a pretty small theatre to begin with, and the cast was great. Even more surprisingly, the audience was great, too–it was a pretty young crowd (which is good, because most older people would probably have walked out after the first ten minutes) and they had a ton of energy, especially for a matinee. It was really fun, and substantially more hilarious than just listening to the recording.

Today we tried to watch the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace (helping Cameron connect with the Commonwealth…) but they canceled it, so we went over to the Globe to catch “Antony and Cleopatra.”

The “groundling” area was actually really good, because we could see everything and move around and be antsy without getting yelled at. And it only rained a little bit (though that didn’t matter much for me–during a scene of drunken Roman revelry, one of the actors dumped a goblet full of water on my head. Hooray!)

Aaaand then we found Indian food in Knightsbridge, a few blocks away from Harrods, and Cameron didn’t hate it (!) and it was really delicious. In the last three days I have had falafel, Indian food, and a pasty (which I haven’t had since Stella’s closed, so that was really exciting), so it has been a good few days of food. Also, we’ve added to our hostel cooking repertoire–last night we added a package of shredded cheese to our noodles and sauce. Mmm!

We also went to King’s Cross tonight to find Platform 9 3/4, and  umm, I’m very pleased to note that they’ve renovated since last time I was there–they’ve now put on a sign that says that AND stuck a cart halfway through the wall in the place where the platform would be if, you know, Harry Potter were real. So we took some pictures and were generally very nerdy.

Tomorrow we’re going to Hampton Court and then we’ll try to watch people yell at each other in the House of Commons (which is open to the public in the afternoons and evenings). And…whoa….we’ll be home in three days.

Until then…

–Amanda

London19 Aug 2006 10:04 am

My mom complained that I haven’t been posting, so here it is!

I am, like everyone else, enjoying the trip. I’m pretty sure I enjoyed the Tent more than everyone else combined, but I’ve also been known to sleep outside a lot so that’s not really unexpected. Amsterdam was…an experience. It’s an awesome city and the people are really cool, even if our neighborhood (aka the redlight district) was a little sketch. London is sweet. I can’t really complain, considering today has been spent oogling Shakespearean toys and getting awesome tickets for Avenue Q tonight. I’m also excited for the city and because we are staying very near Hyde Park, part of the inspiration for Peter Pan, and that is my favorite story of all time. So, in short, life is good : ).

–Steph

London19 Aug 2006 09:42 am

During our last day in Amsterdam, we went to the Heineken Experience (a few of you should have gotten video email things from there) just to be dorky college-aged Americans–plus, you know, it was only 10 euro, and you got three beers non-alcoholic beverages and a “free gift”–a really nice bottle opener in a plastic mini Heineken bottle.

You also got a couple hours of weirdly entertaining entertainment, including two Heineken-themed “rides,” a room where you can “be your own DJ,” and a row of chairs in which you can sit and surround yourself in commercialism (the entire place was basically dedicated to showing Heineken commercials. My media studies classes would have a field day).

We got to the airport extra early, so as to avoid any problems flying into the U.K. However, because it’s us, this turned out to be entirely unnecessary–our flight was delayed, inevitably, and we sat around at the Amsterdam airport until 11 p.m. By the time we got into Luton and then took the bus into London, it was half past midnight, so we walked halfway to the hostel and then took a cab, since we didn’t actually know where it was.

Our hostel here is good, in that they include breakfast in the price, there’s a kitchen, and our room is pretty nice. (The bathrooms didn’t work for me this morning, but no one else had any problems, so I’m going to give the place the benefit of the doubt.)

Today so far we’ve gotten tickets to go see “Antony and Cleopatra” at the Globe tomorrow afternoon (they are £5 standing tickets, because nothing is as fun as standing up through three hours of Shakespeare! ….really! no sarcasm! We like Shakespeare. As long as it doesn’t rain). We wandered around Covent Garden, where we got trinkety things and I bought an umbrella–I’m okay getting rained on occasionally, but um, we’re in England.

AND THEN. We were wandering around and saw signs for cheap theatre tickets, so we investigated further AND THEN. We got £20 tickets to see “Avenue Q” from the FIFTH ROW this afternoon! In about an hour, in fact. Because we’re fabulous.

