06/03/12: Paraga, Greece

We got up early this morning, Gillian and I. Though we didn’t get up as early as Lea and Gramma. We had breakfast before donning our swimsuits to go to the rafting on the Acheron River. We went from Zodiac to shore, shore to bus, bus to Acheron. The older of the Australian girls (Emily, 7) sat with me on the way up; we looked for our ship (but didn’t see it) and various animals (we saw cats, sheep, cows, and goats). Once off the bus, we started walking towards the river. According to the mythology, the river Acheron is where the entrance to the Underworld is, though it was further down than we were. Once we got to the river, we took off our shoes and waded in. The water was so cold it hurt my ankles and calves. I hung back from the more adventurous crowd (I stuck to the shore instead of going all the way in), but Jacques was nice enough (or obliged) to hang back a bit with me. I did manage to summon up the courage to cross the current that ran perpendicular to how I was walking, though I bet I was the slowest. We waded around and took a few pictures before heading back to where we came from so we could get on the rafts to go down the river.

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I was in the front of the raft next to the Australian grandma; Ben and Jacques were behind us with the mom and two girls in the back. Steven said their raft nearly flipped but, thankfully, because I was in a raft with the pregnant woman and the two kids, our ride was much smoother and more suited to picture-taking. The rafting was “heaps” of fun, as Emily described.

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After we made it down, we sat outside and had squares of Spanakopita (finally!). I was extremely glad I got to eat some Spanakopita before leaving Greece. After our extra half-hour of rest, we returned to the bus to return to Parga. Back in Parga, Gillian and I walked through some of the little shops before going to dip our toes in the water at the beach.

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I talked to the shipmate that was stuck on shore waiting for the Zodiac for a bit; I’m sure he gets bored just hanging around waiting for us. Once we got back to the boat, I went from place to place reading before having high tea with gramma, Lea, Gillian, and Roger. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve mentioned Roger. If I have, be patient; he’s traveling by himself as a photographer, though his wife is going to meet him in Barcelona for vacation. He’s from Seattle and he goes on cruises and takes pictures to sell to the company.

After high tea, I hung around the hip waiting for dinner. Dinner was a grand affair (of course), then we returned to the lounge for cocktails before going to bed.

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06/02/12: Corinth Canal and Itea, Greece

Today, we opted to try to find our own way up to the ruins of Delphi. Thankfully, we didn’t depart from the ship until afternoon, so I go up early enough to see us go through the Corinth Canal and to have breakfast before I went back to sleep for a couple of hours. The Corinth Canal was cool; it was a very narrow canal with very steep rock walls on either side of it. While I was taking pictures of it, one of the wait staff (Ron) took a picture of me before he insisted I take a picture with Reynaldo who then insisted I take a picture with Ron. Just after that, Gillian came back, so Reynaldo took a picture of the two of us before taking one of just Gillian.

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After I got back out of bed, I showered and got ready for the day just in time for lunch. After lunch, I read my book while waiting to hear what we were going to do once we were off the ship; if we were going up to the ruins, I would need to change my shoes, if we weren’t, I wouldn’t. We did manage to find a taxi that would take us up to Delphi, so I went to change my shoes before we set off. Once we got to the site, we were told that the area between the theatre and the stadium would close in twenty minutes, so if we wanted to see the stadium, we would have to hurry. And hurry we did. Gillian and I booked it up the mountain so we could make it to the stadium before it closed. We blew past all the other sites (and the tour group from our ship) in an effort to make it up to the stadium. Once there, we saw that we probably could have made it by walking, but we wouldn’t have felt so accomplished. Alas, we couldn’t go down into the stadium, so we took pictures from the top and had a nice (presumably German) man take our picture.

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Once we had enjoyed the breeze, caught our breath, and marveled at the view, we started back down the mountain. This time, we stopped and admired the archeology on the way. We managed to find gramma and Lea again, so we walked down together.

