Saturday, January 11, 2020

Merry Christmas Eve

24 Dec 2019

It was 6.5 hours to Abu Dhabi 


and then 5 hours to Kenya


Yay Nairobi! We landed around 2pm, got our visas and then took a car to Khweza Bed and Breakfast.



It's located in a non touristic area, so wandering around was great. We were the token foreigners. Everyone on the street was so friendly! One of two takeaways-- signs and ads are all in English and everyone speaks English. I was shocked. After speaking with some locals we learned that Swahili and English are both national languages and school children learn them both starting in their earliest years of school. We were told that we could safely wander to the roundabout to the right and to the corner market on the left. So we did. Although we couldn't cover a lot of distance we were able to spend a lot of time out. The locals were SO friendly. We came upon a 79 year old Indian man in a spice shop who had been to America multiple times and shared with us about his experiences in Iowa touring the John Deere tractor plant. We kept wandering and came across three young men selling shoes. We told them we didn't want to buy anything, so they moved on and just started chatting with us.



After we finished wandering in our allotted space, we went back to the B&B where Zede was. He offered to walk us to the market so we could get water which meant we had to go outside of our allotted space. While Nairobi is definitely built up, there are incredibly poor, slum areas, that are muddy and filled with trash. It's definitely a culture shock, especially when there are skyscrapers in the distance. I was glad to be able to drive by those areas on the way home from the airport, and walk through the very outskirts on our way to the market, but we knew we had to head back before dark.





Apparently Nairobi gets dangerous in the evenings, and tourists shouldn't be out and about alone, so, Mark and I opted to taxi to Carnivore, an all you can eat meat restaurant. It was festively decorated for Christmas and there was even a gospel choir singing. We got to try ostrich and crocodile, among some other more common meats, like turkey, chicken and pork, with more sides than any one human could ever eat. At one point during our meal we were invited to get up to dance and sing with the choir, so we joined in during a rendition of hakuna matata. We also tried dawa, a signature vodka drink muddled with honey, sugar, lemon and lime. Mmmm. Our taxi driver, Charles, waited for us during our meal which was so sweet, so we got him a dessert to enjoy with his family.








We got dropped off at our B&B (normally I'd allow a taxi to drop us across the street but there was a median and it was dark and we were on the left side, apparently the unsafe side, according to Zede, so I made him drive us straight to our door) Merry Christmas Eve to all and to all a good night.


Europe to Africa

23 Dec 2019

Up and out this morning for a free walking tour of the city. Our guide, Mike, spent two and a half hours teaching us about the evolution of Amsterdam. We started in the red light district in front of the "old church". It used to be a Catholic Church, but is now Protestant. Back in the day, when Amsterdam was a hub for sailors and merchants, the Catholic Church capitalized off of their infidelities. Surely men will be adulterous they reasoned, so better allow them to be adulterous with sex workers, rather than the pure dutch girls living in the city. The sailors and merchants were afraid of sinning in the eyes of God, so were absolved of their sins in exchange for a small dowry, courtesy of the Catholic Church. The church even went as far as to allow sailors to confess prior to commiting their sins 🤣 However, in the 1700s there was a Protestant revolution. In the middle of the night Protestant activists destroyed the saintly relics on the outside of the church and claimed it as their own. Catholics then had to worship in secret, which explains the hidden churches in apartment buildings in Amsterdam.





The church looked the other way, not only for prostitution but also for drugs. Many wealthy Catholic merchants went in and out of the city and brought with them marijuana. In the meantime, Chinese merchants came with opium. Chinese tea houses sprung up everywhere, which caused an opiod epidemic. The Dutch government decided to focus on rehabilitating opiod and heroine addicts as opposed to cracking down on marijuana usage. The opiod crisis was successfully addressed because clinics popped up with gradual release programs that helped people quit slowly as opposed to quitting cold turkey. To this day it's still considered the 'Dutch method' when governments address drug crises in this way. Although smoking weed at a coffee shop won't get you in trouble, growing or distributing weed is illegal. Hhhmmm... So how do the coffee shops get their weed? Good question. I guess the government learned a thing or two from the Catholic Church.


After learning all about drugs and their uses, we visited the gate to the city, which is the second oldest building in Amsterdam (it's also at the highest point in Amsterdam) On the gate is a crest of a doctor. Doctors felt the need to educate the people, so if a prisoner was executed his body was then used for public dissection. Dutch men and women could buy tickets to this exhibition and then watch before their eyes as organs were pulled out of the body, all in the name of science.



