I got an award thingie!

versatilebloggerawardA little while back, I got a note from The Diary of Sugar And Spice that she was nominating me for the Versatile Blogger Award.  I’m not clear as to whether she’s Sugar or Spice.

The rules for dealing with this award, as noted here, involve the following:

  • Thank the person who gave you this award. (Thanks, Sugar and Spice!)
  • Include a link to their blog. (http://thediaryofsugarandspice.wordpress.com/)
  • Next, select 15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
  • Nominate those 15 bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award
  • Finally, tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

For those who I am about to pass the award on to,  please don’t feel obligated to do anything with it.  The award isn’t created by any official group, like a WordPress Advisory Board or anything.  It’s just one set of bloggers showing appreciation for the contributions of other bloggers.

However-  I don’t like chain letters or posts that say “pass this on or else.”   While I am following the rules of the award by listing fifteen bloggers below, my linking to you here doesn’t mean you’re required to do anything about it.

Moving on, then.  I’m passing this on to:

And lastly, the requisite 7 Things About Myself:

  1. I have never seen The Godfather.  Not part 1, part 2, or part 3.  I’ve never read the novel either.  For as much as I love movies, everyone just assumes that I’ve seen this at some point, I never have.
  2. I am immune to being earwormed by other people, but I earworm myself all the time.  
  3. I spent a chunk of the early 1990s in a Rocky Horror Picture Show shadow cast.  I was usually Brad, but I played Frank a few times.
  4. I only got my passport in 2006 because I wanted to see London.  My goals at the time did not include any other destinations.
  5. I carry ear plugs with me every day, and especially to all the concerts I go to because my hearing is already starting to show signs of wear and tear.  When I’m in a crowded restaurant or bar, I often can’t tell what people are saying to me because I have a difficult time parsing their words out of the background noise.
  6. Sometimes when I get going on a project or a blog post or something along those lines, I go into a sort of hyperfocus and lose all sense of time.  It’s not uncommon for me to lose hours writing a series of blog posts.  This is great for productivity, but bad for my health- when I am in this state, I forget to eat and I don’t notice the migraine forming until it’s far, far too late.
  7. I’m a chronic overpacker pretending to be someone who travels very light.  I can usually get myself down to a single bag, but that bag is stuffed to the gills.  On any given trip, I might have too many extra shirts, a flashlight, enough electronic gadgets to initiate a hostile takeover of RJR Nabisco from the road, and quite possibly a boat anchor. (Hey, you never know when you’ll need to stop in a hurry!)

Do you pack light or are you also prone to overpacking?

Will this post stirrup your emotions? Neigh!

March was, for me, an insane travel marathon. Four countries, eleven trains, five flights (two of them trans-atlantic), two long car rides, and numerous hotels-  all in a period between March 19 and April 5.   During that time, I realized something that I had never really given voice to before now-  travel for me is all about the food.

This realization came to me when we got back from the second trip to Zurich. Yes, I went twice.  In less than five days.  I didn’t mention that previously because the second trip was for work.   One of our colleagues from the Florida office came to Zurich, and she traveled back to Regensburg with us afterward so that she could see a little bit more of Europe while she was on this side of the Atlantic.  That Friday, while a small group of us were walking around the Altstadt, my personal tour-guiding spiel sounded a bit like this:  “This is one of the two Irish pubs in town.  Over here, right past $IMPORTANT LANDMARK, is a great Italian restaurant.    Here’s another giant church, and near it, one of my favorite places to have breakfast.”

I didn’t realize it until that moment, but my mental map of Regensburg is almost entirely comprised of food.

That wasn’t even the first food-related observation I had that weekend, either.  During the second trip to Zurich, we went out to a lunch with our customers at a super-fancy restaurant in what used to be a ship-building yard.  How fancy was the restaurant?  When we walked in, someone took our coats and put them on a hanger.  The hand towels in the bathroom were rolled fabric hand towels, not paper.    The menus were actually made of iron.  (Insert heavy metal joke here.)

During that meal, I ordered this:

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The steak in the center of this plate is wrapped in Serrano ham.  The stuff surrounding it is delicious baby onions and strawberries in a strawberry-pepper sauce.