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It’s amazing to think how old everything that’s left is; everything that we’ve seen on Delos and at Delphi was built before America was even discovered. Our history seems like such a long time, but it’s so short compared to everyone else’s. Once we were back at the bottom, we found our taxi driver and waited for him to wait for us. We mutually waited for about thirty minutes before we realized he was ready when we were. On our way back to the dock, he pulled into this big area that over-looked the mountains and the groves and the sea.

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He told us, in very broken English, that our shipmates wouldn’t see the same thing because they just got back on the bus and went straight back. Once back on the ship, we sat out by the pool before getting ready for dinner. After our four-course dinner (which was cut off before tea so we could see the Europa bridge), the night’s entertainment was dancing. I pretty much danced the night away. I started by teaching the two little Australian girls (Emily is 7 and Billie is 4) how to disco and do the sprinkler. Then I and a bunch of other passengers did the Twist (and then the Twist Again). I think after that, Jean-Marc danced with me and then I learned to Madison with Christiane. Once I finally got the hang of the Madison, I kept running into the piano before the song ended. Then I danced with Jean-Marc again before everyone except Steven, Jacques (the very-cute, very-French host), one French woman, and I went to bed. We kept dancing until 11:30p or so before we went to bed, too.

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06/01/12: Delos and Mykonos, Greece

This time, we managed to sign up for the ruin tour on time, so we had breakfast on the ship before going over to Delos via Zodiac. Zodiacs are inflatable boats with engines that take us from the ship to port when the ship can’t just go itself.

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On the Zodiac to Delos, we were surprised at how calm and clear the water was. Even though I was sitting on the side of it, I managed to take some nice pictures of Greece.

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The houses are all white with colored doors, so when they’re crowded together on an inhabited island, it’s really beautiful. Delos island, however, is uninhabited, so it’s dotted with ruins instead of houses. Delos was considered a sacred island, so no one could be buried or give birth on the island. It’s the birthplace of Artemis and Apollo by the mortal Leta; since the children were the children of Zeus, Hera made the birth very difficult. Once bother were born, a palm tree sprang up to signify that they were Gods. Even though it was a sacred island, Delos was still an island with a lot of merchants and traders that used it as a port. It was amazing to think that the house frame that is now ruins was built before 0 BCE and is still standing.

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After the tour, we walked back to the port and took the Zodiacs back to the ship. There, we had lunch and sat outside on the pool deck before we arrived in Mykonos. Unlike Delos, Mykonos is very touristy and very inhabited. We didn’t sign up for any tour of Mykonos, so we just walked around the town. Mykonos was like a real-life maze, every turn we took combined with every other turn continuously brought us back to the road we started on.

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We did manage to wander our way up to a windmill past some shopping before wandering up to another windmill. When I say ip, I mean up. There were so many stairs to climb to get to the windmills.

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When we wandered back down, we ended up right back where we started. We decided to take a break for some cold refreshments before trying to find the cathedral and the maritime museum. After wandering around, we found the folklore museum and the cathedral.

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Once we left the cathedral, we wandered some more until we found more windmills that were all right next to each other. We got some goofy pictures before heading back down the island for dinner. We ended up back on the same street at a restaurant that faced the main thoroughfare and the water. I tried to get Spanakopita, but they weren’t serving it anymore. I’m not sure what I ended up with, but it was some sort of meat alternative that was very good. After dinner, we still had an hour and a half before the 9:30p (and final) Zodiac. Once back on the ship, I took a hot shower to scald my sunburn before going to the lobby to watch some karaoke. Gillian only sang one song and Steven sang two, so just about every other song was in French. After such a sun- and hike-filled day, I went to bed.


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05/31/12: Dikili, Turkey

Today we started with breakfast on the ship before going to a lot of presentations (or what felt like a lot). The first presentation was about the excursions that are hosted by the ship’s company followed by a long explanation of navigation and its history by the captain.