:D

So we will see good theatre tonight and tomorrow, even if paying for said theatre means we will be going Bov-style and eating baguettes and Nutella for the rest of the trip. Because it’s worth it. (However, Cameron has promised to try Indian food while we’re here, so one afternoon/evening we have to eat good Indian food. And Steph and I can’t seem to avoid falafel stands, because mmm, deep-fried garbanzo beans. So good.)

–Amanda

Amsterdam17 Aug 2006 12:28 pm

Number of postcards written and addressed: 5

Number of postcards sent: 0

 

That’s right everybody. Seriously though, this is the best I’ve ever done with postcards. The one I wrote in Florence was the first one to get past having a person’s name written on the address line. I swear, next time I see a post office I will send these.

I did manage to find a few (hundred) “potcards” here, but I’m not going to pay 1€ for a cheap gag gift for my parents… sorry! I’ve been paying around ,20€ for postcards, so forgive me if I find 1€ to be a bit much.

Anyway, I was going to mention our awesome tour guide and the more interesting sights around the city, but Amanda seems to have covered that pretty fully already.

I figured I should check in at least once though since my family has been clammering from the peanut gallery for a post from me. Sorry about that, it’s just that we all have access to this at the same times and Amanda is doing it. I know we said there would be pictures too, but, like I said in a comment a while back, most internet cafes (if they have USB ports at all) don’t like us to upload pictures. Everybody will see them and get the rest of our stories when we get home. I’ve got a few good ones for you Dave! But they are for another time.

I will say one thing about Holland though (while I’m here and everybody else is asleep): I really respect their social policy. Basically, the government here says that as long as it isn’t harming anybody and they can make money off of it then it’s allowed. Curiously, marijuana is actually entirely illegal here (contrary to popular belief), but the government decided years ago that it would be just as productive to flush their money literally “down the drain” as it would be to try and fight marijuana cultivation, consumption, and possession. How novel! Let’s spend the country’s money on fighting hard drugs like cocaine and heroin instead of chasing down college students smoking pot. Incidentally, Holland not only has the smallest percentage of hard drug users in Europe it also has the smallest percentage of pot smokers (about half of the USA’s).

How can pot be such a lucrative business in a city where nobody smokes it? Tourists!

So the Dutch government struck gold by saying that people can smoke here, attracting stupid college students from all over the world (of course, they are mostly Americans) to their coffeeshops.

Damn, government is cool when it makes sense. Maybe one day the US will realize that chasing stoners isn’t going to accomplish anything. I’d settle for the Olympic commitee moving pot out of the “performance-enhancing” drug category, but you know…

Sorry, I think I went off on a tangent there for a minute (especially when you consider that I only had “one thing” to say about Holland). Ok, looking back, that rant might make me look like some finally-justified, marijuana enthusiast and that’s not really the point. None of us have smoked anything (rest easy parents), I just thought it was an awesome idea by the Dutch government. Kudos!

Alright, I’m hungry, so I’m going to go wake everybody up and get a burger or something.

Cheers!

–Cameron

Amsterdam17 Aug 2006 10:55 am

…are all things in which we are not partaking, don’t worry.

We are, however, staying in the red light district here in Amsterdam, which seemed a little sketchy at first but has turned out to be pretty nice, for a few reasons:

1) Our tour guide (more on that later) assured us that it is the safest part of town, as there are a ton of cops around;

2) We’re really close to everything–we have walked everywhere, which saves lots of money;

3) Our hostel fulfills my definition of What Is Great About Large Cities, namely, that I am within easy walking distance of greasy Asian food 24 hours a day. (Something I took advantage of last night. Mmm. I’d been craving something that’s not a cheese sandwich or pizza for days.)

The main downside of the location, frankly, is that every time I lie down for a nap I realize that my hair smells like weed.

Yesterday we got into the city at around 9 a.m. We found our hostel, dumped our backpacks, and then wandered around for a few hours–including a trip to the main shopping street, where Steph and I bought Bov some really good-looking jeans from H&M for his birthday. We got a brochure for a free walking tour of Amsterdam that left at 3 p.m., so we headed to the train station to catch that.

