The traveling adventures of two gay guys - going gray and not afraid to take on the world.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

July 30 - There's No Place Like Home

(John) Well, we made it. We got home last night at about 7:30pm local. Of course, my body felt like it was about 5am because I'm still on continental Europe time.

The final flight from Chicago to Seattle was like riding in a school bus. We were surrounded by screaming, crying, laughing, playing children. Usually, I have no problems with kids (a teacher shouldn't) but after 16 hours in trains, plains, and airports, the last thing I wanted was a grumpy 2 year old crying and kicking the back of my seat.

It feels good to be home in Seattle. The trip was beyond wonderful, and we will be heading off on new European travels in two or three years, but this long trip also reminded me to appreciate my home town, our house, and of course, our four legged children. Sharla took good care of our home. It felt terrific to walk into the house, be greeted by an excited dog and find everything in order.

Over the next few days I'm going to go back and add pictures to each of my postings. So, if you're interested in seeing the places and not just reading about them, you can go back through the postings and get a better idea of what we saw and did. Then, of course, there will be the multi part epic video. Those of you who have seen my home movies know what I'm talking about. For now, it's time to catch up on mail, bills, yardwork, groceries, and more.

The next trip is this coming December: our first cruise (Mexico). After that, the Canadian Rocky Mountains (summer 2006), and then probably Japan (December of 2006.)

Stay tuned!

Friday, July 29, 2005

July 29 - Almost Home

(Gene) Well, with maybe 4 hrs of sleep we are off on our way back home. It was very hot & muggy last evening. Therefore, we had all of our room windows opened. This helped somewhat. But, it also allowed all the noises from the street level to come into our room as well as the outside air.

As John has previously mentioned, Amsterdam is densly populated. Therefore , all the various city noises continue throughout the wee hours of the morning.

After an easy walk this morning to the Central train station and a quick train trip, we arrived at Schipol airport. It is huge. It is laid out well and we had no troubles maneuvering around.

There were lots of security stops. I liked them. We must have had at least 10 people check our boarding pass and passport before we got to our seat on an Airbus 320. Having the extra security stops did not seem to slow the process down. I did not feel any inconvenience with the entire procedure.

Once onboard, I noticed that the British Midlands plane was only about 70% full. Therefore, John and I moved so that we both had window seats with no other folks in either of our rows. I was very surprised that for a 45 minute flight we were served not only a beverage but a light breakfast too. It was pannini bread with an egg omlette inside. I had mushroom and egg. John had ham, cheese ang egg. It was just what I needed.

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We have made it to our gate at London's Heathrow airport. I thought Schipol was big! Heathrow is much bigger with 425,000 flights a year. It is quite a maze of terminals, passageways, etc. Luckily, it is very well marked. Even though it seemed to take a long time to move about the airport, my travel motto has always been "pack your patience." People traveling through Heathrow need to include 2 hours just for moving about and checking in. We were fortunate since we were not leaving the airport. If we had, that would have added more time as it would have required a trip through Customs and Immigration too. Now we sit and wait for our 777 to arrive. Then we are off to Chicago!!!
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I actually slept a bit on the plane. I have never been able to before. It was not a lot of time. But, I feel somewhat refreshed.

We were served lunch. I had a tastey chicken dish and John chose beef. I understand that before we land we will have a light snack. Overall, I have been very pleased of the food onboard American Airlines. I am sure I would have enjoyed Business Class even more. Oh well. Maybe on the next trip.

Seattle, here we come.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

July 29 - Homeward Bound

(John) For most of you, this message was posted while you were getting ready for bed on Thursday night. But, here in Amsterdam, it is 5:50 on Friday morning and we are headed to Schipol Airport. We have 16 hours of flying ahead of us. I'm not looking forward to it.

Thankfully, last night's dinner at Sing Singel Café was a wonderful way to end our travels. It was a tiny place with only 20 seats inside and out. The entire menu was written on chalkboard. I had the cheese fondue and Gene had short ribs. Yummmmm! And all that food came at a very reasonable price.

Now we are subject to airline food, cramped conditions, and long hours. Oh well, I'm willing to make the sacrifice for all the woderful memories, seven hours of video, 800 photos, and pages upon pages of journal writing. Bon voyage Europe!

July 28 - Gene's Final Word

(Gene) It has been 31 years since I was in Europe. This morning I was surprised at the expanded Anne Frank house exhibition. The museum has taken over at least 3 buildings. There is a new visitors center where you enter and exit, as well as the "main attraction". The use of technology with videos on flat screen monitors definitely has brought this 60 year old venue into the 21st century.

We ended the day and, alas, our 33 day trip in a very local restaurant. It was less than 1\4 block away and wonderful. John and I both have been wanting fondue during our trip and tonight he had it. I had spare ribs. It seems that they have become an Amsterdam specialty. It was a bit slow in the kitchen tonight so I had unlimited ribs. I managed to eat 15 of them. John helped out with 5. I would definitely go back there for another meal if we were in town longer. I give this place a 100% recommendation. It is called Sing Singel Café.

We have eaten many wonderful dinners while vacationing. This was one of my favorites and it was one of our least expensive meals too. When we travel we always go over our food budget.

While it is too early to say what we actaully spent on food, I would estimate that we are over budget. We could have kept more in budget. It's just that we always want to try that special dish or dessert. Actually, speaking of desert, I do not remember any time while traveling that I have partaken of the local desserts on such a regular basis.

John is finishing packing for our return back to Seattle. I told him tonight that while I do miss familiar and comfortable things at home, I could keep on going. I've enjoyed it that much.

In about 24 hours we will be back home. I do miss Amy, our Schnauzer. As I wrote early on, I wondered if I could find a Schnauzer to rent. I must admit that we never once saw a mini Schnauzer. I wish we had.

July 28 - Religion, Rembrandt, and Resistance

(John) We rose to the incessant clamoring of power tools. A home across the canal was undergoing renovation starting at 7am. Major European cities strike me as tremendously noisy. The rumble of trams, buzz of motorbikes, and in Amsterdam, the ding ding of bicycle bells fill the atmosphere with sound. I'm glad I have earplugs.

It rained again this morning, but soon the skies cleared and it warmed up. My mood picked up too. Apparently, northern Europe has about the same amount of summer sun as Seattle. It's just more humid here.

Gene and I both read the Diary of Anne Frank during this trip. Today, we actually saw her family's hiding place. Lines for this memorial site can be very long. We got there 20 minutes after the opening and more than 100 people were already in line (most we from a gigantic tour group of teenage girls.)

We learned that thousands of Jews in Holland went into hiding. And mass strikes were called by the Dutch to protest discrimination against and deportation of Jews. Of course, the Nazis and local Fascist party responded ruthlessly.

Very little about the the Frank's house and business offices has changed. All the furniture is gone, but the tour through the Secret Annex is still impressive and very familiar. Anne's original movie star pictures still decorate her bedroom walls. Speaking of originals, two of the original diaries are on display, opened to a date close to the current month and day.

Most touching of all is a video of Otto Frank at the very end of the exhibit. He recalls the time when he returned to Amsterdam and learned that both his daughters had died from typhus one month before their camp was liberated. Is was at that moment Miep, his assistant pulled a stack of Anne's diaries from her desk and said, "This is your daughter's legacy." At that moment, I felt a lump in my throat.

We took a tram to the Rijksmuseum next. Almost the entire facility is undergoing a renovation, but an exhibit of museum highlights is on display in one wing. Lots of Rembrandt, Vermeer, Borch, and Delftware. I have become a huge fan of Rembrandt during this trip.

After a café lunch and another tram ride, we wandered through what turned out to be one of my favorite museums of the entire trip - Museum of the Dutch Resistance. It was a fascinating and highly interactive series of displays, arranged chronologically, from 1930 to 1948. They used technology to augment documents and historical objects. We spent more time here than at the Rijksmuseum. Also, it wasn't nearly as crowded. We didn't object to the air conditioning either, since it had grown quit warm outside.

Now we are back in the hotel relaxing and packing for our departure at 6am tomorrow. A simple and early dinner is planned before final preparations and bedtime.

It's been a good day, a wonderful trip, and I'm looking forward to all the comforts and familiarity of home.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

July 27 - More From Holland

(John) We left for Haarlem after a wonderful breakfast, served by our American expatriate hotelier. She was one of the few to serve French press coffee to her guests - which is always delicious.

Haarlem is a small city just 15 minutes from Amsterdam by express train. The Dutch are not nearly so focused on timely departure as the Germans are.

We visited beautiful Haarlem on an incredibly dreary day. I was in a foul mood because of the weather combined with homesickness. It was raining steadily and the atmosphere was dark due to the low misty clouds. I even found it a bit chilly. This type of weather is depressing. It makes photography difficult, even under the shelter of an umbrella.

My mood makes me overly sensitive, which means I bicker with Gene. He lets go of those moods faster than I do, much to his credit. But he has remarked that he's homesick too. We miss our schnauzer and all the comforts of our home. Sharla has remarked that the weather in Seattle has only recently warmed up.