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Cool melon animals for breakfast!

After that, we had a little bit of time before we got off at Dikili. The town was a lot smaller than Istanbul and a lot less English-speaking. Since we didn’t sign up for the ship’s tour of the ruins, we tried to find our own. Apparently, no one speaks English in Dikili. Lucky for us, one of the young men outside a shop had quick access to an online translator, so he was able to tell us that it’s too early in the year for tours. With that, we wanted to find a way to go up to them anyways, so gramma and Lea went back to the ship to get the information about the ruins while Gillian and I stayed in the town and waited. The two of us walked through a very tiny flea market before going to people-watch in a little square. After ten or fifteen minutes, gramma and Lea came back and we decided to just walk around the town and see what we see.

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He was very proud of his fish

It was a very quiet town that reminded me a lot of Wilmington. The slow, beach atmosphere combined with the smell of salt water gives the impression that the beach is just waiting for tourists. After we wandered around and stopped in a shop, we went to get our last cup of Turkish tea before heading back to the ship.

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Goodbye Turkey, goodbye tiny, delicious tea! 🙁

During our tea break, Gillian wanted to order some baklava, but they didn’t have any. The waiter, who spoke almost no English, tried to point out an alternative. The description in English he pointed out translated as “mushroom oven”, so we got it. Our mushroom oven ended up being a creamy, peanut-butter dish. It was almost like peanut butter Fluff (melted marshmallow) heated up and served.

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The four of us in front of the ship – Le Levant

After we got back on the ship, Gillian took a nap while I worked on Things before the Captain’s welcome cocktail at 7:30p. We got nice and dressed up for it and then had dinner at 8p. It was a set seafood-based menu starting with Lobster bisque followed by salmon slices in a sauce; next was the scallops and prawns followed by the main beef course (which I substituted salmon in). Last, but not least, was chocolate dessert followed by tea. (Lobster bisque: no; salmon slices in sauce: no; scallops: NO!; prawns: maybe sometimes.) After dessert, we went to the lounge to play guess that song (or Name that Tune, depending). I didn’t know any of the French or English tunes, but one lady on my team did, so we still won. The people that work on the ship are really nice. The maîtres’ is always trying to get me to eat and he always stops to chat and make sure we like the food. The wait staff are very hardworking, but they remember our names and always talk to us if we talk to them. It’s a bit tough sometimes to talk to some of the other patrons because we don’t speak French and no one will sit with us because they’re intimidated to try their English. We’ve had a few brave souls venture to our American table, but not many. Tomorrow: Greece.


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05/30/12: Istanbul, Turkey

After waking up later than we anticipated, we packed up our stuff and checked out of the hotel before going over to the Topkapi Palace Museum (Topkapi Sarayi Müsei). On the way there, we stopped outside the Hagia Sophia (but decided not to go in) and a clothes shop (which we did go in). I found a pair of Turkish pants that I liked, but I could only get them down to 30 Turkish Lira from 55 (which was all my money), so we left the shop empty handed. We finally made it in to the Palace Museum after the shop detour and a little confusion regarding tickets.

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The Palace Museum

The parts we could see were very intricate and surprisingly intact. There were a couple of places where there was construction, so we walked through some plywood barriers. Then we stood in a very long line, but we didn’t know what it was for. As Gillian pointed out: if it was boring, there wouldn’t be such a long line! The line turned out to lead to the treasury rooms where a lot of historic treasures (like pendants and writing boxes and thrones) were on display. The security guard kept changing his voice to tell people to keep moving and he managed to be in two of the three treasure rooms. There was a beautiful balcony that overlooked the city and the water, so we struggled to get a spot for a family picture. Luckily, the man we asked to take our picture took it very seriously and managed to not get anyone else in the picture.

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A great photo of all of us!

