Thursday, February 19, 2009

CAMERA UPDATE



After many days of waiting anxiously, I think we're finally on the right track to see if anyone found my camera!

Severine, our program director here at the university, is from France and she's been gracious enough to call the phone number they gave me since they'll understand her better. The phone number doesn't work for some reason, so I figured I'd do a little research of my own. Yesterday I called the U.S. Embassy in Paris to see if they could be of any help. They gave me the phone number for the city Lost and Found who didn't have a camera in their database. The man I spoke with gave me the phone number to the Found Items Desk at the RER Main Station, but they only do inventory on Friday. Sev said she'd call them tomorrow and we should know whether or not someone found it!

I have my point-and-shoot digital camera with me, but I mistakenly left my charger in Waco. Thankfully, someone in our group has the same camera as I do and let me borrow his charger. That means I'll be able to capture the beauty of Prague, Vienna, and Budapest next week when we go for Carnival break!

Monday, February 16, 2009

An Unforgettable Weekend

Paris was absolutely amazing! Friday was our travel day and the weather was rainy, but Saturday and Sunday were gorgeous! We really got lucky with two sunny days.

Being there felt like a dream. Paris is one of those iconic cities that you hear about and see in pictures, but when I got there I had to keep pinching myself to remember that it was real. The city is beautiful and all the typical tourist attractions are just as impressive as you'd imagine!

There was, however, one catastrophe for the weekend. Yesterday we were on our way back to Paris from Versailles and Kaitlyn and I decided to sit on the lower level of the train to get some reading done for class, thinking it would be quieter. Rachel and Lexi went upstairs, but pretty soon the entire train was full and our plan of quiet reading failed. We were up early that morning to get to Versailles so we were justifiably exhausted and both of us dozed off while reading. We woke up just in time to see that we had arrived at our stop, frantically gathered our stuff, and hurried to make sure the other two girls knew to get off. It wasn't until we were on the metro to our hostel that I realized... I didn't have my camera. My beautiful Nikon D50 SLR camera. Gone.

I freaked out, we hopped off the metro line, and I ran to the nearest information counter at the subway station. I tried to communicate my dilemma to the lady behind the counter while hyperventilating all the while. She must have thought I was crazy because she looked at me with big eyes and shook her head like she didn't know what I was saying. Yes, I was speaking English, but even if I was fluent in French I'm not sure she would have understood me. The four of us sprinted back to the train station, where I again tried to explain to the woman how I left my camera on the train. Kaitlyn stepped in to take over since by this point I'm crying like a baby. I paced back and forth, trying to hide my tears from the crowd that has stopped to see what all the commotion is about. The woman at the ticket counter tried calling all the other other stations and no one had seen it, so after about an hour of waiting around she sent us on our way with a phone number to call on Monday (today). We also gave her all of our information and a description of the camera so they can contact me if anyone turns it in.

We've heard all about the phases of culture shock we will go through during our time abroad, and yesterday was the first time I really felt homesick or outwardly emotional - the hostility stage. Being away from home is hard when I'm feeling helpless and upset. I feel so ridiculously stupid for forgetting it and I keep wishing I could go back and be smarter about things. It's hard being back in Maastricht, thinking of my camera floating around Paris, wondering if the people at the trains are actually looking for it.

But God is really using this time to grow me! It's one of those humbling experiences, to remember that I can't put my faith or my trust in material possessions. More than I'm sad for the loss of my nice camera, I'm devastated to have lost more than 600 photos from our 3 days in Paris. A camera is replaceable, and while I'll forever have the memories of this weekend I'm still really bummed to know that I don't have those pictures.

I'm praying that someone had the heart to turn it in, and that our Maastricht Program Director who speaks French can help me correspond with the train station in Paris to try and find it. But when it's all said and done, I'm still here in Europe having the absolute time of my life, with or without my camera. I suppose I'll just have to become a better writer since I don't have any pictures to share. :)

More on Paris to come!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Cologne



We woke up to rain and fog on Saturday morning so we decided to catch an earlier train to Cologne from Berlin. There were a few other things we wanted to see in Berlin, but the weather was cold and miserable... the perfect day to travel! Once we got there at 5:30, we tried to figure out the subway system and failed at getting tickets from the ticket machine. We took a step back, watched as other people did it, and still couldn't figure it out. A German girl even stopped to ask us how it worked, which was reassuring to know it wasn't just foreigner-proof.