Hmmm, I've spent more time talking about the weather and home than Haarlem. I'll leave most of that to Gene. Generally, I'll just remark that I like Haarlem's slower pace and smaller population. It has all the important things like cafes, shops and historic churches, but without the massive crowds and traffic of Amsterdam.

I hope the weather is better tomorrow. It would be nice to end our trip on a high note.

(Gene) Haarlem is jam packed with charm. Everywhere you look is postcard perfect. As John mentioned, it was drizzly and dreary. Therefore, not too many photo memories of this beautiful place.

Since this was a partial day trip we only had a few things on the agenda. One was the Grote Kerk. It was beautiful and loaded with lots of interesting historical facts. As we strolled around the church we listened to the magnificent pipe organ. The same organ, I might mention, that 10year old Mozart himself played on during a recital for wealthy Haarlem patrons. Handel and Bach a well. Speaking of those patrons, they are buried all around the church and their bodies smelled as they decomposed. Supposedly, the term " stinking rich" was originated at this church.

We also visited the Grote Market (town square) this is where I do have video proof of John eating raw herring, a Holland tradition. I had a few bites myself and it was quite tasty.

We visited the town's historical museum. It was small yet very informative. I especially enjoyed a special exhibit on the German occupation of Haarlem during WWII. We watched a 10 minute inter-active film on the history of Haarlem. Did you know that 40 years before Gutenberg invented movable type that L.J. Coster (a Haarlem local) is credited with inventing modern printing when he carved the letter "A" out of a wood block.

We ended our formal schedule by visiting Teylers Museum. This is Holland's oldest museum (200+ yrs) and certainly the most eclectic. We viewed scientific apparati from the 19th century, Renaissance drawings, 15th century coinage, fine oil paintings, a lumenesence room with glowing rocks, pickled extinct fish, fossils, dinosaur bones and even an exhibit on volcanism.

As we left this town I again wished it had been nicer weather. It was just too pretty to have the weather dampen our trip. When I get home I will look for sunny photo's on the internet to complete my visual experience.

Tomorrow is our last full day in Europe.

July 26 - Beginning the Final Chapter

(John) We are snuggled into our own first class compartment, zipping west toward Amsterdam. I'm listening to classical music and writing on my PDA. Gene is working on a puzzle book with his shoes off. This seems an appropriate time to record some final thoughts about Germany and Berlin.

We are traveling along the old east/west rail corridor that the communists allowed western trains to use enroute to Berlin. Of course, this route has obviously been upgraded in the last decade. I'm told the East allowed the West to lease this rail corridor so they could have a regular influx of Western currency. Which sparks my first comment about the Deutsche Bahn, the German rail system: fantastic!

We need a national system like this in the States, or at least regionally in the Pacific Northwest. Thankfully, we have the beginnings due to the Amtrak Cascades which is actually owned by Washington state. The outstanding feature of German trains is the high level of reliability. The system operates with unbelievable precision.

I could use the same superlatives about the U Bahn and S Bahn systems that are the backbone of public transit in German cities. Those rail systems are supplemented by trams and buses. At major bus/tram stops, reader boards update riders about the arrival of the next vehicle, counting down the minutes. I love it. The US should look at Germany as a model for our future.

However, all is not roses in Deutschland. Berlin, more than any other city we saw, was dirty. There was a great deal of graffiti and garbage. Munich was not like that. Berlin's parks and boulevards are ill kept as well. There were no beautiful window boxes and flower baskets as in Munich or along the Rhine. Cigarette butts are everywhere - just like smokers. Weeds fill the parks.

The architecture in Berlin was also lacking significance. The fact that the entire city was leveled by the allies means almost no great buildings were left. Unfortunately, reconstruction took place during the isolation of the Cold War when shipping construction material through the communist East was no doubt expensive. Also, internationally, I believe the decades of the fifties, sixties, and seventies were an architectural wasteland. Therefore, Berlin (east and west) has only recently seen the revival of beautiful architecture.

Thankfully some beautiful old buildings were restored during reconstruction and many new ones are rising. It seems as though the entirety of East Berlin is under construction. At one point we counted no fewer than seventeen construction tower cranes within sight.

Most of the taller buildings are already located in the East - the ubiquitous communist apartment blocks, rows and rows of them, extend to the horizon. But, high-rise office towers were almost completely lacking. Large groupings of skyscrapers seem more a feature of the Americas and east Asia than Europe.

Regarding the people of Germany, I had heard they could tend toward arrogance. I didn't find this to be the case. In large cities people are, as throughout much of the world, more distant and reserved. Munich may be a partial exception to that rule.

In small towns especially the folks are very warm and inviting. In fact, I found that those Germans who lived abroad at some time in their lives were the friendliest. They would initiate conversation more readily.

In the conservative south, the folks impressed me with their discipline and productivity. I can't tell you how many times I saw adults, especially older ones, rushing about as though their lives depended an the quick and efficient completion of a task at hand. Many of the older ladies that assisted or waited on us were rather like a stern but loving mother. I expected finger wagging and reminders about good posture.

Finally, I must comment on the German landscape. The country is far flatter than I expected. Even the mountainous areas of Bavaria are really quite small in the area covered. Most of Bavaria is low rolling hills.

Parts of the central highland region were far more varied in topography. Deciduous forests covered steep hills and shadowed the river valleys. Pine forest was common as well, especially in the central highlands near Leipzig. The north central region strikes me as flat and featureless except for occasional small towns and cities, usually located along a slow moving river.

Overall, I've found a great deal of pleasure in our explorations of Germany. We are coming into Hannover now, I need a shot of coffee and Gene is anxious to write too. Auf wiedersene!

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The trip to Amsterdam went well, and it was very relaxing. This city of canals is very lovely, especially the view from our creaky old hotel. Most buildings are very old and they all lean in one direction or another.

Just a block away there are half-naked ladies occupying windows lit with the expected red lights. I guess that is the way of things in Amsterdam. A couple of them called out to us as we walked by on our way to dinner - talk about barking up the wrong tree!

During the late nineteenth century, Seattle was like this, an open and tolerant town. Yet I felt very safe on the street tonight. Holland is the most densly populated country in Europe, and I really belive that's true. There are people everywhere! On the way into Amsterdam it was one town after another, with occasional farming tracts and canals in between.

Tomorrw we have a day trip to Haarlem on the itinerary.

July 25 - The Recent Past

(John) Recent history was our focus during this, our last day in Berlin. Of course, as I mentioned yesterday, we slept in. Then we spent an hour having coffee at Starbucks. From there, we were off to Checkpoint Charlie and the Museum of the Berlin Wall.

I learned a great deal about the division of Germany, especially the June 17, 1953 uprising and general strike against the communist partition of Germany. Obviously, they failed in the face of tanks and rifles. After the protests were quashed, the East German government had the gaul to say the people had to work twice as hard now to earn back the trust of the party! Imagine that! And they called themselves the "German Democratic Republic!"

In the museum, there were many interesting displays about escapes from east to west via tunnels, cars, balloon, scuba diving, and even surfboards. The museum is a warren of jam packed rooms. Everything is in both German and English. It was packed with tourists.

From the wall museum we walked down the street to the Topography of Terror which tells the history of the Nazi SS. It's an outdoor museum running along the foundation of the former SS headquarters. To the south of the displays are several huge piles of rubble overgrown with weeds and bushes - all that remains of the SS building. To the north is one of the remaining sections of the Anti-fascist Protective Rampart (the East German name for the Berlin Wall). It's about 100 meters long and is protected behind a fence, preserving it from those that want to chisel off souvenirs.

Across the street is the last remaining major Nazi building, home of the Lutwaffa - now the remodeled office of the German Finance Ministry.

All that history made my tummy growl, so we tucked into a little sweet and sour chicken for lunch. An interesting observation: chicken is rarely on the menu in Germany. There's lots of pork and lamb - even
turkey, bur rarely chicken.

Our post lunch wanderings brought us to the new Jewish Museum. It's a large edifice, and the building demands nearly as much attention as the contents. The baroque entrance building is attached to a highly symbolic modern wing that houses permanent exhibitions. The interior is arranged in a confusing manner, but I think that's intentional. The architecture reflects the rising and falling tolerance of Judaism within German culture over the last 1000 years.

Finally, we celebrated the closing days of our trip at the Terrace Restaurant, located on the roof of the newly remodeled Reichstag (home of the Bundestag - the lower house of the German parliament).

Our dinner was expensive, lavish, and refined - very uppercrust. The service was excellent. I had lamb and Gene had veal. The nice thing about dining at the Reichstag restaurant is you get to bypass the huge queue of tourists.

The outstanding attraction of the Reichstag is the wonderful manner in which classical and modern architectural styles have been blended. The central glass dome is spectacular.

A fine dinner and a walk around the dome made a delightful combination. Sadly, we were unable to get a cab afterward. That forced us to ride a....bus! (shudder) with the huddled masses. It's okay - I took a shower afterward;)

We have only three days remaining and those are dedicated to Amsterdam. Our train leaves Berlin at 8:45.

(Gene) This day was full of must do sites. As John mentioned, we went to Check Point Charlie. I noticed everything around this site has tapped into the marketing bug. I saw Chat Point Charlie (internet access), Snack Point Charlie and of course we ate lunch at Asia Snack at Point Charlie.