After we left the palace, we tried to find Derviş again, but couldn’t. Instead, we found a place where a man sold his paintings and a nice tea shop that had a lot of cats. After tea, we tried to find the bazaar so we could get some Turkish tea and a bracelet with the Turkish good luck symbol. We found ourselves waylaid by (another) Turkish man with a carpet shop who told us we were going the wrong way. We weren’t going the wrong way, so we ended up walking a circle just to go past his carpet shop. As we were walking, trying to find the bazaar (still), we found a shop that sold almost every type of luck bracelets, so I got one there. Once done with that, we made our way back to the hotel to leave for the cruise ship. As we were re-packing, I realized I forgot my camera at the shop. Lea and I booked it back to the shop where, very luckily, my camera hadn’t moved. With that crisis averted, we said goodbye to the guy that worked across the way from our hotel before catching the tram to the port. We managed to get on the right tram, but it didn’t go all the way (which we didn’t realize until it turned around one stop before ours), so we had to get off and then on to another tram. Other than Gillian getting her backpack closed in a tram door, we didn’t have much trouble getting all our luggage on the tram. Once we got off (at the right stop), we ran into a very nice Turkish man who brought us straight where we needed to go. As we went, he didn’t take us past his shop (surprise!) and he gave us a slight tour on the way. We managed to get on the ship no problem and had a little bit of time to get unpacked before the mandatory safety meeting. Then we had very little time before dinner.

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Me in our room

At dinner, we sat with a French couple (Christiane and Jean-Marc) and an Israeli lady (Maizie). The French couple were very nice, though Jean-Marc didn’t speak much English. Maizie didn’t talk much, but it was nice to sit with such a variety of people. I’m not really sure what I had for dinner (soup, salad, fish, pastry) because the menu was in French. After dinner, we went out and sat on the couches in the lounge with Christiane and Jean-Marc and another American from Minnesota. Stephen (Steven?) is traveling with his mom and step-dad because he’s been in Albania with the Peace Corps for the last two and a bit years. He said he hadn’t been home yet, but his mom and step-dad met him in Albania before they traveled to Istanbul to get on the ship. We sat there and talked for the length of a drink before heading to bed.

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Gillian and I on the deck saying farewell to Istanbul!

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05/29/12: Istanbul, Turkey

We started our day off with the 4:30a morning prayer call before starting our day again at a more reasonable hour. At breakfast, we tried cherry juice and apple tea (cherry juice: yes; apple tea: no)before going to the Sultanahmet Camii Mosque. After standing in line (and taking pictures of and with some women in Singapore), we overheard a tour guide telling his group hat some president was visiting so the Mosque was closed to visitors until he was gone. After hearing it would be about an hour, we decided to go see an underground cister, the Yerebatan SarnIcI. Before we went to the cistern, we were trying to take pictures in front of the mosque when a Turkish man came over to help us.

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He gave us some really good history about the obelisks in a square outside the mosque before he (naturally) tried to sell us some rugs. I was scolded for talking to him (even though I wasn’t the only one!) before we set off towards the Yerebatan SarnIcI. We figured out the right direction to go and got a bit confused once we were near it. Luckily, a nice old Turkish man pointed us in the right direction (literally, he growled “Cistern is that way” and pointed as we wandered). The Yerebatan SarnIcI was really amazing. The whole place is underground and it has water under the bridges. The columns in the water and the interesting arches make the place beautiful.

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There were two medusa column bases, one with Medusa sideways and the other with her upside down.

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Scientists think it’s for a reason, they just don’t know what reason. There was also a wooden column called the tear drop column that’s supposed to have healing powers. The pattern on it is kept intact by people pushing their fingers into the damp wood.

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After we left the cistern, we went and sat down in a park to decide what to do next. The park faced the Hagia Spophia, so we took a couple touristy photos.

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We decided to go back and try to get into the Sultanahmet Camii again. As we were waiting in line, Gillian and I went and took more goofy tourist photos (including one involving the rock I found for my friend and one of Gillian jumping off some steps).