Our hostel was just as difficult to find as in Berlin, but the sun was just setting and there were plenty of people around to ask for directions. We must have walked up and down the same street five times before we finally found the one we were looking for. Kaitlyn laughed, thinking of God looking down on us saying "yes, keep going... NOOOOO, you almost had it!"

We stayed with the same hostel company as we did in Berlin (The Meininger), but this room was MUCH nicer than the last! The walls were painted fun colors, we had a lamp and a bedside table, desk with chair, a television, and the best part, our own bathroom! After freshening up, we went to explore the city and find a place to eat dinner. There were a ton of pubs and authentic German restaurants near our hostel, but they all looked pretty crowded since it was a Saturday. We decided on a trendy Italian restaurant called Demani, and it was delicious! I had cheese tortellini in a creamy alfredo sauce and Kaitlyn and Rachel both had lasagna. Dessert looked amazing but rather expensive, so we stopped at the grocery store and bought a tub of chocolate ice cream! Back at the hostel, we ate it as we watched German Idol and a Michael Jackson music video marathon, the only things we could understand on the German TV.

The next day we woke up, checked out of the hostel and hopped on the tramway towards the Rhine River. It was the weirdest thing; we didn't see anywhere to purchase a day pass and nobody checked for a ticket, so we felt so sneaky while riding. We only went a few stops though, and then walked along the river until we got to our destination... the Lindt Chocolate Factory and Museum! The museum opened at 11:00 a.m. and we got there at 10:30, so we had to wait around for a little bit. As students, we got in for 5 euros and even got free chocolate with our ticket! Then we paid 1 euro for the coat/bag check so we didn't have to haul our backpacks around. We got to see the famous Lindor truffles being made, got to eat many different samples, and saw a bunch of exhibits about chocolate, it's history and production. There was even a chocolate fountain, pumping 440 pounds of chocolate through it! One of the factory workers was passing out vanilla wafers dipped into the fountain... oh it was delicious!





When then walked around town in search of the Dom Cathedral and thought this might be it.


But no no, we were wrong. That church paled in comparison to the actual Dom Cathedral!! See how tiny we look?!



Construction of the Dom Cathedral was begun in the early 13th century and took over 600 years to complete! To this day it is the largest Gothic-style cathedral in Northern Europe, and was the tallest structure in the world until the Washington Monument was built. We're learning all about Gothic-style architecture in our Dutch Art History class, so seeing it in real life was so neat.

Before going inside the cathedral, we decided to climb to the top of the spire... all 509 steps of the winding staircase, carrying our backpacks! The view was certainly worth the climb!!






The inside of the church was stunning. We had just missed mass, but there were still candles everywhere. Rachel and I had fun pointing things out that we've learned about in class, like the beautiful altarpieces, the large windows, and pointed arches. We couldn't wait to tell our professor what we'd seen.




After seeing the cathedral, we literally walked down theses steps and into the train station - it was right next door! We were a little tired and anxious to get back to Maastricht, so we went ahead and hopped on the two-hour train ride home, but not before enjoying one last brat and pretzel!


All things considered, our first weekend adventure was a huge success and we all loved Germany! We're hoping to go back and see Munich and maybe Rothenberg or Bitberg (Jennica and Megan's old hometown) before our semester abroad is through.

Another week of class is completed, and tomorrow morning I'm headed to Paris with a bunch of girls from our group; what a perfect way to spend Valentine's Day! Happy birthday Sarah boo, I love you sister! And happy Valentine's Day Thomas! :)

Miss you all!
Au revoir!


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Berlin



Today was the perfect day to stay indoors and get stuff accomplished - after braving the elements on the way to and from class this morning! Now rain I don't mind so much, but when the temperature drops, the rain turns to sleet, and my umbrella flips inside-out five times, it is really not enjoyable. It snowed on and off for the rest of the day and we enjoyed watching it from the comfort of our warm dorm room.

Oh, Germany... where to begin?! Kaitlyn, Rachel and I left Maastricht on Thursday afternoon and made our first two connections beautifully. Our third stop was in a little German town called Herzogenrath which was in the middle of nowhere. We ended up missing our train, so we sat in this silent, practically uninhabited town for 2 hours. Ironically, Kaitlyn had just taken a video of us waiting for the first train and we were saying, "hopefully we won't hit any bumps in our travels this weekend." That was only the beginning...