Well, it ended up being a really awesome tour–four hours of a British guy who had an encyclopedic memory reciting all kinds of random, interesting facts about Amsterdam and its rather unique…um, everything. So we tipped him, because he was really good, and because despite all the museums we’ve visited, those four hours were by far the most educational of the entire trip. It was really good. And I am completely in love with Amsterdam–this is going on my “places to live when I become an ex-pat” list. All the cities we’ve seen have been amazing, but Amsterdam is probably my favorite. (Or Paris. And London, of course, but we haven’t been there yet on this trip.)

Today we went to a museum in a church in the main square, which had an exhibit about fashion through the ages. I really liked it (they even had a dress-up area with hoop skirts and stuff!) but the guys were (unsurprisingly) less than thrilled. Afterwards we went to the Dutch Resistance Museum, which was a more pleasant follow-up to our trip to Dachau on our last day in Munich (something that I, being a World War II buff, had really wanted to do, and it was really interesting and really worthwhile).

Anyway, it was one of the best museums I’ve ever seen–we’ve seen some pretty badly organized exhibits among all the places we’ve been, but this was perfect. It was well laid-out, and it integrated various forms of media–video, artifacts, print, audio, hands-on stuff, etc.–incredibly well. It was brilliantly designed, and historically right up my alley, so that was great.

Tomorrow evening we fly out to London, so we’ll see what the security situation is like flying into the U.K. I can’t lie–it’ll be good to get into a hostel that doesn’t have a skeevy bar on the ground floor (this is the second one–the hotel in Lyon did, too). And hopefully it’ll have a kitchen, too, so we can eat cheaply and well again. That pesto baguette I bought earlier today won’t last the rest of the trip, after all.

–Amanda

Munich14 Aug 2006 03:17 pm

So, yesterday, all of our running around finally caught up to us, and by the time we got to the Tent we crashed for a few hours. I have a cold, which is really fun, and meant that yesterday we spent a long time looking for cough drops–long enough that we compiled a list of

THINGS YOU CAN GET IN MUNICH ON SUNDAY

A lap dance

Your own personal striptease

Any erotic toy/movie etc.

A meal at Pizza Hut

Crazy music at Christopher Street Day

A visit with an ER nurse who happens to speak very good English

THINGS YOU CANNOT GET IN MUNICH (at least not without a lot of effort)

A pharmacy (medicine, cough drops etc.)

Groceries

Basic necessities

 

So that was our day yesterday, basically.

Germany is in general kind of tricksy, in that none of us know any German at all. All of us had taken French at some point and Steph still does, and she has taken Italian, and that is similar enough anyway to the various Romance languages we´ve each taken that we could find our way around at least.

German is a whole different story. It is nothing at all like any language any of us has taken. The extent of all the German we have among us are the ten words of Dutch Cameron learned on the internet…so, none at all, actually, except the word for “small” is the same.

Today we took the train to a town about an hour from here on a very pretty lake, and took a boat to an island upon which Ludwig II built a palace in the style of Versailles, only about one-fiftieth the size–basically the poor king´s Versailles, but it was still pretty cool.

We have also discovered that public transportation in Munich apparently runs on the honor system–in two days of travel within the city, no one has ever asked to see a ticket. Which is pretty cool, really, since people still buy tickets. If they tried that in LA it would not go well.

Tomorrow night we train to Amsterdam. For now, though, I am done blogging, because the people on the computer next to me are giving me a headache.

–Amanda

Munich13 Aug 2006 11:36 am

We have arrived in Munich, after a night of traveling in an overnight train in our own couchette compartment.  I hadn’t actually expected to get our own room, so that was a pleasant surprise.  Then, we had to navigate the Munich Tram system, which was harder than it sounds.  I think we bought excess ticket stuff, but I really have no way of knowing for sure.  Finally, we arrived at the Tent, a really interesting establishment with all the comforts of home plus a mattress pad and a bunch of blankets – as many as we want, in fact.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who is getting a bit nervous about the flight thing.  Interesting story – we didn’t find out about the whole thing until we saw comments on the blog.  We’re a bit out of touch here.  It’s a bit intimidating, actually, especially since I just checked Easyjet’s web site and they have cancelled a flight from Amsterdam to London Luton for today.  I just hope that everything goes smoothly, though.  Even so, we do have a plan in case we fail at getting back to the US – Cameron ensures that we are all OK (after all, he is Canadian).

