There are 1000 other things I should be doing. Lesson planning, laundry, sleeping, exercising, unpacking, writing emails, the list continues. All I want to do is peacefully position myself so that I can mold into the leather sofa, hot lemon tea in hand, and not have to think about a thing.
So, I will.
There is so much to articulate but my attempt is failing, I suppose I’ll just start blurting and hope it all makes sense. My current mood is: weary.
With good reasons, I sit here exhausted with a sore throat, missing one of my favorite boots, and a heavy burdened heart.
First off, last week was an excellent week. I finally felt like myself again, which was a very freeing sensation. After weeks of feeling defeated, I need to get back on my feet. I’m feeling much more comfortable in the classroom, beginning to build routines, and best of all, constructing relationships. Additionally, Luke finally got a job! He was really stressing and I’m thankful to see his spirits raised a bit. Also, we left on Friday for Munich! We have placed a map on our kitchen wall and have been meticulously tracking our adventures thus far. The scribbles and markings are beginning to look like a finished word search puzzle, and we constantly wonder how the heck we have been so blessed! Adding Munich to the map felt great but bringing back the memories feels even better. To say it bluntly, we had a fricken blast.
We left super early Friday morning to catch the train to Dublin. The journey was about 3 hours and was actually very enjoyable. I was excited to have a weekend away and had butterflies in my belly. We had to wait at the Dublin airport for hours but we sipped some coffee, chatted with fellow travelers, played cards, and people watched. It was not a problem at all, we both agreed.
Our hotel was better than we were expecting! Considering we booked late, it was the last weekend of Oktoberfest, and the price was reasonable, we weren’t expecting much. Upon check in I was greeted with a pretzel, and a mini beer. Need I say more?
We woke the next morning EARLY. We were told that we had to get to Oktoberfest super early in order to get a seat in the tent. So, we took it seriously and that annoying voice on the wake up call broke my slumber while being way to cheerful in the process. Yet, I was ready for the festivities that day. We planned our outfits that week and I must say, for 10 euro, we pulled it off pretty good.
We eagerly boarded the train, and laughed at all the other traditional German clothing. It was no joke that people dressed up! I was feeling a little silly at first but we were so happy we dressed up after all. By 8 am the place was PACKED. I couldn’t believe the amount of people ready to party so early in the morning. We got in line for the Hofbrauhaus tent, and literally charged our way through the crowd. Luke took off to find a spot while I patiently waiting for him to call me in order to reduce my chances of being run over. Our plan worked we were seated by these awesome Australian people who made our whole experiences so much better. We instantly made friends while toasting with a liter of beer, performing dance moves on benches, and loudly singing along with the live music. With thousands of people from all over the world in one tent, singing, chanting, laughing, and drinking, it was electric and oh so much fun. The day continued, literally all day. We met up with some friends from back home, rode some rides, attempted to see more tents but there was so room, and simply enjoyed the festival that has been highlighted on our bucket list for far too long. I consumed far too many calories and still feel like I’m digesting my intake, but it was so worth it. I will admit, I think I’ve had enough beer, bratwurst, and Lederhosen to last me for quite some time…
Sunday morning felt a little slower. I was obviously “worn out” from the festivities the day before but I wasn’t gonna let it stop me from exploring the vivacious city of Munich. Luke had been asking for a while to see a concentration camp so we made our way to Dachau Concentration Camp just out side of Munich.
Wow.
As we entered the memorial site, I didn’t know how to feel. We walked in, and all we could do was squeeze each other’s hands. Words just never came. It was hard to fathom that I was standing on the grounds were nearly 200,000 people were violently tortured, starved, and murdered. Watching movies and documentaries are helpful and educational, but nothing could have prepared me to witness this. My heart was heavy and burdened, and my stomach was unwell.
While standing in the authentic gas chambers and oven crematorium, I grew angry, confused, and helpless. I prayed. I just didn’t know what else to do. I was a spectator of a place in which history, trauma, agony, and fear was too real. It wasn’t just in my 11 grade history book, this was evidence.
I brought pictures to my students today and we briefly discussed the camp. They had so many questions and were so interested. It was an honor to bring back such an experience and nearly 24 hours later, my heart and head is still troubled. I don’t consider that overwhelming feeling will ever disappear. God Bless those who ever entered Dachau, and those who never returned to life outside the prison gates.
Here’s the memorial site if your interested:
http://www.kz-gedenkstaette-dachau.de/index-e.html
After the numbness faded, we enjoyed dinner at a traditional German restaurant. I must say, Germany was pretty amazing. My dad was born in Germany and my family relations are still existent there. I thought about my Dad, a lot. That same day, he completed his first triathlon. I am such a proud daughter and so very thankful for my family and our admiration for each other. My Dad is the best man I know…
Yeah yeah, I have lumpy throat all right. I miss my family!!
Anyway, our journey home was so long. I was so wiped from the busy weekend and stressed because I knew I had to be at work in a matter of hours. We made it home at 3 am this morning, and my alarm went off at 7. Hence, my weariness.
Overall the weekend was one to remember. It felt good to see a new place, have fun, and learn. This entire journey continues to leave me thankful, blessed, and hopefully, wiser.
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k.
ps:
My missing boot fell out of my purse, somewhere in a heap of leftover Oktoberfest chaos. RIP.
We seek a life full of cookies and crumbs. A life to have and to hold, from this day forward. A life of vivacity, passion, goofiness, and adoration. A voyage that never ends filled with roads traveled over and over again. Watch, and you shall see.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
PS: I love you.
It's early, and I didn't sleep well last night. This is my usual time that I get up, and read a devotional and have some God time. Today, I feel like writing and catching up since I haven't in so long. I'm sorry for those that have been waiting.