The steak in the middle?  It’s Pferdefilet. A horse meat steak.  And it was delicious.

This isn’t the first time I’ve (knowingly) eaten horse meat.  The first time was at an Italian restaurant in Berlin last September, as a pizza topping.  But then, I’ve never been squeamish about unusual food, unless I can see it’s original form.  When I was in Hong Kong, I ate kangaroo meat, jellyfish, Thousand Year Egg, and fugu.  I didn’t get squicked out until the restaurant staff brought out a duck with the head and neck still attached.

The only thing I didn’t eat from the plate pictured above was the ham and the flower.  I don’t really like ham all that much, and I wasn’t interested in the flower even though it was edible.

It’s important to remember that while all of these foods might seem unusual to an American, they’re not all that strange to a local.  People have eaten horse-meat all over Europe for centuries.  There are even special butchers just for horse meat in some countries.   The other things I listed above from my Hong Kong trip?  None of them is unusual to the restaurants that serve them.  (The kangaroo meat was in an Australian restaurant, by the way- you don’t see too many kangaroos in China.)

What’s the most unusual food you’ve eaten?

Easter Weekend 2013, Part Four: The Rhine Falls

The Friday and Monday surrounding Easter weekend this year were public holidays in Bavaria.  Since I had a long weekend, I decided to do a whirlwind tour through Strasbourg France, Freiburg Germany, Zurich Switzerland, and the Rhine Falls near the Swiss-German border.  The last stop on my whirlwind weekend was at the Rhine Falls!

On Easter Monday, the first of April, I boarded this adorable little Regional Express train from Zurich’s main station to Schaffhausen, in Switzerland.  After a  40-45 minute train ride, another short bus took me from Schaffhausen over to Neuhausen am Rheinfall, to go check out the Rhine Falls, Europe’s largest waterfall.

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When I was planning the trip, I discovered a nice restaurant directly overlooking the Falls, Schlössli Wörth.  I made a reservation for lunch a few weeks in advance, and it’s a good thing I did, because the restaurant was completely booked when I arrived.  The restaurant is in this structure.  The docks are shared with tour boats that go directly up to the falls.

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All of the tables in the restaurant line the outer ring of the building, and have great views out toward the falls.  My table had a fantastic view.

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This is what I was looking at while I ate.  I couldn’t stop staring out the window.  I’m extremely happy that the sun came out for this part of my trip.

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My meal was amazingly good, also.  This is a fillet of perch with saffron-butter over risotto.    It was so good, I had a glass of wine.  I almost never drink wine.  This restaurant is a little pricey, but it was well worth it.

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After treating myself to a nice lunch, I got on with the business of being a tourist at the Falls.   From the shore, it looks very impressive.  There are several different tour boats that go on different paths near the Falls.

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I chose the yellow boats, which go to an outcropping of rock in the middle of the falls.  You can climb up a winding stair to get a higher vantage point, with the waterfall on either side of you.  The only way to get to this point is by boat.  Here’s the boat.

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In this photo, you can see one of the boats approaching the rock with the stairs.  This shot gives you a sense of the scale and size of the waterfalls, since you can see tiny people on both the boat and the rocks.

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“We’re headed right for the Falls!”

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When we reached the tiny boat ramp at the base of the rocky outcropping, I was hilariously amused to note that standing off to one side, waiting to get on the boat to return to shore, were a pair of Mormon missionaries.  The Mormons have been my constant companion as I tour all over Europe,  Their little plastic name badges (Elder Smith, Elder Cunningham) are a source of bemused comfort now.  But I digress.

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The stairs are actually quite narrow and the entire structure is much smaller than it looks.  It felt a little too crowded while I was there, and it was difficult to get good pictures from the stairs without other people in the frame.    That didn’t stop me from trying, though.

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Since I’ve been on the Maid Of The Mists at Niagara’s Horseshoe Falls, this seemed like a bit of a smaller waterfall to me. Still, it was damned impressive.  I like waterfalls as much as I like tall places and trains.  Now I need to see Victoria Falls.

What’s your favorite waterfall?