I think I’m going to watch what appears to be a movie starting here, because it’s raining quite a bit out in Germany.  Someday, also, I hope to become accustomed to the fact that on German keyboards, the y and the z are switched around.  Oh, qwertz keyboards.

-Das Bov

Venice12 Aug 2006 08:36 am

Let me preface this by saying that I really like Venice: It’s vibrant, beautiful, full of culture–

It is also sinking.

Not metaphorically, either. It is literally sinking, which we know thanks to a) science and b) the fact that St. Mark’s square is presently flooded. Large portions of it are about 3-6 inches deep in water, which gives the whole place an eerie, “Planet of the Apes”-esque feeling–seeing this massive cathedral with its marble base submerged in dirty water. (It’s also a big pain, as we spent part of the afternoon just drying our shoes.)

Tonight we head out to Munich around 11 p.m…then we’ll meet The Tent.

Until then…ciao!

–Amanda

Florence10 Aug 2006 10:56 am

So today was our last full day in Florence, and I spent most of it sitting, because my foot has decided not to function.

Yesterday was more interesting. We went to the market, a church, and…climbed the Duomo. In doing that, I discovered that France is not the only country whose tourism policy consists of luring them up huge flights of stairs with promises of great views in order to KILL THEM…I mean, make them pay 6 euro.

Which are basically the same thing in the end.

We really like staying in a hostel, by the way. We are meeting lots of interesting people, many of whom laugh at our cooking skills (especially the Italians, who observed our cooking pasta for dinner last night with a lot of amusement). Last night we befriended a German girl who was reading Harry Potter in English in the common room, and went out with her.

Tomorrow morning we leave for Venice, where we’ll hang out (and, by all accounts, get bitten a lot by mosquitos/bed bugs etc. and be generally miserable) for a day and a half before getting on a sleeper train to Munich.

We took a sleeper train to Florence from Lyon, and it’s sort of an interesting thing. We opted to go the cheap route and get a couchette–so when the train pulled in, we watched nice two-bed and then four-bed rooms roll by first. Once we boarded the train, it reminded me a lot of where Leonardo DiCaprio stayed on the Titanic (the movie…not the real boat) in that there were masses of people speaking a lot of different languages in a really, really small space. The hallway was about four inches wide. Each room has couch things and then two higher-up bunk beds. The couch things fold into two beds, which you can lay on with the cleanish sheets and fall asleep to the gentle sound of a train horn :)

Actually, I slept really well on the train, but I don’t think anyone else did.

Also, I should remind you all that this trip is fabulous and that my complaining is strictly (intended to be) humorous. Mostly.

Bye!

–Amanda

Florence08 Aug 2006 05:50 am

Hello from Florence, where we have returned to the amazing qwerty keyboard!

The last few days have been pretty hectic, and there was no internet cafe nearby our hotel in Lyon, hence the lack of updates, sooo…here we go!

On our last full day in Paris, we started out by going to Sacre Coeur, which was right near our hotel (though inevitably we had to climb another huge hill and another 3857293 stairs to get there). From there we went to the Science and Industry museum where–I know, I couldn’t believe it either–there was a Star Wars exhibit for only 3 euro!

So of course Cameron and I had to go. It was awesome! They had ships and costumes and stuff from the movies, which was really cool, and fun French video clips, and all of the novels translated into French. Heh. We had a good geeky day.

On the way back, a guy tried to pickpocket Bov on the metro (raise your hand if you’re surprised!) All the guy got was Bov’s umbrella, which he very politely returned.

From there we headed back to the center of the city, where we went to Musee D’Orsay, Les Invalides, and then had a picnic dinner at the Jardin du Luxembourg. That night we finally took a boat down the Seine (we found a coupon for it on the ground!) and then wandered past the Louvre so we could see the pyramid lit up.

