Friday, January 30, 2015

“Tschuss” to Germany and “Ciao” to Italy

Sorrento-classic
“Tschuss” to Germany and “Ciao” to Italy

The translation is goodbye to Germany, and hello Italy.  According to Google, "Ciao" can be used to say hello or goodbye in Italian (I feel kind of dumb for not knowing that).  I guess it’s Italian for ALOHA. 


Our travel day was choreographed as follows:  Fly from Bonn to Rome-take train from Rome airport to Rome Termini train station- take another train from Rome Termini station to Naples- take the local train from Naples to Sorrento, bit tiring but totally doable...
Local puppet show


We actually bought the train tickets for the first 2 legs of the journey at the airport's train ticket counter because the agent at customer information recommended it.  After buying the tickets the agent said, “RUN! the train is here."  So, ran we did; we validated our tickets in the little machine and pushed the train’s “open door” button about 5 times (it never opened) before we watched the train slowly pull away.  Darn it!  
We were on that “travelers emotional roller coaster ride" again.  We were happy to see that we could use this ticket for the next train, which was only 10 min later (Yippee!).  Then we noted that we would have only 5 min to catch our second train that had reserved seats (darn it).
Nice calm pony
View from Sorrento looking north
We weren’t the only stressed travelers.  A French couple on the train had bought the cheaper “local train” ticket, but mistakenly got on the faster, direct train.  The direct train to Rome is quite a bit more expensive than the local train.  When the conductor came by to check tickets, he made them pay the full price of the fast train.  The French guy got really mad, wanting to be credited for the tickets he had already purchased, arguing that a train agent told him to get on this train.  He probably just asked the wrong question “is this the train to the Rome train station,” mistakenly assuming that there would not be more than one train.   It got a little ugly, as they began to argue with each other in English.  Then the train conductor said, “I only speak Italian.”   The French guy started with some restrained insults in English.  The Italian conductor now had to ignore it, since he professed not knowing English. 




We arrive at Rome Termini station 2 minutes late, bolted off the train with our little backpacks, read the train departure board on the fly and ran up to the correct train  (Yippee we made it!).  We pressed the “open door” button 5 or so times (it never opened), before watching that train slowly pull away (again).  Darn it!  Now we were scrambling to figure out how we could change our tickets in time for the next train.  The line at the ticket counters was unbelievable…we’d definitely miss the next train. 
Happy us
Pink sunset cliffs


Miniature horse at our pension in Sorrento

Suddenly a total stranger who saw drew mulling over our tickets grabbed his arm and said something in Italian and gestured us to follow him to a ticket machine.  I was nervous about this, as the train stations in Rome are famous for pick pockets and such.  BUT, at this point it seemed worth trying.  The stranger electronically scanned the ticket, made a noise that showed disappointment, gestured “follow me,” and proceeded to weave through the crowds at the speed of light.  We followed as best we could, working hard to avoid the moving obstacles like rolling suitcases, small dogs and children entering our trajectory.  It was like being part of a “live” video game.  He took us right back to where the trains come in…to a small rolling kiosk.  Why hadn’t we noticed these?  He said something in Italian to the agent and disappeared into the crowd.  The agent asked in perfect English who that was and if we gave him money.  He also gave us a “verbal” hand slap for going with a stranger. “Only talk to train employees,” he warned.  Drew later read to look for these little known rolling ticket kiosks, to avoid the long lines at the normal ticket/customer service counters.  We still wonder “who was that masked man?” (for you Lone Ranger fans), and why did he decide to pick us out of the masses to help us.  Maybe he was working on building up his good karma.  At any rate, an hour later we were on our train (yippee!), and arrived in Naples.



We felt “home free.”  We managed to find the well, hidden local train line, and felt confident as we boarded “our” train, which came at the right time at the right track.  It was pretty rickety, and was loaded almost exclusively with teenagers.  Somewhere en route an agent in the train walked up to us “where are you going?”…we told him “Sorrento”…we got the sad, head shake.  He told us to get off at the next stop and jump on another train that was arriving any second.  Great!  Here we go again.  We jumped off, ran down stairs, through tunnel, up steps…and arrived in the nick of time to catch the correct train.  The whole day felt like a comedy of errors.   We both managed to keep our sense of humor, but let me tell you that bottle of wine we had for dinner felt really well earned!
guess!  (it's mozerella)
Happy 2015
Comfy kitty
The marble stones reflect moonlight

talk about narrow streets




I want to know this building's "story"


Sorrento's famous lemon goodies



What feast of color!