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Raising A Maypole

On the first of May last year, I wrote a little bit about May Day, and about Maibäume, or maypoles.  This year, I got to see the raising of a May Pole up close.  My partner-in-crime Jenny and her boyfriend were planning on going to a raising in nearby Peising and invited me along to hang out with the Village People.  (I mean the people who live in the village of Peising, not the band with the cowboy and the construction worker.  I would actually have enjoyed having a beer with them too.)    Since the day is a public holiday in Bavaria (no work!) I had nothing else planned, so I took them up on their offer.  I’m glad I did, because it was actually a lot of fun.

My shirt is the one German joke t-shirt I own.

First of all, a May Pole raising is often held with all the elements of a traditional Bavarian beer-fest.  There are beer garden styled tables and benches, lots of people in Tracht (lederhosen and dirndls), and even some live musical entertainment.

In Bavaria, accordions are cool.

This was also kind of a family event, and I have to just say-  kids in Tracht are incredibly damned cute.  These three pictures are proof of that.  Also, the little kid on the scooter is kind of an adorable badass with the sunglasses and the spiky hair.  He was my favorite Bavarian kid all day long.

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At two in the afternoon, it was time for the Maypole to be raised.  It had been stored a short distance from the place where it was to be raised, and there is a tradition where a group of people from the village guard their Maypole against theft by another village.  This involves drinking lots of beer and hanging out overnight around the pole.  If the people from the other village succeed in stealing the Maypole, it must be “bought” back for the princely sum of 50 Liters of beer and enough Bratwurst for all the members of the raiding party.  At least this is how it was explained to  me.  As you can see, however, it wouldn’t be terribly easy to steal another village’s Maypole:

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The process of raising the pole took around 45 minutes, but Robert says it can be done much faster if people really want to.  It starts with everyone lining the pole up with its metal base so that a primary spike can be put through it to anchor it in place.

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Next, they use smaller wood poles connected by barbed wire (seen below) to prop the pole up and to lift it in increments.  These tongs are in varying lengths, and the longest are nearly as long as the Maypole is tall.  The group would lever the pole up slightly, then move one or two of the sets of tongs further down the pole, then another lift.  This is repeated until the pole is completely vertical.  These next few photos show what I’m talking about.

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There’s a secondary type of pole, seen here, which is used to help guide the longer sets of tongs when they’re quite a large distance above the ground.  A “spotter” with one of these stands under the far end of the tongs to help steady them while they are being moved further down the Maypole.  This is probably a very good idea, because it’s very easy to lose control of the longest sets of tongs when you’re only gripping it from the furthest end.  As you can see, the tongs get very long.

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Once the Maypole is entirely vertical, metal plates are bolted across the open side to keep it from toppling over again.  A few pieces of wood are wedged into place to hold the pole steady.  Finally, a quick bit of spot-welding on the bolts keeps them from coming loose for the next few months.

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After all of this, Voila!  A lovely Maypole has been set up in the village of Peising.  The blue and white stripes are traditional; they’re the colors of the Bavarian flag.  Once the Maypole is fully raised, everyone settles back down for beer and bratwurst.  And, in my case, chocolate cake.

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Have you ever seen a Maypole raising?

An unrelated announcement.

ucfFamily is very important to me.  You wouldn’t know it just from reading my blog because I don’t talk much about them here, but my family is pretty close and I do my best to keep that going.  In corporate-speak, Family is one of my core values.

It is for this reason that  I am going to interrupt my usual blog goings-on to announce, with immense pride and tremendous happiness, that my niece is graduating tomorrow from the University of Central Florida*.   She earned a Bachelor of Science in “Education in Social Science Education”, with double minors in “English Language Arts Education” and “Hospitality and Tourism Management.”  I can’t even begin to fathom how those all go together, but my niece can because she’s one smart cookie.  I wish I could be there to see her graduate, but my team hasn’t finished with the teleportation prototype yet.  Congrats, Rebecca!

(And as long as I’m giving shout-outs to family, today is also the birthday of both my sister and my sister-in-law.  Happy birthday, y’all!)

Normal bloggy stuff will resume next week.  I still haven’t finished talking about my Easter weekend trip!

*UCF is also where I earned my degree, so I’m pretty pleased about that too.