Our train to Lyon left Paris at 2 p.m. on the 5th, so we went to Versailles in the morning for, um, about two hours. We only had time to wander around the grounds, but man, that is an impressive palace. No wonder everybody hated the monarchy–I think that between Versailles and the Louvre, there was about twice as much square footage as every other building in Paris combined.

On our first night in Lyon, we walked to the Radisson, which bills itself as the tallest hotel in Europe, and sat in the bar until it looked like the waiter might make us order a 12€ margarita. The view was, in fact, really good, but not good enough to spend a day’s worth of food money on.

Our hotel in Lyon was not as bad as we’d expected (pretty bad, considering the comments we saw online and the fact that it was only 60€ a night for a triple room). The old guy who ran it was a little sketchy, and he also ran a bar next door called “Le Petit Bar,” which appeared to be the domain of a lot of little old ladies and one 50-something man who kindly invited Steph and me to his home. Thanks!

We slept in late the next day and then walked up another huge hill, at the top of which we found the Basilica of Fourviere, which was basically what the Paris cathedrals would look like if they’d been painted by Martha Stewart–even the crypt was decked out in pastel paint. The church itself had frescoes from floor to ceiling.

There were also some Roman ruins on top of the hill, so we hung out there for a while before coming back down the hill to find dinner.

We got back to the hotel pretty early and played cards until we were interrupted by a knock. I got up to see who it was, and a guy standing outside our door with a bag said, “Hi, I’m your neighbor who speaks English. I bring you a gift of fruit.”

I blinked, then let him in. We got to talking, as people in awkward situations often do, and it turned out that he’s a graduate of Pitzer College–one of the schools that shares a campus with my school (Pomona). He was in Europe because he couldn’t get back into the U.S…we didn’t really inquire deeply into the subject. He was waiting for his appointment at the U.S. Embassy–in October. But he hung around for a while until we had to go to sleep, because the train to Annecy left at 7 a.m. the next day.

We decided to go to Annecy because a) we were bored of Lyon and b) Steph and I had read about it in our French textbooks a thousand years ago. It was only about a two-hour train ride from Lyon, so we could have a pretty full day there.

Annecy is sort of like the French version of Wisconsin’s Lake Geneva, except that it is cleaner, less crowded, less slummy, has classier stores, a much nicer lake, and ancient castles and churches, and is, you know, in the Alps. So basically it is nothing like Lake Geneva, except that it’s a weekend retreat for locals and has a lake, but it’s the best comparison I can think of.

We rented a pedal boat for a little while, walked up yet another hill, then went swimming in the (cold) lake. We got very, very sunburned, but it was beautiful out, so it was okay.

Now we are in Florence, and it is time for me to go outside instead of blogging, so, I will write more later.

(Today I ate my 9th cheese sandwich of the trip. It’s hard to be a cheap vegetarian.)

–Amanda

Spain06 Aug 2006 06:22 am

I´m in an internet café right now, where it is again easy to do fun little squiggles above various letters.  I´m currently waiting for Esther to get off of work, but in the meantime, I thought I´d update this again (who would have thought?).

South Spain is fantastic.  I spent a week in North Carolina this summer, and this beats that hands down.  It´s a lot like the old town in Tallinn, Estonia, but without the cold and with a lot more humidity and beach.  Surprise surprise.

I wouldn´t have expected to get on the ´net more than once or twice, but I did tell myself I´d say something on Sunday.  It´s all right, though, because now I get to get a little bit more caught up with things, as well as beg someone to please give me money to buy my school books (please?  I´m broke).

I also just finished the big book I´d brought along to read, which was The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco.  Fourteenth century church politics and murder – fantastic!  I enjoyed it.  Now on to Slaughterhouse-Five for the train tomorrow.

I´m going to go enjoy the sun, sea, and castle of Tossa de Mar.

–Bov

Spain05 Aug 2006 10:53 am

I am currently sitting in a bus station in Girona, Spain, waiting for my bus to get here.