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This time, we were much more successful in getting into the mosque. The inside was so beautiful and intricate – and crowded! I was amazed at how many people were around, even during off-season!

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After we left the mosque, we tried to find a place to have some tea before heading to the big bazaar. We didn’t find the place we were looking for (Derviş), but we did try some Turkish tea. I liked it much better than the apple tea and the cups it came in were cool. After tea, we went to the bazaar and on our way we found Derviş, of course. In the bazaar, I managed to find something cool for my brother (who I hope still wears a medium) and a neat scarf for myself (which I haggled down from 40 Turkish Lira to 20). The bazaar had everything you could think of in a million different varieties and everyone is in your face trying to get you to buy their variety. Once we left the bazaar, we tried to get back onto the street we came in on for lunch. We did end up back on the street, but we weren’t in the same area, so after being harassed by the workers of the restaurants, we sat down at a place that didn’t harass us. We all ordered something with Dönar (except Gillian), which is meat that is carved off while it’s still cooking on a rotating skewer. I finally managed to (briefly) get Internet, so I let my parents know we made it and went back to my adventure.

After we left the restaurant, we walked back to our hotel where our “neighbor” tried to get us to eat at his restaurant (as usual). We all rested for a bit before Lea, Gillian, and I went off in search of a Turkish bath that accepted Visa. We didn’t really know what to expect, but we paid for the traditional wash and the oil massage and were told where to go. We got a little confused until a squat Turkish woman barked “upstairs” at us. Her harsh tone jolted us into action and we trooped upstairs and filed into the dressing room where we changed into the bikini bottoms and towels given to us. The squat woman came to get us and, clad in nothing but the disposable bottoms and our towels, we were handed off to different Turkish women who brought us into a big, steamy room. They took our towels off and lay them on the huge marble slab and gestured for us the lay down. We weren’t near each other, so the shock of having a stranger remove your towel was startling. I think Lea and Gillian were more uncomfortable than I was; I thought it was interesting more than awkward. We lay on our stomachs on our towels for a while before the Turkish women came back and scrubbed us down. The woman that bathed me didn’t speak much English, but when I sat up so she could rinse the suds off me, she said “Nice” and cupped my chin. Through a bit of pantomiming and some limited English, she managed to convey that my physique is nice, but my eyes and smile are better. After we had been washed and rinsed, Lea and I went in to the Jacuzzi and waited for Gillian. We couldn’t find her, so we went and waited with our red “Oil Massage” tokens for someone to come give us a massage. The massage was really nice and about halfway through, I heard Gillian come in, so at least we found her. Once the massage was done, Lea and I went out into the lobby to shower and wait for Gillian. Once back at the hotel, Gillian and I went to Starbucks so I could take my test before we went to meet gramma and Lea at our “neighbor’s” restaurant. I had Spaghetti Bolognaise, which was really good, and the atmosphere was great. There was a young Turkish man playing the guitar and the wait staff were very fun. We spent a long while in the restaurant (though we sat outside) laughing with the wait staff and petting the kittens. After dinner, Gillian and I walked down the main street looking for some necessities, returning to the hotel with our loot. After such a long day, we all went to bed.


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05/27/12: Second Flight

Every time I’m on a plane, I try to sit by the window. Luckily, the excuse “I get a little motion sick if I can’t look out and see the motion” usually works. No matter how many planes I’ve been on, no matter how many times I look out the window, I suspect I will never tire of it. I like to look out and see all the same things from a different perspective. This time, though, I’m flying from Chicago to Manchester. As I look out the window, I see nothing but blue with faint wisps of white. It’s terrifying to see nothing, so I glance back at the land line until it’s gone. Luckily, this is the trial run: we’ve made it over the lake. I sigh quietly in my head and glance up at the map on-screen. I’ve got one more longer lake to pass over before the real test comes: the ocean. I’ve flown across the country many times before, but I’ve never flown across an ocean. The thought is frightening and exhilarating at the same time. I have the feeling that this trip is going to be frightening and exhilarating the whole time; frightening because I don’t normally try new things, but I’m tired of staying in my box of safety with my sense of adventure kept cooped up and exhilarating because my sense of adventure is finally free. I’m not living in my books anymore, I’m living in my World. I’m going to experience new things and new places. After all, you only live once.