Next we walked to one of the three universities in Amsterdam. The current administrative building used to belong to the VOC, the first publicly traded company in Amsterdam. After traveling by ship to Indonesia, dutch sailors found pepper, and brought it back to Amsterdam. It was INCREDIBLY popular so the value of it soared so much so that at one point it was worth more than gold. However, sailing to Indonesia was dangerous, so merchants and sailors banded together to create the VOC. Everyone shared in the losses, but everyone also shared in the profits.


Our story then wound its way through a darker part of history. Before WWII wealthy merchants were invited to enter Amsterdam, which resulted in a quite sizeable immigration of Jews. The Jewish people were allowed to live and worship freely within Amsterdam, a luxury not afforded to them everywhere in Europe. However, when the Nazis invaded The Netherlands (it took them only 7 days to conquer) they asked the government to hand over he names and addresses of all of the Jewish inhabitants, so the government complied. Slowly Jewish people were removed from their homes and put into a ghetto encircled by barbed wire. From here, Jews were transferred to concentration camps. Not even one tenth of the Jewish population living in the Netherlands survived the war. However, those that did had nothing to come back to because their homes had been pillaged for firewood.


While it's so important to hear these stories, it's also incredibly depressing, but Mike knew just what to do. He offered us each a small stroopwaffel to enjoy on the way to our next destination, the Amstel River. Here he shared a common dutch phrase, God created the earth, but the Dutch created Amsterdam. It's a city that's below sea level that only exists because of barges and levees. Because of this building is incredibly difficult, but never fear, the Dutch have solved that problem as well. The buildings are long and narrow with tiny stairwells, therefore most homes are constructed with pulleys so that all big items are hoisted in and out.




Last but not least, we stopped near (not at because it was POURING) the Royal palace. The monarchy is strictly for show but nevertheless the citizens celebrate the king and queen by wearing orange on the King's birthday each year. As said by our your guide "the King's a bit socially awkward, while the queen is anything but" which proves that opposites really do attract.


After the tour Mark and I went to Westergas, which is a big community of industrial buildings that used to be the gas works, but have now been converted into shops, restaurants and event spaces. There was a lovely holiday market with seasonal foods as well as a vendor fair however because of the cold and rain Mark and I chose to eat inside at a small train cafe. We tried the famed pea mash soup and attempted to try the famous loaded fries, however I felt those would have been a bit more authentic had we gone to one of the many "fry" houses you see around the city.



After a leisurely lunch Mark and I made our way back to the hostel to grab our bags. We were airport bound. Nairobi here we come!


I AMsterdam

21 Dec 2019
And to begin our trip, we flew late Saturday night (got the exit row!) and arrived in Amsterdam around 2am.



22 Dec 2019
I had a leisurely breakfast in the cozy, well decorated bar/restaurant at my hostel. The table I chose was next to floor to ceiling glass windows overlooking the canal. I enjoyed a ham and cheese croissant with peppermint tea. I planned our itinerary for Amsterdam and once Mark woke up we got going.


We took a 30 minute walk through the cobblestoned streets and over multiple canals to get to Food Hallen, a famous food court in an old train service station. It did not disappoint. The place is hustling and bustling. There are tons of vendors all centered around one large bar with plenty of communal tables for everyone. Mark and I tried the sampler of bitterballen, which are basically deep fried dutch meatballs. We also sampled some cod bites because they smelled too delicious not to. We found a large table with an open spot for two near the back of the hall, so after enjoying our lunch (and me a foodhallen signature beer) we were tempted by the frozen yogurt stand that was in close proximity.


Twenty minutes later, with two full bellies, we walked to the bus. Buses here are insane. They have a large round service desk with an employee who'll sell you tickets right in the middle of the bus. Crazy! We went to De Goyer, the tallest windmill in Amsterdam. Boy was she beautiful. To top it off she overlooks a craft beer brewery. YAAAS! We did a tour and the most interesting bit I took away was that after they clean the mash out of the tanks they give it to the farmer who feeds it to his sheep who produces the milk that makes the cheese that the brewery then sells for snacks. Wicked right? Mark enjoyed the first beer ever brewed by brouwerij tij, and I tried the IJwit and an IPA with lychee. Of course we also had to try the cheese made from the mash eating sheep, however they sold out so we had to settle for cheese from non mash eating sheep. Boring.






Then we went to the canal to board a boat for the lover's festival of lights canal cruise. The ride took about an hour and a half and came with an audio guide. As we passed each light sculpture, we learned about the artist who designed it. All of the light displays were centered around the theme of "disruption". I mostly enjoyed looking at the house boats we passed along the canals, in addition to the houses lining the water because none of them had any window treatments!!