I am on my small side trip to visit my friend Esther right now, which involved getting up at 5 AM when we´d gone to sleep less than 4 hours before (college kids up talking about stuff?  Surely not).  After making my way from our hotel to the train station to the next train station to this bus station, I looked at my itinerary.  The bus I need to catch leaves at 7 PM.  I, however, had written 5 PM.  After a small amount of panic, I checked and was relieved.  Disaster averted.

Trains in Europe are so much better than the trains in America.  For one thing, they´re actually on time (a novel concept).  For another, they´re much more sensibly laid out.  And finally, even for someone who only speaks enough French to get by on a good day, enough Spanish to say that I don´t speak the language, and a small smattering of German, the trains are really easy to navigate.  So much better than American trains.

I have to run, but I still want to play with this keyboard.  It´s got so many fun characters on it, like ç or ¿ or º or ª.  Far too much fun.

–El Bov

Paris03 Aug 2006 03:45 pm

So I wrote this great entry last night about Paris, but you’ll never see it–the computer deleted it. Ergh.

Here is a brief summary:

1. Yesterday we walked for a really long time–from our hotel on the northern outskirtsish of Paris all the way down to the Champs Elysees. For the record, it is a three-hour walk or a fifteen-minute train ride. We then went back to the hotel (after obtaining my FedEx package and briefly visiting a free museum in a huge building, ironically called the Petit Palais) and slept for a really long time.

2. That night we took the metro down to the Eiffel Tower (by which I mean we took the metro halfway, then the line we needed was closed, so we walked really far again). For reasons I no longer recall (though I suspect they were money-related) we decided to walk up the tower. After all, we’re young and spry–or at least young. Basically, the stairs killed us (except Steph) and by the time we’d made it to the second level (about 530 steps later) they had closed down the elevator to the top.

Now, I have to be honest here. I hate heights, so by the time we were barely halfway up, the combination of terror, asthma, and a billion steps was not working for me. Incidentally, the only thing I hate more than tall buildings?

Elevators, of course.

So, though I understand that seeing the view of Paris would have been very cool, um, I was really not devastated. You could maybe say that I was ecstatic, actually–I didn’t have to go to the top of that tower, and I avoided looking like a wimp. It was perfect.

3. In case we didn’t have enough stairs yesterday, today we went to Notre Dame and went up in the tower, which also has roughly 57893 steps.

What I have determined from the last two days: There are more stairs in Paris alone than there are in the entire United States.

And we have walked up all of them.

Plus, by the time we got to Notre Dame, we’d already walked around the Louvre (a.k.a. the biggest building, ever) and to Saint-Chapelle, which might be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen–the walls are almost all stained-glass, but the amount of iron makes them look really heavy and thick. Until the light comes in, anyway–and then the entire chapel is illuminated. It’s amazing.

After Notre Dame we visited Madame Fain’s shop–something our high school French teacher talked about all the time. Madame Fain was very nice and remembered our teacher. Her shop was really odd: a curious mixture of postcards, tennis balls, mini Eiffel Towers, and, um, a lightsaber.

We walked from there to Centre Pompidou, where we looked at a lot of modern art that I mostly didn’t understand, and read a really great poem by Jenny Holzer called “Blur.” We burned out pretty quickly, though, and had dinner and then went back to the hotel around 8:30.

We walked up the three flights of stairs to our room, and then my legs knew for sure that my theory was correct.

–Amanda

Paris02 Aug 2006 08:12 am

It didn’t aid my sleep though, so I put on the relaxation channel, which sounded like those nature sounds tapes they used to sell all over the place–the ones with the sample station. As a kid I had one of whale migration noises…or maybe it was mating noises; I don’t remember.

The bus ride from Manchester to London was uneventful–at least I think so; I slept through most of it.

Then there was the bus from London to Luton. Our driver was INSANE. He started off the trip by making it his personal mission to anger every passenger or potential passenger who walked by; then, he was a terrible driver, which I chalked up to mere familiarity or possibly city-driver aggression–until he HIT somebody. It took about twenty minutes to clear that up, and we were worried we would miss our flight, but that was dumb. Obviously, our flight was delayed two hours, so we spent a looong time sitting around in Luton, and then once we got to Paris, the metro had stopped running so we had to take a cab. It is a very good thing Steph can say more in French than the rest of us can (I, for example, can tell people my name and name a few articles of clothing and some animals. It is not useful knowledge.