Sorrento dressed for the holidays





Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Dec 22-29th Christmas with Old Friends and Family reunion





Having a merry Christmas
1982 H.S. graduation - Diana looks exactly the same!
Dec 22-29th
Christmas with Old Friends and Family reunion
Germany…the first week with our “own wheels” since leaving the US in August.
Enjoying a snowy walk
A magical snowy walk in the woods
Tiny chapel, well cared for
The cost to rent a car from the airport in Luxembourg, where we landed was quite expensive.  Instead we opted to make our way to Trier (about 25 miles) using public transport and rent a car from there.  We’ve found that initiating a rental from a smaller town and returning to a large airport (Bonn-Cologne airport) is often a real bargain (150 Euros from Trier, returning to Bonn Airport vs. 450 from Luxembourg).  We spent Christmas with my wonderful friend Diana, whom I’ve known since middle school in WI.  Diana, Helmut, and their 3 kids live in a picturesque small town in the Eiffel, a hilly, volcanic, heavily forested region with rivers and lakes in abundance.  Diana did exactly what her mother told her not to do…fall in love with a German while on a Fulbright scholarship in Germany 25 years ago.  Of course, her mother did the same with an American several decades before.  Things have a way of coming full circle.  This has become kind of a “theme” in my life, and certainly a theme on this trip. We spent 5 days enjoying each others company, peeling vegetables, playing games, taking walks together; the house was full of happy people, with Diana’s family, niece, nephew, and brother in law, there were 10 of us all together.  Diana made it look easy, cooking us feast after feast, always with a smile on her face.  Events of the week included: cutting the tree in the forest, carrying it home with the tractor, Andrea and I decorating it together, attending midnight mass in a medieval monastery (lights low, incense permeating the air), singing carols around the Christmas tree by candlelight in English and German, daily walks in the fresh air and SNOW.  One afternoon Drew and I set out to explore and within minutes found ourselves at Murlenbach Castle, one of several places thought to be the possible birthplace of Charlemagne(c.742-814) Christian king of the Frankish Germanic tribes, that eventually conquered the pagan Saxon Germanic tribes.  He was made Holy Roman Emperor under Pope Leo III, and ruled from Aachen, Germany.  He has been called “the father of Europe.” (http://www.history.com/topics/charlemagne).

Andrea, Judith, Diana, and Michele
Cozy Christmas
On the 27th we said farewell to our friends, and headed to Kirf.  This was a trip I had been anticipating for 1.5 years.

Here is a little background information:

Several years earlier I decided to digitize 1500 of my dad’s old slides that he had stored in an old military trunk, to create a CD for him to enjoy.  I asked him to explain some of the slides…who were these people in Europe?  I knew nothing of the family history.  My great grandfather who left Germany in 1880 never returned, but kept in touch by mail.   In 1953 my dad was doing his army stint in Germany.  He decided to search for these distant family relatives, using an address on an old letter.  He showed his military ID to the people who opened the door.  They welcomed him with open arms, seeing he was a relative, gave him schnapps, and took him to a cemetery.  He couldn’t speak German and they could not speak English.  Unfortunately 60 years later, my dad didn’t remember names of people or specific places.  However, coincidentally, at about the same time a heretofore, unknown cousin from Texas, who had been deep into family genealogy, contacted the Milwaukee branch (our family), and shared some very interesting information.  He had created a virtual book of information with town names, old letters, and a genealogy chart dating back to the 1700’s. 