Additionally, you could have your photo taken with a costumed Yankee soldier and/or a Russian border guard for 3 euro. I elected to leave these Disneyesque moments to the masses onboard the hoardes of tour buses.

It was amazing to stand in the same spots where recent historical events occured. I remember vividly when the Berlin wall was literarly beaten and pulled down. I was glued to the TV. To stand at those sites and see/touch the wall gave me a wonderful feeling. I have seen large wall sections in both Seattle as well as at the Nixon Library in Yorba Linda, CA. I could not thoroughly appreciate them until I saw them in Berlin.

East Berlin is rapidly being modernized and transformed into a modern city. It's almost been a generation since the wall came down. I am glad to see the Berliners are taking some steps to help preserve and document important cold war locations before they're all gone and modern high rises take their place.

Dinner at the Reichstag was fantastic. On the way to the roof-top café we entered a private security area. We were quickly processed through security because they already had our name - we made dinner reservations in advance. We then walked over to a waiting elevator. However, we were soon joined by the masses who waited for hours to tour the same glass dome. A little planning (having a dining reservation) paid off handsomely. We were at the top in under 5 minutes.

We dined in a glass enclosed terrace high above Berlin. A thunder storm pounded upon our fish bowl-like room. For only a moment I wondered about all the plebs standing in line to enter the building. Had they found shelter? It was a brief thought interupted by my chilled tomato soup, presented by our waiter, Peter.

This civilized dinner was a fine way to end our journey through Germany. John and I have made it a habit to enjoy "last night" in a fine restaurant. We spend the time reflecting on our journies, and begin discussing our next adventure. Finally, we thank God for the very blessed life we have.

Monday, July 25, 2005

July 24 - Exhaustion

John) Today may have been the most tiring of the entire trip. I feel as if we've walked the greatest distance - equivalent to about twelve subway stops!

We saw a huge number of historical and cultural sites: the Kaiser Wilhelm Church, Europa Center, Sony Center, Pergommon Museum (Middle East Antiquities), the Berliner Dom (Lutheran), St. Hedwig Cathedral (Roman Catholic), Unter den Linden Street with many embassies, Alexander Platz, Potsdammer Platz, Brandenberg Gate, Parisian Platz, Bebelplatz and Humboldt University, the new Holocaust Memorial Park, the Palace of the Republic (East Berlin Congress Hall) and the Fernsehturm (Observation tower). Much of what we saw was in the former East Berlin.

Unfortunately, we didn't attend church. We were there on time, but they no longer offer a 9am service. Rather than wait for the next, we chose to move on.

Today, it was especially fascinating to see communist architecture as we walked through town, including the ugly, run down, and boarded up congress hall for East Germany. It's difficult to believe evil men like Eric Hoenecker worked there. Berlin has changed dramatically since reunification.

We ended the day with sushi and tempura near our hotel. I am exhausted and, frankly, chafed. Gene's blisters are starting to have babies. Tomorrow we sleep in and we don't start hitting the museums until the afternoon.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

July 23 - Remnants of Communism

(Gene) We are on the train from München to Berlin. It will be a full 7 hours on the same train.

We have been traveling 1st class throughout the train system in Europe and I would definitely do it again. Since this is a popular trip we decided to reserve seats. For only 3? we have a seat that is guaranteed. Normally, you just grab a vacant or non-reserved location. Actually, I wanted to sit by the window for awhile. So, as I write I'm temporarily sitting in someone else's seat. I can see on the seat reservation that they do not get on the train until Lichtenfels. That is 2.5 hrs from now. So, for now, I will sit here.

(John) On the way to Berlin, I knew we'd be passing through the former East Germany. Not knowing exactly where the border was, I kept my eyes open for subtle signs in housing stock and public works.

Ultimately, it was not a very subtle difference. I soon saw a decrease in the quality of homes. In rural areas, some homes were no bigger than shacks. Many electrical poles were made from girders, and the safety barriers along roads changed in
style.

The big clue, however, was in larger towns like Jena and Leipzig. These cities had row after row of concrete apartments, all identical and about seven stories high. Many had recently been painted but still obviously not up to the same quality of apartments in Bavaria.

Finally, each train station along the way had an old abandoned section, and another that was obviously state of the art alongside. Parts of Leipzig looked as if they hadn't been touched since they were bombed more that sixty years ago. Occasionally, along the tracks I've seen an old abandoned Trabant car.

There are many signs of change in the east as well. Most of the cars are new, though still smaller than in the west. I've seen several new windmill power farms and lots of road projects too.

I can't imagine the billions of Euro that have been pumped into the economy of the east in the last fifteen years. What an enormous undertaking reintegration must be.

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We are established in Berlin now, just one subway stop from Kaiser Wilhelm church (the skeleton of which stands as a memorial to WWII). We went out for Italian food for dinner (carbonara for me, salmon and pasta for Gene). We are both tired of schnitzel and sausage and the like.

We also took a walk through KaDeWe, the humongous department store designed to display capitalist productivity inside East Germany. They were having a clearance sale and the place was packed. The weather here is quite dreary. Clouds darken the sky and drizzle is dampening my mood.

Tomorrow we will attend Lutheran services at Kaiser Wilhelm church. It seems an appropriate thing to do in the Protestant north of Deutschland.

July 22 - Royalty and Language Differences

(John) It was a long and tiring day. Most of our time was spent in the Munich Residence - home of the Duke and later King of Bavaria. This huge palace was built between the fifteenth and eighteenth centuries. The Wittelsbach family ruled Bavaria for nearly 700 years, one of the longest lived dynasties in European history.

Finally, in the late nineteenth century, the constitutional monarchy was phased out as the German kingdoms were united under the Prussian Kaiser.

The Munich palace is a sprawling complex of buildings and parks. To the west is the bishop's palace and cathedral, and to the east is the Bavarian Parliament. All of these buildings were virtually flattened during the war. So what we tourists see today is 75 percent reconstruction.

Large amounts of art and furniture were destroyed during the war. In many of the palace rooms, paintings, plasterwork, and frescoes were restored using photographs. However, not every square inch has been restored because money was lacking and records were incomplete. Still, I found it impressive. We toured about 90 rooms, most of which were extraordinarily beautiful. Tge were a lot of tapestries, gold leaf, mirrors, marble and gorgeous wood floors.

It took us almost five hours to tour the full palace. Therefore we did not continue on to the Deutsches Museum as previously planned. Instead we walked to the Chinese Temple in the Englischer Garden (Munich's Central Park) and we had a beer while sitting and relaxing under the trees of a beer garden.

Tonight we will eat dinner in our room, watch a Mel Brooks movie in German, and ready ourselves for tomorrow's seven hour train trip to Berlin.

(Gene) It was interesting watching Mel Brooks' movie "Space Balls" in German. Not all the words in the jokes translated very well. One of the jokes involves a bottle of jam and a radar dish. Their radar had been jammed. Well, in the German version their radar had been marlmaladed.

Anyway, today was quite wonderful. While we were at the Residence we also visited the "Treasury". The series of 10 rooms contained the Bavarian rulers most rare and priceless items. If you only go to one museum on the continent of Europe, make sure this is it. As a comparison it it is like the Crown Jewels in London and the Vatican Museums all in one. Also, the Residence has an enoumous display of reliquroies. The largest that I have ever seen in one location.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

July 21 - Tragedy

Today we went on a guided tour of Dachau Concentration Camp, located about 12 miles northwest of Munich. It's difficult to describe the impression it left on me. I certainly can say that I leaned a lot. Most importantly, I learned that concentration camps were evolving institutions. They changed as policies, politics, and military needs changed between 1933 and 1945. Generally, conditions deteriorated as war progressed. Disease was rampant and torture was a daily part of life.

Dachau was the first concentraton camp, and a model for all subsequent camps. It was in Dachau that the system of colored triangle badges was developed to identify categories of prisoners.

Dachau was one of the last camps to be liberated by American forces. And, as with other camps in Europe, Dachau had dozens of smaller satellite camps located within arms factories, constructions yards, and quarries.

Until nearly the end of the war, Dachau was used exclusively for men. It had a small prison too. Even members of the SS were imprisoned there - although they were treated much better than other inmates. All the information the guide gave us, and the diplays in the museum certainly should leave one in awe of the horror. We saw a documentary movie as well, and learned that small children are not allowed inside the camp because the displays can be so disturbing.

There were two types of camps: the intitial type in the 1930s was based on Dachau, a labor camp. The Nazi party used an empty WWI munitions factory as the foundation for the camp. The old buildings housed mostly German political, religious, criminal, and anti-social prisoners. Then ethnic prisoners and other nationalitites were moved in such as the Roma (Gypsies), Poles, Austrians, and Czechs. Jews passed through on the way to other camps.

Soon after the war began in 1939, a new type of camp evolved: the exterminatoin camp. Those were used primarily for Jews. Forced labor was also a part of those camps. But as the "final solution" evolved, extermination became the primary goal.