–Amanda

Manchester01 Aug 2006 05:02 am

So, of all the stuff we each brought–in my case, about 3100 cubic inches’ worth–there were really only 3 things that were really important–things that couldn’t be foregone or just bought in Europe–our passports, plane tickets, and eurail passes.

Inevitably, one of us would forget one of those things. Almost as inevitably, that person was me.

We left Appleton at around 12:15 pm and got to O’Hare with plenty of time to check in, get seated together, and convince the person working the check-in counter that our massive backpacks would in fact fit in the overhead compartment (and they did. sort of).

We got through security and settled in on the floor at our gate (M16–the boys were thrilled) to play cards. However, when I moved to put my plane tickets in my manila envelope marked “very important,” I realized something was missing–namely, the envelope.

Eek.

It turned out that I had left that envelope–which contained my Eurail pass along with a few copies of my passport and some bus tickets–on my bed in Appleton.

Well, in the end it worked out, but boy, you can always count on Murphy’s law…

* * * * *

The plane ride has been fairly uneventful: We took off on time, for once in the history of ever; and I started off watching “Brick,” which is sort of hard to follow when you a) are on an airplane and b) have the attention span of a five-year-old. So I switched to Spongebob Squarepants and playing Mario Bros and ate a pretty decent dinner.

We all finally fell asleep a few hours in, and we were well on our way to not being horribly jetlagged when…

The Screaming Baby is a plague on all air travelers: There’s nothing you can do about it; and it’s incredibly annoying.

The culprit on our plane was a little girl who was probably old enough to know better. And she was LOUD, and cried for a very long time.

And, you know, I did feel bad for the mother–there wasn’t much she could do, either, and she had to juggle trying to console her kid and returning the annoyed glances of all the passengers within earshot (read: the entire plane).

I was not one of the “angry glare” passengers, despite the fact that I was tired; irritable; and about five feet away from the kid. I find that I can make myself pretty zen about that kind of thing by reminding myself that when my ancestors came to America on the boat; they had to contend with Screaming Babies–and CHOLERA–for seven WEEKS instead of seven hours:

…except that those weren’t my ancestors. Mostly mine flew over post-World War II, and the rest got here well after the invention of the motor.

Still; it sorta worked.

to be continued (this keyboard sucks; which is why there’s so much bad punctuation)

–Amanda

Manchester01 Aug 2006 03:50 am

We are in Manchester and life is kind of insane. But we are here!

Bye!

–Steph

Appleton31 Jul 2006 08:49 am

We’re leaving in three hours, and I am suddenly a little apprehensive!

Hmm, what a strange feeling.

So, I decided to think about what everybody else is probably nervous about, because it’s much funnier than my nerves (which have sadly been compounded by the 3480234 cups of coffee I’ve had this morning):

Cameron: That I will kill him people we meet won’t believe that he’s really Canadian.

The Bov: That he’ll suddenly realize that there is a reason he only comes back to Appleton once a year.

Steph: That Cameron, The Bov and I will talk about “Star Wars.”
…the entire trip.

–Amanda

Appleton31 Jul 2006 08:08 am

No matter how prepared you are, you always have something to do at the last minute.  Whether it’s photocopying your passport or cleaning your clothes, something seems to crop up.  It’s the same with me this morning, which is the only reason I’m up at 8 AM.

I’ve just finished finalizing all of my plans, because I’m taking a slightly different schedule than the rest of the group.  While they’re in Lyon, I’ll be in Tossa del Mar in Spain, visiting a close friend of mine who lives in Scotland.  However, she’s down there this summer, doing some sort of job, and so I figured that I have to visit.  We just finished figuring out the bus schedule, so that’s good.  It’ll be my first independent Europe adventure.

Well, time to absolutely finish packing.  A copy of the itinerary would be really helpful, I suppose.

–The Bov

Appleton30 Jul 2006 11:40 pm

THINGS I STILL HAVE TO DO
* Cash checks for the housing account, so we can sleep places
* Pack for Europe
* …pack for college
* Clean out my car
* Pack my car

…um, no problem.