Feels like we are back in Wisconsin
snow is coming
Wow!  From green to white overnight
In the summer of 2013, while visiting Diana, we decided to go on a mission to see if we could find these blood relatives.  With Diana acting as translator and fearless “door knocker,” we made our way to the tiny village of Biebelhausen, where we stopped a postman.  He gave us a lead, pointing to a house 50 meters away.  Within 5 minutes we were talking to a “Jacoby”… my great great grandfather’s brother in law’s family.  He remembered as a boy going the “Düro” family house in the nearby village of Kirf with his mother.  He also knew a direct descendent and promised to give her (Martina) my e-mail address.  He then directed us to the “family house” location from memory in Kirf.  He told us we were lucky we came when we did, as he was moving to Luxembourg in a few months.
serene 
We drove to the even tinier village of Kirf, knocked on the door and were greeted by octogenarian, Edmund.  Diana explained who I was.  Boy was he surprised.  He thought the family name had completely died out.   He explained that his wife was a Düro, and the last male Düro, her brother, died in WWII just at the very end of the war.  He promised to pass my e-mail address on to his son Peter.  He lived in the “Düro” house that dated back to “1741.”  He pointed out the keystone with the date and carving of Bacchus god of wine, holding a cluster of grapes.  He said the family had always had vines and made their own wine.  This intrigued me…could the very un-German name (the name of a river, and famous wine region in Spain) be somehow connected to the Roman roots of the area (Nearby Trier is the oldest city in Germany, and was inhabited by the Romans over 2000yrs ago)?  Before the end of the evening, I was contacted by both “distant cousins!”  It was too late to meet with them, but I told them to do their homework, dig through old photos and papers, and I would be back in 2014 to meet them.
In the meantime I e-mailed them my dads old photos, and asked if they could identify any of the people in the photos.  Peter and I were both really surprised…the woman next to the tombstone in one of the photos was his mother!  Apparently Peter’s mom played tour guide to my dad when he was in Germany.

So…there we were Dec 27th  2014, driving to Kirf in deep anticipation.  We were going to complete the circle.  Peter invited us to dinner and to spend the night.  Peter’s, and Martina’s families, and 86yo Edmund, sharp as a tack and fit as a fiddle attended.  I scanned the photos and documents Martina brought, and asked lots of questions.  We determined that Peter, Martina and I are 3rd cousins.  It was a rich evening, and we were made to feel so at home.  Peter and his wife converted the old barn into a beautiful home, maintaining the old world charm, but creating a home that is really a work of art.  Unfortunately no ghosts visited me that night.  I slept like a rock. 
Our wonderful hosts
coming full circle...Kirf
The following day Peter and Edmund took us to Kirf’s church, and described to us how it “used to be”…after church all the men would go to the tavern.  It was the center of social life.  Now the tavern is gone, all these small towns are losing their shops, and services, and becoming more like suburbs of Luxembourg (which is too expensive for even most Luxembourgers to live). We went to the cemetary, and looked at local war monuments (scanning the names).  Edmund told us that prior to WWII the town of Kirf had a large Jewish population (I learned that Jews came to the area in the 1600’s).   Most left just prior to WWII as the writing was on the wall.  Peter’s Grandfather (mom’s dad) had been the town’s mayor before the war, and was forced to step down, as he, like most Rhinelanders, did not support the Nazi party.  They supported Catholic Center party.  Apparently it was only after Hitler abolished all other parties, that the Nazis got a hold over Rhineland, and I recently heard that Kirf never actually did vote Nazi (wonder if it’s true, and if so how it was avoided).  Peter and Edmund took us to several places related to WWII, including the abandoned remains of a “road” of concrete barriers, now covered in moss, put in place by slave labor to keep American tanks from crossing into Germany (I don’t know if it worked).  They took us to the site of a war monument near the border where a horrible winter battle was fought.  It was bitterly cold; we stood there shivering, imagining how those poor soldiers had to not only fight their enemies, but had to fight the weather to survive.  This region is on the “cider trail”, close to Remich(Lux) on the Moselle River, and is very picturesque area, popular for biking.  It is hard to imagine how this piece of heaven must have been transformed into a kind of “hell” during wartime.  Peter later took us on a tour of nearby Saarburg, a gorgeous little town on the Saar River, known for its Reisling wine.  We climbed to the top of the ruins of a 10th century castle for a view of the town, which dates back to the 1200’s.  Peter invited us back in the summer…so much more to see, do explore, you bet we’ll be back! 
Kirf church


Helmshen and Dianshen
















shelf fungi and moss 

yippee snow!