Dachau built a gas chamber facilty, but is was never used. No one is sure why, but they think supply shortages and the camp's overwhelmed crematoriums may be the reasons. Still the result in both types of camps was always the same -- death.

As I write this, I'm watching reports about a second bombing attempt in London. I believe there are links between these bombings and Dachau. Both were about religious hated, war and the killing of innocent civilians. Though the deaths recently are not on anything like the same scale, I do believe, like Germans in 1939, these bombings are being carried our by a group that feels powerless, is willing to die, and hates Jews and Christians. It's all very tragic and leaves me feeling disgusted with humanity.

July 20 - Bavarian Castles

(Gene) We are leaving Füssen later today. But, first it's time to stuff our things into a locker at the train station and head higher up into the mountains of Bavaria.

But, first I need to vent. I'd rather not make public judgements about other people or certainly not generalities about groups of people. But I have had a repeated problem and I think it´s the real thing. I am getting really tired of Japanese women pushing, shoving and generally being a pain in crowds. Okay, I feel better now!

I am very pleased that we reserved our tour times on the Internet prior to arriving at the ticket kiosk. We were the first group of the day before the massses, and I do mean masses, arrived. I would highly recommend this to anyone planning a trip to the castles.

We just left the area and I heard some folks at the ticket kiosk say, "Well, (we have tickets) now what do we do for the next four hours?"

John and I arrived early for two castle tours. Including time between the two sites, our total was 4.5 hours. I can´t imagine traveling all the way to these castles without knowing when, or even if you will get a tour.

We´re back at Füssen station now. This was our tightest train connection because our taxi got to the station two minutes before departure. We raced to the lockers in the train station, grabbed our bags and ran to the waiting train all in less than one minute. Seconds later, our train was on it´s way to Munich.

(John) I have some advice for those who visit Schlose Neuschwanstein: take a taxi! The busses are okay on the way from Füssen to the castles, but they only run about once an hour. And, on the way back to Füssen you're liable to find there are huge masses of people waiting along with you - far too many for one bus to hold.

Transportation aside, the castles really are very beautiful. Neuschwanstein isn't old, nor trimmed with gold. But it is highly unique, fanciful, and filled with beautiful handpainted wallpaper. The throne room and concert hall are especially beautiful. I was in awe of the king's carved bed.

Prior to our Neuschwanstein tour, we were guided through one of the summer homes used by King Ludwig's family when he was a boy: Hoehenschwangau. As castles go, it was really a very small and simple place. But it was very helpful for understanding the life of King Ludwig II.

Once we got into Munich, fatigue was starting to set in again. We managed to walk around Marien Platz and the Viktualin Market (like Pike Place Market). We even spent some time inside the Frauen Kirche. But our energy and patience were running low.

Even when I am tired, I'm capable of noticing cultural differences. I'm already noticing an accent here. Also, one can't help but notice that Munich and Bavaria are very Roman Catholic. The crucifix is everywhere. The greeting here is often Gross Gott ( great God) instead of Guten Tag. While visiting the Frauen Kirche, we noticed several people lined up for confession, something that would be very rare in the US.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

July 19 - Acting Like Bavarians

(Gene) Today is an exciting day of train trips. As John previously mentioned we journeyed to Nuremberg. That was three train trips from Rothenberg. We are now on our way to Fussen. It too is three train trips. This will be a total of six trains in one short day.

The DB is so well organized and the trains are always on time it is almost effortless moving around the country.

This afternoon we arrive in Fussen. It is the closest town to King Ludwig's Neuschwanstein. As we are going farther south into Germany and Bavaria I am feeling connected with my ancestors that called this area home.

(John) Today was our most complex day of train travel. And, I have found it very tiring. However, as Gene remarked, it was simple. Ten minutes between trains can sometimes seem a long wait because the trains are always on time and connections are right across the platform. Not only did we transfer between Deutsche Bahn trains, but in Nuremberg we also rode a tram to get to the Nazi Documentation Center.

So here I am in our Fussen hotel while Gene is out wandering the pedestrian center of towns. I'll go out when it's time for dinner. This hotel room is very large and exceedingly comfortable. I'm happy to just spend a little time relaxing, reading, writing, and watching TV.

I think travel fatigue is starting to set in. We've been on the road for three weeks and I've been through four countries and three languages (one more coming up). In the future I may want us to limit trips like this to three weeks and only a couple languages.

I'm starting to miss home - especially my sweet little Schnauzer.

July 18 - Going Cuckoo in Rothenburg

(John) Today, Gene went completely Cuckoo - as in clock. Yes, he bought a hand carved traditional Bavarian style cuckoo clock. Rothenburg is definitely a shopping town - with a heavy emphasis on art galleries, porcelain, cutlery, and baked goods. Yes Mom, I have surprises for you too - from the HUGE Christmas store. We also went to the Reichstadt (Imperial City) Museum and the Town Hall exhibit.

After an evening thunderstorm, we ambled along the top of the city ramparts. Gazing across the red tile rooftops, we listened to the echo of church bells marking the close of day. The street lanterns came to life as the sun set, and the laughter of diners served as counterpoint to the clang and tinkling of the kuchen staff. Experince has given us a glimpse into the thoughts of the 19th century artists and poets who made Rothenberg a part of the Grand Tour.
I must say I agree, Rothenberg must be seen to be appreciated.

Tomorrow, for the first time we will learn more about recent German history - the Nazi era. We will stop in Nuremberg on our way to the see the castles of Bavaria.

By the way - an interesting note: in Europe, beer and wine are served in glasses that have a line marking exactly how full they should be and the percentage of a liter you are purchasing.

(Gene) Rothenburg is known for a baked specialty called Schneeballen. I just had to try them. They look like a giant donut hole. Well, the similarity ends there. They are very, very dry and quite tasteless. But, I had to try them at least once.

As John mentioned, this is a shopping town and I was looking for quality items. Besides the cuckoo clock, I also bought a green felt Bavarian style hat.

Rothenberg has a giant Christmas store. It is so huge that it takes up both sides of the strasse. I have never seen so many Christmas decorations all at once. I knew the Germans were famous for their glass ornaments. What I did not know were all the wooden ornaments that are available too.

It's Montag (Monday) and that's when we typically have Mexican for dinner at home. John was out earlier tonight and found Pacifico Café. We just returned from dinner there. John had Fajitas de pollo and I had Burritos de pollo. The food was great. I had to remind myself that I was in Germany. It was humorous to read the German translation of the Mexican dishes. I especially enjoyed the Grrman to English translation of "flower tortillas".

July 17 - Beginning the Romantic Road

(John) We are on the milk-run train from Bacharach to Mainz, then transferred to Wurzburg.

I've noticed that Germans do love flowers. Every yard and window box is replete with geraniums, petunias, and lavender spilling over walls and tumbling from their containers. Also, the graveyards are finely manicured. Each grave is like a miniature garden with blooming plants, trimmed hedges, and polished stone.

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We just completed the Prince Bishop's Rezidenze in Wurzburg. It's a huge Rococo palace, including a private Baroque chapel that connects directly with the bishop's private chamber.

The entry stairs are covered by a huge fresco placing Europe and the bishop at the center of the universe, and recognizing three other continents simply as the habitat of fanciful animals and barbaric peoples.

Apparently, once upon a time, Barbarossa asked the bishop of Wurzburg to grant him a divorce. The bishop agreed, and when Barbarossa later became emperor he rewarded the bishop with the temporal title of prince, the power of an elector, along with the territory and wealth that accompanies the titles. Now we are off to Rothenburg.

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We got to Rothenburg with no problem. This picturesque town has managed (due to 300 years of poverty) to keep most of its five and six hundred year old buildings, and the entire fifteenth century wall with it's towers.

Though the old city was damaged near the end of WWII, an American colonel saved the city from further damage because his mother had once visited the city and loved it. Rothenburg's setting is unique, high on a bluff above the Tauber river. It's very beautiful. Of course, that also makes the place a huge tourist Mecca.

Dinner this evening was in The Golden Rose Biergarten. Gene had Jaegerschnitzel with home made noodles. I had Sauerbraten mit spaetzel. We must have done or said something nice, because the owner gave us a kirsch licquer "on the house". I didn't see anyone else get the same treat, but it's a mystery as to exactly why we were thus honored. It was a terrific way to end the meal. From there, we walked back up hill into the heart of town where we met up with the nightwatchman's tour, a rich history laden walk through Rothenburg during the middle ages.

(Gene) Before we left Bacharach this morning, John and I sat on the steps of a store that I had visted 31 years ago. I had purchased a hand made/painted stein at the Phil Jost store/factory. I remembered the experince vividly for all those years. So much that I asked them if they had moved. They told me the story that they had. They offered to take me to the site and see it as they still have stock just sitting around. John & I were short on time as we had a train to catch or I would have taken them up on their kind offer. They did share with me that tourism has slowed over the past decade, they could not keep the staff to run the factory and thus, had to down-size. Of course, I did have to buy a memory. I bought a German pewter mini water jug.

July 16 - On the Rhein

(John) We took the train from Cologne to Koblenz this morning. Then just a short taxi ride brought us to the Koeln Dusseldorfer Rhein River Cruise dock.