The map has been replaced by a movie. I miss the map. It’s 8:59p Chicago time. The sun set half a movie ago, but if I press my face really close to the glass, I can just barely see where the sun disappeared off to. I hope the map comes back, I’d like to see where we are.

A better movie is on now and I can write in the natural light from my window. Chicago time: 11:43p. After a brief nosebleed, I’m back to normal, but wishing I had a bottle of water. Midnight in Paris is playing now and I love this movie. I wish I could go back to the 1920s, too. I want to wear ‘20s dresses and meet the Fitzgerald’s. I can look down and see the clouds out of my window now. I don’t know how close we are and I don’t feel tired yet. I guess it’s only 10:50p in Colorado, but I’ve seen the sun set and now I’m watching it rise. I guess that’s what happens when you travel against the set and rise at over 800 m/h. I wonder what this sunrise looks like down on Earth. I bet the sky is awash with color and you feel surrounded and enveloped in the reds and oranges and pinks. I bet the clouds are beautiful, too. Midnight in Paris is a great choice for movies to play on an airplane, particularly one from the US to Europe; it’s a reminder that anything can happen in a new place, but you should always remember that someone there is as full of longing for another place, another age as you are.

As we fly over Ireland, it starts to sink in. “I’m going to live there” I think to myself. “Only for a semester. I doubt I’ll want to come back. I haven’t even gone and I already know I won’t want to leave.” It looks so different from where I’ve already been. Even from up here, it looks different. The lines aren’t as straight and they seem to have shadows. I can see the highway, that looks about the same. We’re near Manchester now. I can see the countryside and I think it’s finally setting in: Europe. I’m going to be in Europe. My life is a series of trips and this will be the biggest one yet.

I forgot to mention the man next to gramma and I. He’s from Leeds and was in Chicago for business. He’s a couple years younger than my dad, has a nine-year old daughter, and worked for a company in Statesville, NC until they aid they were going to transfer him to the US. He’s very nice and let me see his new Kindle. He even got napkins and was very helpful when my nose bled.

Unfortunately, the plane from Manchester to Istanbul was delayed by a few hours; fortunately, the man I sat next to was very nice and had traveled a lot. He told me about Istanbul and Ireland; he explained how time was standardized and why British Mean Time is used as 0. We finally took off very, very late and arrived in Istanbul very, very late. We then had to wait in a very, very long line to get our visas before waiting in a very, very long line to get our passports checked. After that, a quick trip to the hotel before a brief walk and food. We finally ended our long day with a couple of appetizers and a couple glasses of wine (yes, I tried some; no, I didn’t like it).