–Amanda

Appleton30 Jul 2006 12:03 pm

It struck me as odd yesterday that packing wasn’t difficult at all. You would think that cramming everything one needs for a three-week trip into something small enough to carry on your back the entire time would be at least somewhat challenging. It really makes me appreciate how much space my electronics usually take up. I decided early on that I was going to make this trip as low-tech as possible (hence the blog, heh, though it wasn’t really my idea). Between the four of us we’re only bringing one camera and, with the exception of an iPod or two, nothing else that requires firmware, batteries, or a water-proof carrying case.

However, due to the relative ease of packing, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve forgotten something fundamentally important and entirely necessary. Aside from massive amounts of paperwork–tickets, itinerary, reference numbers, addresses, documentation–I can’t think of what I could possibly be forgetting. It’s probably nothing, so I should probably stop this rambling cliche that damn near everybody goes through when they are about to leave home for a few weeks.

I still need to make copies of my important stuff and get my travelers cheques (that’s right, I spelled it the canadian way. Though, to be fair, that is how American Express spells it), but in general I think I’m set to go. I even have my books, which I’ve been avoiding reading for almost a week now, to occupy me on the long days of travelling.

We leave for the airport around noon tomorrow and won’t stop travelling until almost midnight (Paris time) on Tuesday. That amounts to around 24 straight hours of terminals and trains and bus stops and small bathrooms.

I hope you all enjoy this though. Besides being a good record of the trip for us it’s an easy way to let everybody know where we are in case something should befall us… knock on wood.

That said, with as little time as we have left in the States, I should probably be doing something more productive.

Cheers!

–Cameron

Appleton29 Jul 2006 06:33 pm

So, it turns out that packing a medium-sized backpack for a 24-day trip is a little trickier than I expected.

I made a pretty detailed list a few weeks back of things that I a) needed and b) can carry, though I’m throwing that whole “backpacks should only weigh 15% of your body weight” rule to the wind. Since, you know, I think the backpack by itself weighs about 10 pounds.

Even though I’m a girl, picking out clothes and shoes was not difficult. I’m bringing a few polo shirts in various boring colors, two pairs of pants and a long skirt, a sweater, and a nice shirt. Three pairs of shoes: sneakers that are nice-looking, good sandals and flip-flops, because athlete’s foot is not my friend.

The hard part, really, is the other stuff. Like: Do I really want to bring my iPod, knowing that it could be stolen and my life would end I don’t have $300 to buy a new one? What about that great guidebook that weighs approximately 3897523 pounds?

Or–worst of all–what about my laptop?

Even though it’s an evil betrayer that likes to delete 20-page papers during finals week, it’s still very dear to me. It’s also really heavy and requires all kinds of miscellaneous junk. It’s a liability, basically.

Then again, it’s me. Can I really be without a computer for 3 1/2 weeks? And am I actually willing to pay to use a computer in order to blog and upload photos every couple of days?

I think the answer is “yes”–which is to say, I’m more willing to blow precious Euros in internet cafes than I am to lug my ten-pound brick around western Europe.

So with one problem solved, we come to the next: Books.

I read a lot, and I read fast, and we will be spending an exorbitant amount of time on planes, trains, and automobiles buses. One book just wouldn’t cut it. Ten books might not cut it, but again, it’s a small backpack.

Which is why I brought Infinite Jest, by David Foster Wallace.

No, I’m totally kidding. Don’t worry. I have no intention of reading that book until someone holds my eyelids open and forces me to.

That said, I did pick up a book of his short stories, because I figured that as leader of the free world of the Claremont Colleges literary magazine, and as an English major, I should probably read something by our most (in)famous professor.

So I suppose I will be starting out the trip by reading Brief Interviews with Hideous Men, and then Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander, since so many people have told me to read it, and also because it should be kind of like fluff. Plus it’s 850 pages long.

–Amanda

Appleton29 Jul 2006 06:31 pm

up and running…ish

Appleton29 Jul 2006 04:13 pm

It’s aliiiive!