The first segment of our cruise was up stream to St. Goar. We took a break from the boat, debarked in St. Goar and left our luggage in the Hotel Hauser. We road the "Tschu Tschu" to the top of the gorge. Once we arrived at the fortress, we both were entranced by the magnificent ruins of the largest Rhein castle: Burg Rheinfels.

We walked along the ramparts, through an old dungeon, a slaughter house, courtyards, archer placements, and a small museum. I tried to imagine the siege battles from hundreds of years ago, before the castle was destroyed by the French in the late eighteenth century. The views up and down the Rhein were wunderbar!

Once our exploration of the castle ruins was complete, we had time for a snack on the balcony of a hotel that agreed to store our luggage for free. Then we returned to the river cruise dock and continued our voyage. We disembarked for the evening in Bacharach.

This medieval town immediately impressed us as a village steeped in fairy tales and Teutonic legends. When we checked into the Hotel Altkolnischer Hof, Gene and I were both thrilled to have a beautiful airy room that included a balcony overlooking the central square.

We used our guidebook to stroll along the ruins of the ancient town wall and the six still extant towers. The evening came to a close with a little schnitzel in the hotel restaurant, along with a glass of local Riesling wine, trocken (dry).

Sadly, while relaxing on the balcony just prior to bed, our neighbor began to smoke a cigar - driving us inside prematurely. It certainly is true to say that many more people here smoke, and they do it in every sort of public place. That's very different from Ireland and England - not to mention the US. Still, it was a wonderful and relaxing day. Tomorrow we ride the train to Wurzburg and the Prince Bishop's Residenze - ending the day later in Rothenburg ob der Tauber.

(Gene) It was a pretty relaxing day cruising south, up the Rhiene. The weather was warm. However, the boats were not crowded and therefore, we were always able to find shade when we wanted a bit cooler place to sit.

Once we arrived in Bacharach it seemed very empty for a Saturday. Actually, everywhere seems to have less visitors than I expected.

We ended the day as John has mentioned with a relaxing meal at the restaurant in our hotel. Sitting in the market square having Puttenschnitzel (turkey) was a wonderful way to end the day.

Friday, July 15, 2005

July 15 - Making a Change

(John) Here we sit in the Brussels Midi (South) train station - we are leaving town one day early. Frankly, Brussels has lost its charm. I knew there wasn't a lot for us to see here. The sites that we chose to put on our itinerary were all second tier attractions with one exception: Brugge.

We tried to see one of the sites two days ago (the Atomium) and it was closed for renovation. Brugge was wonderful, but Brussels has not been so great. It's been very hot (32C 90F), and of course, old hotels don't have air conditioning. Add to that the fact that we have found only one bank machine that accepts our ATM card, and it's been broken. So, short on cash, hot, and lacking interest we've decided to move on. We'll be arriving in Cologne early this evening, and we've chosen the stay at the Marriott Renaisance as a special air conditioned treat.

Overall, I've found the hotels in which we've stayed fall into two categories: very good and okay.

For the most part, the B&Bs in small towns and in Dublin were terrific. The rooms were of moderate size and beautifully decorated. The breakfasts have been wonderful and the service kind and always cheerful. The rooms, though lacking air conditioning, have been well ventilated.

However, things were different in London and Brussels. In those cities we've lodged in older hotels. They've all been clean and of decent decor, but the rooms were extremely small and poorly ventilated. One room in London did have a fan and that was helpful especially since the window was the size of a microwave.

As for the service in small hotels - it's been adequate - pleasant but not cheerful. It was as though our presence was tolerable but not embraced. We brought along Seattle postcards and coffee as thank you gifts. So far, we've left them only at the best B&Bs. The hospitality in all of Ireland and in Bath has been noteworthy.

So, this morning when we decided to move on to Cologne, we went to our old standby hotel nearby: the Marriott. They practically fell over backward to help us book in Cologne and clarify train info. In fact, their service was just like a B&B. So, now we will have a chance to see the Dom in Cologne - a significant site we lost from our original itinerary when we compacted the trip from 39 days to 32.

(Gene) Travel Light & Change our Travel

It has been so easy to manuever around since we packed light. Everything we have are in the 20lbs on our backs. I think I could have even gone lighter if I had not brought along my "Bite" sandals.

As for my feet, I should have brought a spare set. The blisters of course will be with me long after our return home. Every fews days we journey to a pharmacy to buy more moleskin.

Our current train ride to Cologne is extremely comfortable. I could not imagine it much better unless Amy was with us.

In Brussels we must have seen at least 40 dogs walking their owners. In fact, I saw 10 just at the train station awhile ago. I have yet to see a Schnauzer. Perhaps, now that we will be entering Deutchland soon, I might see one of her cousins.

July 14 - Medeival Brugge

(John) Today our destination was Brugge. We rode the train using our first class Eurail pass for the initial time. And I thank God I bought first class - second class was packed to the rafters with families, children and college students sitting all around the floor. No matter what Rick Steves says, I don't find that to be fun.

In Brugge, we saw Market square where I climbed more than 350 steps to the top of the belfry. When I came down, it was definetely time for some pomme frites with mayonaise. Then it was time for Burg Square and a tour of the town hall museum.

The gothic Church of Our Lady was a peaceful and art filled respite as we continued our walk around this medieval port city.

The end of our journey was at the Half Moon Brewery. We took a tour that showed both the modern and old fashioned process for making beer, followed by a sample of the same "nutritious" brew. Overall, it was a relaxing day, not too rushed.

(Gene) I agree with John on the first class train ticket. Let me add that first class is air conditioned, while some second class train cabins have only little windows to keep them cool.

I think John & I did great today with our journies. We even caught a local bus into town from the train station without getting lost.

Brugge is a charming town. We saw lots of chocolate, lace and waffle shops. Sometimes they sold all three. We didn't buy anything other than the frites that John mentioned. They were tasty to eat as we people watched.

As we walked about town we both noticed that we were only a handful of English speaking people. We heard many languages and of course some Brits too. They don't count though.

I should mention that ATMs were difficult to find. I did manage to find two. However, they did not accept our card. Oh well, we will continue the search back in Brussels!

July 13 - On To the Continent

(John) As I write this entry, Gene and I are aboard the Eurostar train. We're gliding toward the English Channel at about 186 mph as announced by our French conductor.

The beautiful countryside of south England is whizzing by the windows. The crops are mostly wheat and barley and many sheep too.

The ride is very smooth with an occasional swaying motion. We will be stopping in Ashford and Lille before continuing on to Brussels.

As we leave England and Ireland behind, it seems a good time to note some interesting differerences between here and home. Did you know there are virtually no above ground power poles in the UK? Everything is buried, even in the suburbs. However, just about every home has one or two TV antennas or a satellite dish on the roof.

The taps in the UK and Ireland are different from the US too - at least in bathrooms. Mixing faucets are rare. Separate hot and cold taps are the norm, even in new sinks and public facilities.

In a pub, one generally orders drinks and food at the bar and pay immediately. You walk away with your drinks, and food is brought to you later.

On the road in England, it surprised us that miles are still the standard for measuring distance and speed - not kilometers. Our guidebook had that part wrong. But the UK does read temperature in Celsius. However, The Irish have fully embraced the metric system in all areas, and of course the Euro is the monetary standard in Ireland.

While on the motorways, we both noticed that the British and Irish are excellent drivers, far surpassing Americans in skill and courtesy.

Most obvious is the fact that everyone stays in the slower lanes unless passing. Traffic in the slowest lane goes below the speed limit, the center lane travels at about the limit, and the passing lane traffic travels 10 - 15 mph faster. Those who enter the passing lane always make certain that they are rapidly passing other traffic, then the driver immediately moves back to the slower lane. No one passes at a leisurely pace. Thus, it seemed that most people were regularly changing lanes.

It might seem that would be dangerous, but I never once saw anyone be cut off, and we did drive on some very busy motorways. Those that didn't want to drive fast or change lanes to pass simply kept to the slowest lane.

I wish drivers in the western US would do the same. I have noticed some of this courteous behavior in the eastern US. If only it would spread to the Pacific states.

Well, we have entered the Chunnel now. It's completely black outside the coach. I've been asked to complete a marketing survey for Eurostar, so I think I will do that now.
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I'm back. The customer survey is complete and we are in France zipping through farmland. It was sunny on the English side, but here it is a little foggy. We've given up the gray slate roofs of south England for the red tile roofs of Brittany. No more sheep either, just cows. Bon voyage!

(Gene) Bon jour. We had a relaxing day, the best we could. It was 86F degrees or so. This made it pretty unbearable during our hop on hop off bus tour. Brussels is well known for it's food and we have eaten quite well and for the best prices of our trip so far.

It has been challenging for me to remember my four years of high school French. I think we are doing okay so far with the language differences. It is interesting as folks switch between Flemish and French almost in the same sentence.

Tomorrow we are off to see Brugges. I am anxious to see lace, chocolate and the Church of the Holy Blood. The church houses drops of Christ's blood brought to Brussels by a pilgrim.