We finally got on the train from Herzogenrath to Dusseldorf, grabbed a bite to eat at the station, and then caught our last train from there to Berlin. We met a nice German man, whose name we didn't catch but we lovingly refer to as "Hans our helper." When he found out we were American students studying in Europe, he got really excited and told us how much we'd love Berlin! He also translated the conductors announcements, which was especially helpful in explaining why at one point the train was inching along. As the conductor game on the PA, Hans started chuckling to himself and I asked him what was said. "Every day," he said, "it never fails." Apparently someone had thrown themselves in front of a train ahead of us, and we needed to slow down for things to get cleared up... yikes! That delayed us just a little more, and with those minor setbacks we finally made it to Berlin around 11:30 p.m.

The directions to our hostel seemed simple enough, but the bus driver let us off at the wrong stop. We were already feeling uneasy about being in a foreign country, late at night, just three girls, so when we realized how lost we were we all freaked out a little bit. Everything was closed, only a few people were walking around, and even if we wanted to go back to the train station until morning, the buses stopped running at midnight. After 45 minutes of walking for blocks, we finally found the Meininger Hostel, one of the hostels recommended by former Baylor students. We had booked a 3 person private room (instead of the typical dorm style) and were very pleased to find that the beds were incredibly comfortable. A down comforter was provided, we had a sink, closet, and full length mirror in our room, and the water closets (toilets) and showers were just down the hall. After an eventful evening, we had no trouble falling asleep.

The next morning, we woke up and ventured out to see the city! We had decided that we'd just buy a day pass for the bus and hop on and off at our leisure, but after about an hour we realized just how difficult that would be. We popped into a Starbucks and as I ordered my delicious White Cafe Mocha, Kaitlyn picked up a map of the city that advertised a FREE walking tour. That's right, I said free. The company is called Sandeman's New Europe and their philosophy is that everyone should have the same traveling experience, regardless of budget. The tour guides work on a tips-only basis, and our guide was amazing; her name was Lucy and she was from Australia. "I'm addicted to Berlin, and I'm hoping after this tour you will see why," she said. Her passion for the city was contagious, and she had so many stories to tell about the sights that we saw. Taking the tour was the best decision we made this weekend! We saw everything we wanted to see and more, plus we learned so much about the city and its history.

First we saw Brandenburg Gate in Pariser Platz, which is the gate Napoleon and Hitler walked through when they each took control of Berlin. Atop the gate sits a statue named Victoria, which was stolen by the French, put in the Louvre, and then stolen back by the Germans. In the square was also the U.S. and French Embassies as well as the Hotel Adlon where Michael Jackson dangled his baby from his balcony! On the other side of the Gate, Lucy pointed out bricks laid in the street to show where the Berlin Wall once stood. From that point on, we spent the remainder of the day in East Berlin, the part of Berlin that was once blocked off from the rest of the western world. To think that it has only been 20 years from the fall of the Berlin Wall just blows my mind. So much restoration has taken place, and you can really sense the unity of the people living there.


Next we went to a Holocaust Memorial which was really neat. The memorial itself is huge, causing you to really stop and observe. More than 6,400 stone slabs make up the monument, each of them standing at different heights. The designer wanted to leave it open for interpretation, but some speculate that it is a bar graph for anti-semitism. Walking among the maze of tall structures, I tried to imagine what life was like for victims of the Holocaust. Seeing this memorial was definitely moving.



Pressing onward, we stopped in a random "car park," or parking lot. Our guide told us that we were standing above where Hitler's military bunker once was. It was here that he and his mistress Eva Braun committed suicide, and afterwards the bunker was destroyed. It was neat to see on our tour, especially because there is not a plaque describing its location and not many people know about it. Germans did not want to draw attention to the location of such inhumane, evil plotting, so instead a parking lot was created. From there we came across a rundown part of town where much of the fighting took place during World War II and Hitler's regime. We saw one of the last buildings in Berlin with actual bullet holes and shrapnel pieces. Nearby we saw part of the Berlin Wall left standing, near the area called the "Death Strip." It was eerie being so close to it, reflecting on the reality of people's lives during that time. The wall literally went up overnight. Families were separated, and the saddest story we heard was of a mother living in East Berlin whose son was in the hospital in West Berlin. The night she left him to go home and sleep was the night the wall was built, and she went two and half years without seeing him.



The wall was pretty worn away from people taking pieces of it for mementos. The souvenir shops sell pieces of it, but Lucy warned that not all are genuine. Someone researched, took sale records from every shop in Berlin, calculated their average weight, and came to the conclusion that if all the pieces were real, then there would be 2.5 Berlin Walls!! Good thing I didn't make that investment. Instead, I captured it in photos.