After, we went to De Floyeurn a highly recommended restaurant for Dutch cuisine. I feel like it was a modern spin on traditional dishes. We did the tasting menu (because the regular menu wasn't dutch) but the waitress wouldn't tell us what was on it (she said it was a surprise) Maybe one surprise is ok, but five courses worth? Ok, here goes nothing. 







9 School Days

10 Dec 2019

By the time I returned to Tirana 9 school days were standing between me and another two week break. During that time we administered final exams and prepped for a holiday show including singing, dancing and artwork. We held two bake sales, and a themed dress week including green and red, PJs and whiteout. We said goodbye to two co-workers and participated in an ugly sweater barcrawl. By the time Friday, 20 Dec, rolled around we were more than ready for our two week holiday.








Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Surprise of a Lifetime

5 Dec 2019

I was on my way to the airport around 2:30am, which was about 7:30pm 4 Dec, Chicago time, which meant it was the perfect time to call my mom and wish her a happy birthday. I spoke with her almost the entire way to the airport and finally had to let her go once check in for my flight opened up. She was so surprised and happy that I had stayed up so late to call her and wish her well on her birthday (little did she know, she was about to be a whole lot more surprised and happy!) Little did she also know that 18 hours later, Chicago time, my plane would be touching down.


Dad picked me up from the airport and I was ecstatic. It was so good to be back home again. I hugged him tight and immediately started chattering (of course!) We stopped at Taco Bell on the way home (YAAAAS!) and then hung out at home while we waited for mom. The plan was for me to sit on her bed and surprise her when she got home from school. We waited. And waited. And waited. Mom's done with work at 4:00, but it was already 4:30 and she still wasn't home. We knew she was getting her hair done but usually she stopped home first. 4:45 and I had all but given up hope and then the garage door opened. Dad was more than happy to take his usual seat at the computer while I waited to surprise mom. Mom putzed around the kitchen for a bit before dad was able to mention that he had put the package that had arrived in her bedroom. She continued to putz. And putz. And putz. She clearly wasn't interested in the package. I began to worry whether or not she would even make it upstairs before she had to leave. And then out of all the things she could've done, she came upstairs and she went into my bedroom. MY bedroom. Why?! Why would she go into my bedroom? I hadn't been home in months. Sure enough, there was a backpack, purse and pair of shoes. "Who's home?", she asked. "Who's home?" At this point I had to abandon my post on her bed and walk into my bedroom. "It's me", I said. She was in complete and total disbelief. Cue a whole lot more surprise and a whole lot more happy. I was the perfect belated birthday gift. After mom's hair appt. dad and I met her in downtown Downers at Pierce Tavern for dinner and a celebratory drink. Damn it feels good to be home.


6 Dec 2019

Mom and I headed into the city to visit Candace. We of course picked up Starbucks on our way. I got to see Candace's new condo (it's super great!) and spend some time in her neighborhood. We helped her put up her Christmas tree and then enjoyed Mexican food for lunch. On our walk back we stopped at Stan's donuts. YUM! Happy early birthday, Candace :)


After making our way back to the burbs we stopped at the mall to do some shopping. When we got home mom made pork roast and potatoes for dinner. Mmmm was it good. The three of us then watched a movie and put on a fire.

7 Dec 2019

Today was busy! I met my girlfriends for breakfast at Egg Harbor in Downtown Downers. It was so sweet of them all to make time for me at the last minute. Then I headed back to Colleen's new house with Elizabeth so the three of us could catch up.


I said my goodbyes (only until April!) and headed home to meet Mary and the kids. I picked up lunch for us so we could eat when they arrived. Mary, Sloan, Hank, my mom, dad and I spent the afternoon playing and laughing together. I taught the kids the stairs game, which they LOVED and spent time dancing to music videos with them (which they also loved but tired me out a whole lot more than the stairs game)




 After a whole lotta hugs and kisses they headed home and Aunt Pat and Uncle Marty came over for pizza and beers. I enjoyed spending so much time with the people I love.

8 Dec 2019

Mom and dad made breakfast and then mom and I ran to Target so that I could stock up on some goodies to take back with me--- gardettos, peanut butter cups and candy canes for my class, just to name a few. After enjoying a super long, hot shower, mom and dad drove me back to the airport, just like we'd done so many times before. As I reflected back on my two weeks without school I couldn't help but think what an amazing blessing in disguise this whole earthquake situation had been.