Looking Back At the Halfway Point

We want to look back and mention some of our favorite places and events so far.

(John) Dublin, Kilkenny, and Kinsale rank at the top of my list. I haven't really mentioned much about these last two places. Kilkenny was an incredibly charming town - perhaps about 10,000 people.

Our hosts at Butler Court were wonderful, helpful, and welcoming. We could see Kilkenny Castle from the balcony outside our room. The interior of the castle was very beautiful, especially the family art gallery - a huge gothic hall complete with gargoyles, an impressive timber ceiling, about thirty feet high, and filled from top to bottom with paintings and tapestries.

In Kinsale, I enjoyed a special guided walk. It was called the Ghost Walk, but it wasn't scary. Most of the walk through the seaside village was one long comedy sketch wrapped around historical facts and legends. Some of the jokes were groaners, but the guys were so earnest, I couldn't resist their energy.

At one point during the evening, I became part of the show. I was "volunteered" to become a red headed girl, complete with a nasty looking wig. It was claimed that only a red headed girl (Named Shelia. She represented a lost love) could conjure an ancient seafaring ghost. Needless to say, I was set up for extreme silliness, and I did my best to get into the part - much to Gene's embarrassment.

(Gene) Waterford Retrospective

Waterford is one stop on our journey in which I wish we had spent more time. It wasn't because of the crystal factory - it was because of our lodging. We stayed in The Coach House, part of the historical Butlerstown Castle, five miles north of Waterford. The castle keep stands in
ruins dating back to the early sixteenth century.

The Coach House interior was completely rebuilt in the 1990's and transformed into a beautiful B&B. It was my favorite place to stay so far. The décor was formal yet comfortable. The breakfast was terrific and the owner extremely helpful. He even set up a laptop to help John with ferry schedules.

I enjoyed the casual atmosphere of the entire place, especially when John and I wandered through the ruins of the castle. This B&B is far from the normal tourist stop and I felt very fortunate to witness this rarely seen historic site. I felt special to be one of the few people to see and touch the fallen roof tiles, see and smell the vines as they climbed the walls, and watch the play of the light and shadow through the ancient empty windows. Even more, from our window we watched fireworks and hot air balloons (part of a large tall ships festival). I hope to travel back there when we return to Ireland.

As for the crystal factory, the tour was very educational about the process of blowing, marking, and cutting crystal. The cost of doing business in the booming Irish economy has required them to raise their prices. The next step they are considering is to take the manufacture of Waterford crystal off shore. I don't me an to sound bigoted, but I can't image buying Waterford Irish crystal made in Indonesia. We bought a fine piece of crystal to help us recall our wonderful but short stay in Waterford.

July 12 - The London Finale and Blisters Can Be Painful

(John) Today was a full and eventful day. As mentioned in the previous post, we did tour London Tower, and I spent 90 minutes in St. Paul's while Gene relaxed in a coffee shop on the plaza. I climbed nearly to the top of St. Paul's huge dome.

In the late afternoon, we spent about two hours in the British Museum. Our time was dedicated to the Egyptian, Greek, Roman, and Assyrian exhibits - definetely a place to which we will return. We only saw a quarter of the museum.

By 17:30, we were having a great conversation with an Aussie couple at the Victoria, a pub just two blocks from our hotel on the northeast edge of Hyde Park. Lamb stew and a beer made a tasty evening meal. Finally, we rushed off to see the British cast of Mama Mia. We very much enjoyed the performance, and later we spent some time looking at the bright lights of Picadilly Circus.

Our trip is half over now, and things should start to slow down. Tomorrow morning we we will make our way to Waterloo Station and climb aboard the Eurostar train that whisks passengers under several miles of the English channel. I'm looking forward to pomme frites with mayonaise and mussels in Brussels.



(Gene) I don't understand why, but I've developed a bad case of blisters over the last couple of weeks. Actually I've had them since the very first day of the trip;

I brought my my well broken in Ecco shoes and some Bite sandals. I've custom orthotics too - and still I have blisters on both feet. They're painful and they're slowing me down.

I wasn't going to write about such a personal thing, but they are having an impact on our trip and they're effecting my enjoyment of the journey.

I had talked to my podiatrist before the trip, so I don't know why taking his advice has not helped. I'll definetely be talking to him when I get back.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

July 11 - Back to London

(John) Well, we are back in London, and the car rental phase of our trip is complete. We had a Ford Focus in Ireland and a Renault Scenic in
the UK. I preferred the Ford, Gene liked the Renault. Driving was easy, though some roads proved to be very narrow - especially in Ireland. The truly negative side of car rental was the expense - four times the cost in the States.

My favorite tourist stop yesterday, as we made our way from Bath to London, was Blenheim Palace - home of the Duke of Marlborough. The money it took to build the place in 1709 was obscene!

The palace is so large that the current duke can't afford repairs and maintenance, so he charges for tours. The interior of the house and the art make it a world class museum - and the gardens too are shockingly grand and beautiful. Unfortunately, we only saw a small portion of the grounds before we had to drive south, return the car at Heathrow and ride the express train into Paddington Station.

We are in a new hotel which I prefer over our last London basecamp. Today we will see the Tower of London, St Paul's and the British Museum. Cheerio!

Monday, July 11, 2005

July 11 - Driving on the UK Side

(Gene) We turned in our last rental car for the trip. John drove and I was in charge of maps and directions. I found navigating to be frustrating. I had to juggle papers, reading glasses, and looking at the scenery. In the Cotswolds while on the was to Snowshill, we was surprised to come upon a lavender farm. It was beautiful! Some of the lavender was very dark, which surprised me. Stumbling upon that was wonderful because it was down such a narrow road, there were very few tourists there, certainly no bus tours - they weren't allowed down those narrow roads.

John was more frustrated with the Renault rental we had this time. He didn't like the way the seat was positioned and the manual transmission didn't seem easy for him to operate. I liked it though because it had air conditioning. It was a different kind of car because the key was a plastic card and it started with a button. I also like the classical music station we were able to listen to from Wales through Bath, the Costwolds, Oxford and all the way to London.

July 10 - All I Needed Was a Good Bath

(John) Things got back on schedule today. We had a relaxing day and saw several major sites in Bath. Of course, as I mentioned before, we attended Eucharist at Bath Abbey. That was followed by a crowded but fascinating walk through the Roman Baths of Aquae Sulis. It's a spectacular archeological site, filled with 2000 year old Roman ruins, and capped by an 18th century social club and spa.

Around lunchtime we had coffee and panini - using that time to check E-mail, post on our blog, and read the paper. A little down time helped me recover from yesterday's frustration.

Soon after lunch we had a personal tour of the Bath At Work Museum. This site was highly reccommended in the Rick Steves guidebook. I think it was well worth the 4 pounds admittance. Basically, it was a walk through a small scale Victorian factory, foundary, and bottling plant: Bowler & Sons. Our guide was a charming, ancient, and nearly blind pensioner who used to come into the Bowler shop when he was a boy.

Then we toured a Georgian townhouse and learned about the lifestyle of the gentry who would let houses in Bath for the prime social season.

We capped the day with a narrated bus tour of town on the upper deck, enjoying the view, the jibes and bon mots of the guide, and the sunny summer breezes of this beautiful city.

Now we are on our way to dinner at Brown's café, a kind of sophisticated pub with tables outside that look upon both the abbey and the river Avon. Tomorrow we tour the Cotswolds by car, perhaps a quick jaunt throgh Oxford, and then back into wounded London for two nights.

July 9- Tough Times

(John) Today was the worst day of the trip so far. It started the night before when Gene and I agreed to skip the 09:00 ferry, sleep in and instead take the 13:30 sailing. The ferry took us from Rosslare in Ireland to Fishguard in Whales - but it was two and one half hours late - and no warning. We only heard silence from the staff at Stena Lines. Needless to say, I was livid!

By the time we arrived in the small fishing town of Fishguard, all the stores had closed including our car rental agency. Even the last train had left town. Then, we tried to get cash from an ATM, but the card was rejected. By this point I wanted to sit down and cry. We didn't even have twenty pence for a phone call. All we had were Euros.

Finally, we walked into a gas station and the attendant was kind enough to let us use his phone. We called Europecar and the number rang through to a mobile phone. That man agreed to come in to the rental garage and check the car out for us(small town hospitality). We gave him a BIG tip! We got on the road to Bath now more than three hours behind schedule.

At 80 mph we raced down the M4 toward our destination (most people were going that speed), to a little seven room B&B in Bath. But the distance was longer than I anticipated, and we had to stop for dinner. We finally arrived at 22:30 - about four hours later than planned. Along the way we managed to grab a burger and call our hosts for the second time. They went out to a party but hid a key in a flower pot.

That kind of stress is enough to send me over the edge, especially when I am not getting information. In fact it did send me over the edge - just ask Gene. I will never ride Stena Lines again! I'm glad I'm going to church at the abbey today. I need to pray for peaceful acceptance of that which I cannot change.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Sadness, Tragedy, and Perseverance

(John) As the guide pointed up to the broken and deteriorating walls of Cashel fortress, she spoke of the many times these ancient walls protected the inhabitants inside from attack. But the walls also failed to provide protection on just as many occasions. As the guide spoke I thought of the people in London, where we soon will return.