We saw Checkpoint Charlie, which was the single crossing point at the wall for foreigners and U.S. troops. Around the area were countless posters of successful escape stories, spy information, and other pieces of the Berlin Wall. It was really neat to walk around the city and come across one of the pieces. Street art and graffiti is a big thing in Berlin, and many of the sections have been painted.




After a quick lunch break at Cafe Aroma, the clouds finally cleared and we had beautiful, blue skies for the remainder of our tour! Lucy took us by a famous chocolate shop called Fassbender & Rausch and then to Gendarmenmarkt Square which is the "most beautiful square in Berlin." I definitely agree!





Next we went to Bebelplatz, the square that sits on the Humboldt University Campus (where Albert Einstein studied!!). This square was the site of Hitler's book burning, where 20,000 different books were burned because they contained ideas or beliefs against the Nazi Party. In the ground, a plexiglass pane looks down on a memorial to the book burning - a stark white, enclosed room with white empty bookshelves on each wall. There is no way to get into the room, serving as a reminder that you can't go back and change history. What's done is done, and if we don't learn from the mistakes of the past, history will certainly repeat itself.

Beside the university is another memorial, this one to victims of "war and tyranny." Inside there was a statue of a mother holding her dying son, and underneath is buried the unidentified remains of a Holocaust victim, a Nazi soldier, and dirt from various concentration camps. I tell you, all these memorials were so significant and so impressive. Berlin's history is fascinating!


The last stop on our tour was to Museum Island where we sat on the steps of Berlin Cathedral and listened as Lucy told us the story of how Gunter Shabowski brought an end to the Cold War with a minor slip of the tongue. Her storytelling was so animated and really brought to life everything we had seen that day. Oh my goodness, we walked back to the bus after the tour, just so excited about the way our day had turned out!


The night ended with dinner at a cute German pub called the Berliner Biersalon where I had the BEST bratwurst of my entire life. We returned to our hostel after dinner, took time to journal about everything we had seen, and got to sleep early for another day of travel.



Cologne will just have to wait until tomorrow!

Still Loving It,
Amanda

Sunday, February 8, 2009

I think I'm going to love these train rides.


I'm back from Germany!

With the amount of traveling we'll do on the weekends, I am pretty much guaranteed a few hours for reading and journaling which is something I'm very excited about. On the train from Berlin to Cologne on Saturday, I took some time to journal everything I've been feeling over the past few weeks. I came to some really groundbreaking realizations about my life and my purpose, as cliche as that may sound. People aren't kidding when they say you'll change as a person just by being on this trip... I'm starting to feel God at work already.

On this specific leg of our journey, I was listening to "In You" by MercyMe on my iPod. I love when I can listen to a song I've heard a hundred times, and for some reason a certain lyric just pops out at me. The second verse starts with "it's no secret that we don't belong here, we're set apart by the grace of you." Hearing that made me think of how alienated and uncomfortable traveling can be.

I absolutely love seeing new places and experiencing new cultures, but there are undoubtedly times when I feel like I don't belong. Like the song says, we are "set apart" by the grace of God. As a student galavanting through Europe, what sets me apart from the crowd? Is it the massive backpack I carry, or the Nikon D50 hanging around my neck? Or is it my obvious American accent and my enthusiasm for finding the nearest Starbucks? When we met as a group before coming to Europe, Maxey gave us tips on how to blend in and not stand out as a tourist. Well, I'm finding it difficult to be something I'm not. Try as I may, there is no hiding my differences.

I have my moments where I think, "this is totally me, I could move here tomorrow," but I still start to miss everything about home. It's easy to feel awkward and uncomfortable. During this time abroad, this once in a lifetime opportunity, I'm getting to see the world. There are so many beautiful sights and fascinating cultures. But as amazing as this experience is, a little part of me anticipates returning to Texas.

So I got to thinking - how much more should I feel not of this world? The Bible tells us that this world is not our home and that we should live for the day when we finally meet Jesus face to face, but how many times do I read that and think, "but I love my life here!" I love my family and friends, Baylor, Austin, photography, dancing, music, movies, good food, shopping... so many things in the world have my heart.

What a beautiful reminder! This world is not my home! I live for the day of the ultimate homecoming, the day when Heaven is finally a reality. I want to stand out, I don't want to get lost in the monotony of life or the ways of this world. I can't get too comfortable, and this living-on-the-edge experience is definitely the chance to learn infinitely more about myself, my faith, and my God.