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05/26/12: Graduation

Whew. It’s been a long day. My cousin Gillian graduated from high school today. The ceremony took place up in Red Rocks Amphitheater, a really cool place up in the mountains that hosts a lot of concerts in the summer. It was the perfect weather for a graduation, too. The sun was shining, it had warmed up, and the mountains were beautiful. And let’s not forget the gorgeous red rock formations. The graduation ceremony was punctuated by three songs sung by graduating students and one by the chorus. The songs were a nice break from the speeches and the students were very talented. Overall, the ceremony lasted an hour and a half (which was still long enough for me to get sunburnt), which was pretty short for 200-something students receiving diploma cases, speeches, and musical acts. While I was sitting there, I was thinking about my other cousins and all of our graduations. In order (speculated years *, missed, attended): Tim HS (2007*), Tim Uni (2009*), me HS (2009), Carley HS (2010), Mikaela HS (2011), Gillian HS (2012), mom Uni (Dec 2012), me Uni (2013), Carley Uni (2014*), mikaela Uni (2015*), Deane HS (2015), Gillian Uni (2016*), Danny HS (2016), Deane Uni (2019*), Danny Uni (2020*). That’s over ten years worth of graduations if we get 4-year degrees and no one goes to graduate school (which I probably will at some point). None of this is pertinent to travel (unless I travel to the graduations), I just thought it was interesting.
Tomorrow we leave for Europe, which is extremely exciting. I don’t think it’s quite set in yet that I’m going tomorrow. Our first flight to Chicago was moved from 2p mountain time to 12:30p mountain time, so we have a longer layover in Chicago and we have to be at the airport earlier. So after we get to Chicago, we have a connection to Manchester, UK before flying to Istanbul, Turkey. Hopefully, things will go smoothly and our luggage will arrive when we do (knock on wood).


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05/24/12: Bolder Boulder Books

The last time I visited Denver (last summer), I was with my family (mom, dad, and little brother) so my uncle decided it would be neat to take us to the artsy shops in Boulder known as Pearl Street Mall. This time, my gramma, my cousin Gillian, her gramma, and I went to the Dushanbe Tea House up in Boulder. The Boulder Dushanbe Tea House was a gift from Boulder’s sister-city, Dushanbe, Tajikistan. The tea house was assembled by local Boulder constructions workers directed by Tajik artists. It opened in 1998 and has been in operation as a full-service restaurant ever since. After waiting for our table, we were seated at a Western table [as opposed to a Tajik-style table] next to one of the fourteen hand-carved columns that were carved in Tajikistan. We had already looked over the lunch menu while waiting for our table, so we were more interested in the tea menu. After trying the house Chai, everyone except me decided to get a glass of it. I decided to try one of their black teas (although I did drink quite a bit of the sample cup of Chai); after perusing their selection of black and flavored-black teas, I decided to get the Passionfruit Peach Black Tea to go with my Tajikistan Plov: “a traditional rice dish with carrots, onions, chickpeas, and spices with grilled beef, tomato-cucumber salad, dried fruit, and flatbread”. Both teas were delicious and the Plov was really good (I was splitting it with gramma, so the meat was a little over-done for my tastes). Nothing could beat the atmosphere, though. Even though we got there after 1p, the place was packed with people. There were some tables that got table cloths and vases of flowers (presumably for reservations) and some of those tables were quite large. The ornate ceiling and beautiful walls make me wish I had gotten more photos.  Next time: take photos like a tourist. After we left, I requested we go to the Boulder Bookstore on Pearl Street. Last time I was in Colorado, I didn’t get to go very deep into the store [although I did find a book that I had been looking for for 5 years or so]. This time, I explored all three floors and left with a guidebook to travel in Greece and a wish for more books. Although, I guess I always wish for more tea and more books.


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05/22/12: First Flight

With my face pressed against the glass as if I am a child on my first plane trip and not a 20-year old that has flown somewhere nearly every year of her life, I imagine the plane as a great bird. As it sharply angles to turn, I imagine the wings are piercing the sky and clouds as if they are the water and the Earth is the clouds. The Earth comes into sight again and I imagine it as a map and I its cartographer. I like to look at the houses and the farmlands and think of them as their own people, as if they are what is alive on this planet. Each house has its own personality, even the ones in the sprawling neighborhoods where each house looks about the same. The longer the driveway, the richer the house wants to seem; unless it’s a farmhouse, then they just want to fill the dirt on either side of their driveway with crops and life. I see a plume of steam and imagine it’s a train going up around a mountain (knowing full well it’s some sort of factory on the lake). We finally touch down and it’s as if the plane heaves a huge sigh of relief. It takes us where we need to go and I like to think it feels like it’s done a good job when we make it safely.