The feelings of terror felt by the Irish when Vikings raided settlements, like Cashel, and murdered the inhabitants - those feelings must have been much like what the people of London felt today.

We heard the news about the London bombings just as we were leaving Kilkenny. We headed south on the N3 and remembered when we had been on the Picadelly line and rode through the King's Cross station just five days ago. Now we are only three days away from returning to London, and we will be visiting the British Museum near the Euston station, one of the sites of today's attacks.

I know our return will cause anxiety for some in my family. And I would be lying if I said I wasn't experiencing feelings of hesitation. But even stronger for me are feelings of anger and resolve.

No group is going to frighten me and make me overreact. No cell of angry hate filled men will cause me to run home, or change my plans. That is exactly what terrorists want.

I was tremendously happy on Wednesday when London was awarded the 2012 Olympic games. Those are the feelings I'll remember and carry with me. Not the feelings of anxiety and fear from today. I am here in Europe to learn, experience and enjoy. That has not changed, despite what seeds of fear that some seek to sow. I hope those seeds fall only on stony ground.

July 7 - Gardens & Manor Houses

(Gene) Today we left Dublin. We headed south-west with our destination being Kilkenny. But first, we made a side trip to Powerscourt. Some say this is the finest and largest remaining formal Victorian era gardens in Ireland.

We took a casual walk around the estate. John mentioned that he saw no irrigation system maintaining the beauty of the estate grounds. Wait. What's that falling from the sky? I think it's the irrigation system! On that note, it has rained every day that we have been in Ireland. It is to be expected. How else can it stay so green here. Being on an island does have advantages as the rains blow out as fast as they come in.

This night we are in Kilkenny. From the little I have seen, it would be nice to spend more than 18 hours or so here. Our lodging choice this evening is splendid. It is a small yet modern, comfortable room. Lot's of water pressure and a very large bathroom. We will start our morning tommorow with a visit to the Killkenny Castle (which is directly behind our hotel). Then we are off to the Rock of Cashel rising high over the Plain of Tipperary. Finally, we end our day in the port city of Kinsale. I am hopeful to find a small intimate restaurant to try the local catch of the day.

July 6 - B&Bs

(John) I want to say a few words about the last two B&B's we stayed in. The Anchor Inn - our home base in Dublin City, was a beautiful Georgian merchant's house just one block from the old Customs House, and four blocks from the Temple Bar - the dining and music center of Dublin. I loved the customary Irish breakfast as served by the proprietors. It included blood pudding, beans and toast, not to mention eggs, sausage and more. A perfect start for a long day of walking.

In Kilkenny we stayed only one night at Butler Court - a small inn with only eight rooms. Breakfast was of the simple continental variety, but it was the host and the room that were impressive. The marble, glass and tile bathroom was the finest we have stayed in so far. Wood floors and cabinetry only added to the feeling of relaxation and comfort. Finally, Yvonne, our human host, and Frisky, the family dog, were both immediately warm and welcoming - not to mention talkative. I wish we could have stayed one more night.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

July 6 - Ruined Monks

Today, we left Dublin. I was sad to depart. It's a wonderful city and there is so much more for us to explore. But time is pressing when you are covering five countries in one month.

We left Dublin and headed south to Glendalough (GLEN - da - lock). It is an ancient monestary about 40 kilometers south of the capital. We first saw Powerscourt, which Gene will tell you about later. But after viewing that estate, we drove through the Wicklow mountains and over the Sally Gap toward Gelendalough. On the way, we saw huge fields of peat being cut. We also were able to view the splendid Guinness Estate, nesteled in a damp valley high in the Wicklow mountains. Once we arrived at Glendalogh, I was surprised at how populous that immediate area is. It's obviously a major tourist destination. I was picturing a remote outpost, but I was very wrong.

Glendalough was started by St. Kevin in the 10th century. Many of the buildings that we toured date from the 11th - 12th centuries. They are constructed only from dry stone (no mortar). The ability to view and walk among thousand year old buildings is truly awesome. I was honored to walk the same ground as so many holy men. We saw the ruined cathedral, St. Kevin's church, and the ancient graveyard. Then a tour group of Texas teenagers showed up, and we beat a fast retreat. From there we headed to Kilkenny - a beautiful and ancient village in the heart of Ireland. I'll write more about that later.

July 5 - Trinity College, What An llumination It Was!!!


(Gene) What a wonderful place Trinity College is. We started the day with an informal yet very informational guided tour of the campus. We had as our tour guide a recent History major graduate as our guide. He was tall and thin. He was quite a witty young lad and was very infomative at the same time. I learned that the college receives every Ireland and Britain book and magazine ever creates. Thus far, they have over 4 million books and they grow more every year.
 
Of course, we did see the Book of Kells. Tremendous!!! The have an excellant pre-viewing exhibition that was very informative. It included other "pocket bibles" including the Book of Dimma. The only thing I would change would be how you actually view the Book of Kells. There needs to be a clear and systematic way of folks queing to see it. As it is now, it is the Darwaiian way of the survival of the fitest. Think a big sale and that you want the prized sale item. Pushing, shoving and out right direct rudeness.
 
Our day ended as usual with a wonderful dinner in the Temple Bar area. Tonight we went to Porter House and had Angus Burgers.
 
Tomorrow we are off to Powerscourt, Glendalough and finally onto Kilkenney for the night.

July 5 - Academia and Historia

(John) Today was a day full of walking, looking, and listening. The highlights that I will record are The Irish National Museum of History and Dublin Castle, the seat of British rule for hundreds of years.

The national museum covers two separate buildings. We only toured the History and Archeology building. It's located next to the Daile (the Irish parliament). It started as a wonderful trip through prehistoric Ireland and then worked it's way through time to the war for independence, culmenating in 1922 - the Irish free state and civil war. I loved every second and every artifact. Some of the prehistoric relics are shocking in their beauty. Gold and bronze artifacts are ubiquitous. Even the building in which the museum is housed is a historic and arctitectural wonder.

Dublin Castle was also a terrific adventure. It isn't really a castle. It's actually a Georgian building that surrounds a central courtyard. A thousand years ago, it was a traditional castle until it caught fire and was blown up to prevent the fire from expanding into the Norman old city. Later, when rebuilt as the home of British rule, it was constructed on the old foundations. Today, the buidling is used as the ceremonial home of the Irish President - the head of state. The Prime Minsister and Parliament work out of Leinster House - located just a few blocks away.

Our tour of Dublin Castle included all the best state rooms: the state dining room, throne room, and private apartments. We had a wonderful guide - a young man well versed in the history and decor of the building. We were even able to walk below the foundations of the current buildings and see the ancient wall of the original Viking castle and the city wall. 20 feet below ground, the old Poddle river continues to flow into the Liffey. It was a grand experience.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

I'm Late, I'm Late...

(John) Sorry, there have been no postings for the last couple days. I've found that Dublin is not advanced in terms of wireless service. But now we have fixed that by using an internet cafe. This issue is likely to continue as we drive south through the Irish countryside.

July 4 - Driving Ireland Crazy

If I can drive in Dublin, Ireland without problems, then I can do anything. Rental cars here are bloody expensive, but that's including extra insurance. We need a car to get around Ireland's countryside, but while we are in Dublin we want to see several sights located about 40 kilometers north of town. Later we will head to the south for a taste of small town Ireland.

Sadly, today we got off to a late start so we missed out on our final destination: castletown House. A Georgian mansion. We may try and make up for that loss be seeing Powerscourt on the way out of Dublin.

On the positive side, today we had a great time learning about the ancient history of this emerald isle. We headed north on a newly lengthened M1 motorway. Driving was a breeze, but I was certainly tense at first. The sun was out and my navigator (Gene) was well prepared.

The first stop was the Bru Na Boine visitor Center. Then it was just a short shuttle ride to Newgrange and later Knowth. These two monumental tombs are about 5000 years old (dating before the great pyramids of Giza).

Both sites were awe inspiring and I believe they've helped bring a new understanding to be about the depth of my Irish heritage. It sounds strange to say, but I feel very "at home" here.

We ended the night in an Irish pub, eating a boxty (stuffed potato pancake) and drinking a Guinness. HEAVEN!

July 3 - Moving On to Ireland

(Gene) Gatwick is an unusual, at least to me, airport. Once you have your boarding pass you then stand in a large open space and wait to see which gate your flight will be taking off from. Once you gate is announced you have only 15 minutes to get there.

Today I realized how frustrating the trip has been for me so far. What has frustrated me is that we have practically every detail of our holiday in John's PDA. This has caused me to feel like I have little control over knowing what we are doing and at what time. This may sound silly as we both agreed upon our itinerary before we left Seattle. So, to make me feel more relaxed, comfortable and in a wee bit more control, I have written down the next few day's schedule. This should help John too as I will not have to keep asking him schedule related items. I'm sure I must be driving him a little crazy.