Saarburg



View from Peter's back window


I know there are fairies here!
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Peter and I in Saarburg
View from top of Castle- Saarburg


Ruins of 10 century castle- Saarburg
View from top of Castle- Saarburg



green and white
first snow after Christmas
Kirf
war monument in Kirf
map of Saar region
Saar River scenic route

Saturday, January 17, 2015

London (In detail...per mom's request)

London Dec 17-21

How we got around
It was our first venture into using one of the many European budget airlines, and seemed too good to be true...19 Euros Bilbao, Spain to London (Standsted). Drew made fun of me for buying a tape measure, as I was dead set on keeping my backpack small enough for the "guaranteed" carry on size.  As it happened, Easyjet wasn't very picky.
Drew and his alter-ego
We arrived at Stansted Airport, about an hour north of the city.  There is a train into Liverpool Station in central London.  There are also several bus companies that run convenient shuttles (much cheaper) to central London as well.  The Oyster Card is the way to go if you are going to need to get around in London.  It looks like a credit card.  You pay 5 pounds for it (which is refundable), and can either put money on it, which will be deducted when you scan the card as you go through the turnstiles, or buy the unlimited travel card for a week, which is a fixed rate.  You have to look at your zones of travel and do the math to figure out what makes most sense.  It's good on buses and the Underground.  

Where we stayed and what we did
We stayed in East Finchley with my friend Amanda, whom I met 22 years ago in Thailand on a hill tribe trek somewhere outside of Chiang Mai, and had not seen since.
She pulled out her old photos albums…there we were, a small group of young backpackers, visiting villages of the Karen, Shan, Yao, and Meo and getting around on foot, on hastily thrown together bamboo rafts, and elephants.  Of course, we look exactly the same.

deep "Underground"
We filled up the air mattresses and made ourselves comfortable on her living room floor. She could not have been more welcoming. It was fun to be there around the holidays when decorations and lights are up, and people are getting into the holiday spirit; we went to her choral performance, and a little holiday party with zippy conversation.  For a taste of “Downton Abbey,” we walked the Kensington Manner House moors and toured the house, enjoying both the art and the docent’s enthusiastic stories, which connected historical "dots" and brought the paintings of the monarchs to life for us.  We dined and drank at one of the most historic pubs in London, called "The Spaniards."  Apparently the original owner's son, Dick Turpin was a legendary "highwayman" in the 1700's (a TV show was based on him.)  
crammed subway...gets much worse than this
Drew and I put on the miles walking the sites along the Thames by both day and by night (when buildings and bridges are colorfully lit).  We visited the usual sites...Trafalgar Square, Pal Mal to Buckingham Palace with throngs of other tourist.  If it’s this busy in the winter it must be insanely busy in the summer.

Most of the British museums are free but surprisingly not the churches.
We were in “history nerd” mode, so decided on 2 museums, the Museum of London and the Imperial War Museum.  

What we learned at the London Museum
Kensington walk
The London Museum was an eye opener.  I knew London was part of the Roman Empire but didn't know the British Isles, and London to be such a melting pot historically.
The area now known as London was originally inhabited by Celtic tribes.  The Roman's succeeded in conquering the area in 43AD.  It was a booming Roman stomping ground for the next 150 years or so.  Christianity came in 312.  Roman London began to decline and faced increasing German/Saxon pirate activity and invasions.  It was slowly abandoned in the 400's and German farmers settled outside the city's Roman walls.

Modern skyline
The city itself was basically abandoned for 400 years until a Saxon king reestablished the city within the original Roman walls in about 800.  Then the Danes “duked” it out with the Germanic tribes.  Under Danish rule lots of Scandinavians moved into town.  Edward the Confessor (Anglo-Saxon) had control for a measly 2 decades.   William the Conqueror (Normans=the Vikings who settled in northern France) snatched the reins, opening the floodgates for the French in 1066.  London must have been a horrible stinky disease ridden place in the middle ages (which lasted from 400's-1500's).

hmmm.
The bubonic plague came from China, and hit England for the first time in the mid 1300's, decimating the population by about 50% (40,000 people died).  The plague struck on and off through about the 1600's in England.  The plague hit again in the mid 1600's killing 7000 a week till 100,000 of the population died off.