This weekend was amazing and I have so much to write about. I'll take on the task in the morning, for tonight this little traveler needs her sleep!


"I put my hope in you, I lay my life in the palm of your hand. I'm constantly drawn to you, Lord, in ways I cannot comprehend."
In You, by MercyMe


Wednesday, February 4, 2009

First Week of Class

It's easy to forget that while the majority of this trip is spent traveling and experiencing new cultures, we are also taking classes!

Monday was an easy day, which is what we all needed after our trip to London. Kaitlyn and I started the day off on the right foot... sleeping through breakfast. Oops! Contrary to what you may think given my track record, it was not due to my inability to wake up to an alarm! Our alarm clocks were still set on London time, so breakfast was over by the time we got out of bed. We both showered and spent the morning uploading pictures, journaling, and getting organized for our new academic endeavors.

Afternoon found us at the local shopping center, getting groceries for our mini-kitchen. Did I mention they DO have Dr. Pepper here?! Our newest staple in the pantry is Nutella. I haven't had it since elementary school when mom put it on my sandwiches and apple slices, but it's all the rage at the Guesthouse! We also indulged and bought nice comforters for our beds in the dorm. The linens provided were adequate enough, but after being spoiled in London with down comforters, we were desperate for a little something more. At the mall we also had our first Maastricht lunch on our own and struggled a bit with the menu. My eyes searched the page and looking for something that sounded remotely familiar, I chose the ham sandwich.

My only class on Mondays, Writing for Media Markets, is from 7-9 p.m. It is taught in a lecture hall in the Guesthouse by Maxey Parrish, the Baylor professor on the trip. He has been my academic advisor since I started at Baylor and it is so neat to now have the opportunity to learn from him! Starting in the journalism department, all you hear is how amazing this guy is. He is everyone's favorite! The class is going to be very enjoyable. It's basically an in-depth writing course in which we'll write memos, press releases, news articles, and feature stories.

Moving on... Tuesday I did make it to breakfast, and then had a few hours to devote to my epically long London entry. Class started at 11, which meant that we had to leave the Guesthouse at 10:30 to get there on time. It is an enjoyable walk, however, and by the time you get to the CES building you already feel accomplished!

The class, Modernism and Beyond, will count for my British Literature credit at Baylor and I think I'm really going to love it! I've always loved reading - just ask Mom. And it's a good thing, since we were given 8 books to read in a matter of 8 weeks. The professor's name is Karl and he's an adorable German man. "How odd, to think that I'm from Germany and I'm teaching American students at a Dutch university," he said in his introduction. He made me smile when he assigned our ten page paper and said, "I look forward to reading your analysis of this class and the given texts. It will truly be my reward." Wow. If only we were to think like that more often, how much more fulfilling learning would be! This guy is so passionate about European literature, and his genuine excitement makes me feel so willing to do my dead-level best. Already I'm learning important life lessons and I've only been to one week of classes!

Prof. Karl also told us that the CES building where our classes are held is actually an old convent and orphanage. The street it sits on, Bonnefantenstraat, means the street of the "well-behaved children." That's another thing I love about Maastricht. The city is so rich in history! Learning is so much more fun when you're surrounded by fascinating sights.

After class a few of us hit up Somethin' Good, a sandwich shop that past Baylor students have raved about. Jessie and Audrey, you were so right! Amaaaazing food! Walking back to the dorm, I paused and thought to myself, "this is absolutely perfect." And then I lost feeling in my hands from the cold. But it was worth it, as the chilly temperatures brought snow!

My class today was Dutch Art History and yet again, I think I'll love it! We're learning about Gothic architecture right now, and it makes me excited to go see Notre Dame and all the other beautiful cathedrals in France! The rest of the day was spent making plans for our weekend adventures, which is more exhausting than I ever thought!


Kaitlyn, Rachel and I are leaving Maastricht tomorrow (Thursday) afternoon to spend the weekend in Berlin and Cologne. I don't know what it is about traveling that makes me too excited to sleep, but I'm going to try and go to bed. Be back Sunday night!


As promised...

Our hotel, Harrington Hall in South Kensington

Ready to see Wicked!


In front of the Tower Bridge
Stonehenge

Rachel and me in front of Bath Abbey

Girls in front of Big Ben!

Buckingham Palace from St. James Park

Wellington Arch

We loved loved loved the undergrounds!

The wall at Abbey Road