Dinner tonight was terrific. We ate at The Shack. It is located in the heart of Temple Bar in Dublin. What an exciting area it is. I could come here everyday. I had corned beef (one of my favorites) . It was served in a white sauce. It was very good and the helping was generous too. I must admit I still love John's waY of cooking corned beef. His is the best in the world. One last note for the day: as we ate dinner we listened to recorded music. Tonight it was Bing Crosby. One song he sang stuck out among the rest - Deep in the Heart of Texas. It must be an Irish favorite!

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Pack Your Patience

(John) Travel can be very stressful. Upon checkout this morning, the hotel tried to charge me for a deluxe room. They had placed us in a larger room after the first night because, "we can't keep you in the same room for all four nights." Turns out they placed us in a deluxe room, and tried to charge me the higher rate. I protested and they changed the rate. There was no argument. I'm glad I checked the bill closely.

Then we went to the breakfast room and it was packed with the same French teens I spoke of in an earlier post. Of course, that meant we had to wait for another 15 minutes. Finally, we got to the train station and we wanted to lock up our bags while attending the Eucharist at St. Martin-in-the-Fields. That cost us a whopping 11 GBP (20 dollars)! Thankfully, everything went smoothly after, including the express train to the airport. I am currently sitting in the departure lounge at Gatwick waiting for our Ryan Air flight to Dublin.

All the problems I mentioned are small, but when traveling internationally for the first time, I'm learning that I'm more sensitive to stress because everything is new. I'm glad I did as much planning ahead as possible. Plus, I've been doing some breathing / relaxation exercises. That has helped too. The service at St. Martin's was calming as well - it reminded me of how good my life is, and a small dispute about a hotel bill is really meaningless in the larger scheme of things. Dublin, here we come!

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Tired Feet

(John) This has been our busiest day so far. We were up early and off to the London Eye by 8:30. Gene will tell you more about that.

Afterward, we had coffee and heard from home via E-mail -- all is well with our furry children. The underground was packed to the gills because of the Hyde Park Live 8 concert benefiting Africa relief. It seemed that all of the 250,000 concertgoers passed by the window of the café.

We next toured Oscar Wilde's London (near St. James palace). Specifically, we walked around Mayfair with an interpreter. He had an encyclopedic knowledge of the Irish playwright. It was a wonderful adventure back in time. We re-visioned Victorian London along Regent Street, Piccadilly, and St. James. We visited the sites of his original chemist (I bought a Victoria shaving kit as a souvenir), tobaccoist, and haberdasher. We also saw several of the private hotels in which he lived. It was a great way to spend Gay Pride Day in London. We also witnessed part of the London pride parade. Unfortunately, that event left something to be desired. For a large European capitol, London's Pride celebration is fairly small and unsophisticated. That was surprising to us both. Seattle's event is five times larger!

During the late afternoon, Gene and I visited Covent Garden and the adjacent London Transport Museum. We followed that with a tour of the National Gallery. Inside the halls of this venerable institution we were able to gaze upon works by Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Botticelli, Titian, Vermeer, Rembrandt, Van Dyck, Van Gogh, Monet, Rubens, Cezanne, Renoir, and Seurat. WOW! I almost passed out while I was in the Rembrandt room! Even after viewing the works of all those artists, the reality set in - we saw only a small fraction of the collection.

The day was so long and so tremendously overwhelming that we did not have the energy to go out for dinner. Instead we stopped by a nearby Sainsbury's and bought our dinner at that ubiquitous London supermarket chain.

(Gene) As John said, the day was a full one. Let me begin by mentioning the London Eye. First of all, should you want to ride this observation wheel, I recommend you make on-line reservations. We finally did, and it was a breeze. While others waited in long lines to buy tickets we were already done.

The 30 minute "flight" (sponsored by British Airways) takes you on a circular tour high above London. At the highest point each pod is 450' above ground enjoying a smooth air conditioned ride. I love to visit high towers wherever we travel. The Eye has become a new favorite.

While at Covent Gardens we had lunch at a wonderful outdoor restaurant (Piazza Cafe). We had their version of a club sandwich on a ciabatta bap (bun). We also saw many buskers (street performers). They seemed to keep the tourists happy. We didn't stay long though. We had other unique things to do.

I'm packing again tonight, as we leave for Dublin tomorrow. I look forward to returning to London. Wait... we will be back here in 7 days. Until then, cheerio!

Question Time

I have a couple questions:

Does it ever stop raining in London? It's been cloudy with passing showers ever since we arrived.

Are many American's killed here? I'm not thinking of murder, but because I must consciously beware of looking in the wrong direction when crossing the street. Those double decker buses stop for nothing!

Finally, MIND THE GAP!

War & Tea on Friday

(Gene) The day included many stops. John mentioned a few already. I will mention the War Rooms Museum and the Churchill Museum. I had read about the War Rooms beforehand. Actually seeing them was amazing. Churchill had bunkers built under the Treasury Building. It was fascinating to see the actual place (un-touched) from which the war was orchestrated. Also, the newest addition of the museum just opened on Feb. 10th of this year. It chronicles Churchill's life. It was excellent .

We also went to St. Martin's in the Field. We heard a string octet practicing for their concert later tonight. We listened to Elgar's Serenade for Strings. It would have been nice to go to the concert but, we were tired from the day's walking. We elected to attend high tea in the Crypt Cafe. We enjoyed scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam. We had chocolate fudge cake and madera bread with candied cherries. It was terribly civilized!

Finally, John and I made on-line reservations to go to the London Eye tomorrow. We have gone there two days in a row, but the lines are just too long to simply show up and expect to get on quickly. We will go there first thing on Saturday morning with 9:30am reservations.

Our day ended with supper at the Blue Jade Thai Restaurant. It was the best Thai food I have ever had. It's strange - I had to come to London for the best Thai food.

Friday, July 01, 2005

July 1 - In the Thick of Things

(John) The day started with a major disappointment. We were up early so that we could queue for The House of Commons on one of the few Friday sittings. But, once we arrived at St. Stephens gate, we were informed that the House had cancelled - neither was The House of Lords open. So, we moved onto our next activity: Westminster Abbey.

This historic church has been home to English coronations since the investiture of William the Conqueror in 1066. The church is lined with chapels named after saints - previously used for daily mass. Today, its post reformation style has each chapel filled with memorials to figures of national importance. 29 monarchs are burried there, including Elizabeth I, Mary Queen of Scots, and Edward the Confessor who comissioned the current church in 1065 on the site of a monastery.

Afterward, we enjoyed a pleasant picnic lunch in parliament square underscored by the roar of traffic, the ravings of a lunatic, and the midday tolling of Big Ben. Gene will post more about our day later.

Soggy But Fun

(John) It was a full and soggy day. The Original Bus Tour Company showed us around the cities of London and Westminster. The two of us usually sat on the open top of the double decker bus. Thus, by the end of the day I was damp - and yet slightly sunburned too! We also took a short cruise on the Thames.

Both tours were narrated by tour guides for which the traditional dry British wit came quite easily. I also did a short tour of the Tate Modern Art Museum, where works by Mondrian, Monet, Pollack, Warhol, Rondin, and Picasso were just a few of the highlights.

On the bus, we drove by many famous sites, most of which we plan on exploring in detail over the next couple of days. One interesting thing we learned is that while the PM works at 10 Downing, his residence is at number 11.

The highlight of the day for me was our visit to Shakespeare's reconstructed Globe Theatre. This landmark was 25 years in the making by, of all people, an American! - actor Sam Wannamaker. The building is a faithful reproduction of the original Elizabethan version (1599). In keeping with the era, no nails were used in the construction. Even the plaster walls were fashioned using animal hair, and the roof was properly thatched too. All timbers were cut by hand.

We toured the Globe with a wonderfully theatrical guide. Afterward, Gene and I both enjoyed an espresso across the street at (hold your breath) Starbucks while gazing at the Thames and St. Paul's Cathedral in the distance. I was thoroughly enthralled.

At the end of the day, the hotel had changed our room to the more exclusive Bower House wing. I was grateful because the main wing of the hotel was now filled to overflowing with a very rude group of French teenagers!

(Gene) It has been a great day. We started it off with a wonderful full English breakfast. I have never had such fresh eggs before. John said, the eggs are so fresh that he thinks there is a chicken laying eggs in the kitchen. The meal also included a very tasty sausage made by Musk's, the sausage of the royal household. It was very flavorful, yet not greasy.

As John mentioned, we had a full day on the bus tour. One interesting tale, as told by our tour narrator, explained the gentlemen's club, IOD. The Institute of Directors is a club for men that are Directors of successful businesses, etc. Well, it seems that they also have a club by-law that every Prime Minister is automatically a member. Well, this men only club had a big problem when the UK had it's first and only woman PM. To get around this rule they made PM Margaret Thatcher an honorary male.

Some other highlights of the day included: walking over the Thames River on the Millenium Bridge. Seeing the London Eye (the gigantic bicycle wheel).The lines seemed too long for us. Therefore, we decided to come back another day. We ended the day with supper at the Juggered Hare. This was a pub that John had read about. It was great and close by in our neighborhood. I had the Fisherman's pie. It was terrific. It included prawns, cod and haddock covered in a cheddar mashed potato crown. Yummy!