London Bridge
Henry the 8th basically spearheaded the religious reformation (more less for his own political reasons) in 1534 when the pope wouldn't grant him a divorce from Katherine of Aragon (His royal Spanish wife was none other than the daughter of Isabella and Ferdinand of Castile, funders of Columbus voyage).  He got pissed off, and basically destroyed the churches and abbeys; he took over the property that was owned by the church and sold it off, which happened to be 2/3 of London.

The "Great fire of London" happened in 1666, and destroyed a large portion of the city, dropping the population by something like 70% and taking 30 years to rebuild.  

classic nicht skyline
Trafalgar Square
The 1500's and 1600's were full of turmoil.  It was not a good time to be a Londoner.  What a mess: Disease, a disastrous fire, religious zealotry, (Puritanism), civil war between those who supported the monarchy and those who didn't...ultimately resulting in the end of sovereign rule of the monarchy. King Charles I, who thought he ruled by “divine right,” was executed in 1649.  Oliver Cromwell, who led the fight for a parliamentary system (end of the monarchy) was a controversial guy.  After he and his supporters got rid of the monarchy he basically stepped in and ruled like a dictator/monster from 1653 until he died in 1658.  In 1660 the parliament said “enough of this,” and VOTED to reinstate the monarchy and asked the son of the beheaded Charles I, (now 30 years old) Charles II (who had been living in exile for 10 years) to take the thrown.  Then just to make a show of it, they dug up Cromwell’s decayed body, and HUNG it. They left his head on a spike at Westminster Hall as a reminder.  Charles II known as the “merry monarch” was personally all for religious tolerance, but the milieu of the time was the opposite (particularly anti-catholic), and he had to make things work with parliament, so he didn’t always get his way.  He was first cousin with King Louis XIV of France (the extravagant "Sun King" supporter of the arts and builder of Versailles, and ardent catholic, who ruled 72years).  2 fun loving cousins who became kings at about the same time…I wonder what Grandma Medici would have had to say about their management styles.  Charles II had the same problem as so many of the nobility, handfuls of illegitimate kids, but no legitimate kids (heirs) with their queens.

A docent at Kensington house stated that that the lines of succession were anything but straight forward. She said that throughout Europe, inbreeding to keep wealth and power in the family, resulted in a higher mortality/lower conception rate of royal babies than in the general population, and hence lack of clear heirs meant they were always fighting over succession.  Genetic mutations like “the Hapsburg chin”, hemophilia, suppressed immune system, mental impairment, were other effects of inbreeding.

A laugh along the Thames
And what about Will and Kate you ask?  Turns out they are 11th cousins, and probably less related to each other than most other Britains are to each other. 


What we learned at the Imperial War museum
night alive with color
The Imperial War Museum just got a face-lift.  2014 is the hundredth year anniversary of WWI.  The recently opened WW1 exhibit was phenomenal. Personal items, letters, live footage, an interactive format, brought life to the exhibit and gave a real sense of what it must have been like to be in Europe at that time in history.  It gave emphasis to how devastating the war was to the people and the landscape.  I have always felt very deficient in my understanding of WW1.  There is a lot of controversy over how it started, but the straw that broke the camel’s back was the assassination in 1914 of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, and his wife Sofie, heir to the Austro-Hungarian by a Serbian.   Russia took sides with Serbia, Germany took sides with A-H; then France and Britain were thrown in the mix.  The aristocracy had been intermarrying since the middle ages, but it still seemed rather odd to me that 3 of the key players, monarchs in Russia, Britain, and Austro-Hungaria ( Nikky, Georgie, and Willie) were first cousins, all having Queen Victoria as their grandma (unfortunately she wasn't alive to put a stop to it).  The royal family, whom we now know as the “Windsor’s,” were actually the Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha, but changed their name in 1917 (to the name of one of their castles) because of anti-German sentiment.  
Wow, this is done by hand!
The US was only involved towards the very end of the war.  German submarines off the US coast, threatening to involve Mexico were apparently the straw that broke the camels back to getting the US to fight against Germany. The thing that struck me most was how impacted everyone's lives were in Europe.  Posters emphasized the need to reduce resources to be patriotic...mend your clothes rather than buy new ones, public education campaigns on food rationing (how much sugar, fat, meat to eat a day), fuel was of course very limited.  Men of fighting age were shamed into joining up via poster campaigns and sometimes by their neighbors.  The second thing that impacted me was how much of the war was fought in trenches in France, under horrible conditions; a very high price in terms of death and suffering was paid for a few yards of territory here and there. The German's violated a previous pact and used poison gas. Then the allies resorted to the same. The landscape, especially in France was a deforested, muddy wasteland of trenches and barbed wire...tree stumps on a moonscape.  In 1914, as with the preceding wars, British uniformed soldiers charged on horseback. But by 1918 technological advances, including using planes, and developing tanks, and grenade shooting guns gave the allies the edge. Though the war ended in an armistice, it was basically won by the English and their allies.  

Leaving London
We thought we had plenty of time…It would be a relaxing day to get from London to Trier Germany, where we would pick up the rental car at the train station…and drive to our friends house in the German countryside.

What a comedy of errors…banana peels thrown under our feet at every step.
Imperial War Museum
These were my incorrect assumptions when I booked the flight.  1.  England and Germany are in the same time zone, 2.  There would be a convenient train from the Luxembourg airport to Trier train station 3.  The rental car agency would be open late hours.

Better late than never, the night before, I learned that these assumptions were incorrect…Germany is an hour ahead, there is no train from the airport…but there was a direct bus, the last one of the day, and if we could catch that last bus direct to Trier, Germany we could get to the car rental company before it closed…probably.

After 5 days we thought we were London Underground experts and were not prepared for the unbelievable volume…we made our way to the first station where we could catch a train to Gatwick on the Central line; were so put off by the volume, we went to the next station…and it was better, but as soon as we were about to buy our train tickets to Gatwick, bedlam ensued when it was announced over the loudspeaker that all trains to the Gatwick Airport were cancelled for the “foreseeable future”…WHAT!!!!!  Christmas week, thousands of travelers, trying to get to Gatwick to catch flights.  We ran to check if we could catch a bus…talked to people about sharing a taxi…all futile solutions, since the rail and roads were gridlocked with holiday traffic.  Our only hope was that a train line would open up.  I intended to be right at the front of the line if it did.  The train employees were frantic and nobody knew what was going on.  While Drew tried to figure out an alternative flight, I eavesdropped on an employee on her radio and heard her get a message that line 16 opened up and a train was about to leave; she told a family to “RUN FOR IT!!!”  I must have been the only one to hear this, ran to the ticket counter (that had been roped off), and asked to buy a ticket…the guy sold me a ticket, “will I make it?” I eagerly asked, “I have no idea,” he said with complete lack of emotion.  I grabbed Drew and we RAN for it, jumping on the train seconds before it pulled away from the station.  It was about then that I asked those around us…Is this train going to Gatwick?  Yes!  We made our flight.
Classic British souvenirs

How can they sit on a horse and not smile?
Classic Fortnum's Christmas gift
What is Figgy pudding anyway?
2 for tea
Aslan!
London 
When we arrived at the Luxembourg Airport we had to get through customs, and were thrilled that for once, not being EU citizens put us in the shorter, faster moving line.  We got through, leaving us with only 3 minutes to catch the one and only direct bus to Trier.  We RAN to information, and were casually pointed in the direction of the bus stop outside.  We RAN outside to the bus stop.  There were 2 buses, neither was the correct one…I frantically snagged a guy in a yellow vest…”The bus to Trier!?”  He pointed to a bus that only just stopped long enough to pick up passengers who were there at the precise minute that it arrived…we MADE it.  I told the bus driver he was part of our "good karma."  Knowing he had no idea what I was talking about.  
  
40 min later we were in Trier.  Drew used his GPS on his phone to navigate us to the train station on foot, and with 15 minutes to spare, we picked up the rental car before the office closed.  Off to Salm to spend Christmas holidays with friends. 
What an adrenalin fueled travel day!  Not what we had anticipated
Peace in the sky