Time has been flying so quickly. I've been keeping so busy and honestly been extremely stressed. School is so challenging and exhausting that by the time the end of the school day is over I just want to curl up, eat, and stare at a wall. I don't, but I want to. Lately, I've had so many emotions pour out of me. I think the distance, change, and overwhelming amount of stress has caused me to panic. In what sense? I'm not really sure. I just feel a lot and seem to be angry too easily. I do not like it.
I can't tell you how many times I apologized to Luke this week. Simple things were annoying me, and I was just snappy. Girls, you know that feeling. But it was never anything he deserved. Luckily, he loves me enough to overlook it the second it happens. He looks at me, laughs, and hugs me; behavior that I don't deserve after snapping. Thanks love, for understanding me, and loving me unconditionally.
Yesterday was a great day though. Luke and I have been cooking "surprise dinners" every Sunday. We cook throughout the week together but on Sunday we switch off cooking for each other, and it's a surprise! So he had to go to the store to pick up a few things for dinner because it was his turn. It gave me a great opportunity to go on a run. Man I needed it. There was a lift off my shoulders and I literally asked God to help me from feeling easily angered, stressed, and insecure. I sat on some rocks at the ocean, and felt like I was in the perfect place at the perfect time. I'm in Ireland, with the love of my life, and been taking it for granite ever since school started. It felt good and right to talk to God about it and as I chose to walk home instead of run, I smiled the whole way. I returned home first and when Luke walked in the door later, I just hugged him in the center of our living room. It was the best, safe hug. I finally felt rest and didn't even need to tell him, he already knew.
The day continued and it was joyful. We talked to family on skype, ate our steak dinner that Luke prepared, and watched PS I love you. It was our first movie we have been able to watch since we have been here! We set up a mini movie theater in our living room, ate popcorn, and I cried the entire way through the movie. As a female, it was the cry that had been waiting to come out. Watching the movie in Ireland felt entirely different, much more moving. (or perhaps it was my emotional state, ha). Either way, I bundled my head into his shoulder and just let myself cry. I feel so blessed to be loved by him.
Now, a new work week continues. I've had my healing moment and I hoping it continues throughout the week! We leave on Friday for Munich. Oktoberfest baby!!! We are SOO excited!
So besides my stressed work weeks, the weekends have been fabulous! We gave a toast "To Arthur!" on Arthurs Day (the creator of Guinness. It is a huge event here and we were so lucky to take part in it. The whole Eyre Square was filled with people, live entertainment, and of course, beer. It was delightful :]
Then, the Annual International Oyster Festival was this weekend. Thousands of people from all over the world come here just for the festival. We watched the parade, enjoyed more live music and street entertainers, and went out to some new pubs. It was great and energetic!
Please don't get me wrong, WE ARE LOVING IRELAND. Every morning I wake up and am so thankful for this entire experience. I do not want to distort the thousands of enjoyable moments by recent heavy heart. Thanks readers for allowing me to vent. It's not always easy being honest on here, but it wouldn't be right if I wasn't.
I say this everytime but I will try and update more often. I'm sure after Oktoberfest, I will have SO much more.
OH! We went to one of my students birthday parties on Friday. Here's the video that captured my heart!
Talk soon. Thanks for the patience people!
<3
ms. j
Time has been flying so quickly. I've been keeping so busy and honestly been extremely stressed. School is so challenging and exhausting that by the time the end of the school day is over I just want to curl up, eat, and stare at a wall. I don't, but I want to. Lately, I've had so many emotions pour out of me. I think the distance, change, and overwhelming amount of stress has caused me to panic. In what sense? I'm not really sure. I just feel a lot and seem to be angry too easily. I do not like it.
I can't tell you how many times I apologized to Luke this week. Simple things were annoying me, and I was just snappy. Girls, you know that feeling. But it was never anything he deserved. Luckily, he loves me enough to overlook it the second it happens. He looks at me, laughs, and hugs me; behavior that I don't deserve after snapping. Thanks love, for understanding me, and loving me unconditionally.
Yesterday was a great day though. Luke and I have been cooking "surprise dinners" every Sunday. We cook throughout the week together but on Sunday we switch off cooking for each other, and it's a surprise! So he had to go to the store to pick up a few things for dinner because it was his turn. It gave me a great opportunity to go on a run. Man I needed it. There was a lift off my shoulders and I literally asked God to help me from feeling easily angered, stressed, and insecure. I sat on some rocks at the ocean, and felt like I was in the perfect place at the perfect time. I'm in Ireland, with the love of my life, and been taking it for granite ever since school started. It felt good and right to talk to God about it and as I chose to walk home instead of run, I smiled the whole way. I returned home first and when Luke walked in the door later, I just hugged him in the center of our living room. It was the best, safe hug. I finally felt rest and didn't even need to tell him, he already knew.
The day continued and it was joyful. We talked to family on skype, ate our steak dinner that Luke prepared, and watched PS I love you. It was our first movie we have been able to watch since we have been here! We set up a mini movie theater in our living room, ate popcorn, and I cried the entire way through the movie. As a female, it was the cry that had been waiting to come out. Watching the movie in Ireland felt entirely different, much more moving. (or perhaps it was my emotional state, ha). Either way, I bundled my head into his shoulder and just let myself cry. I feel so blessed to be loved by him.
Now, a new work week continues. I've had my healing moment and I hoping it continues throughout the week! We leave on Friday for Munich. Oktoberfest baby!!! We are SOO excited!
So besides my stressed work weeks, the weekends have been fabulous! We gave a toast "To Arthur!" on Arthurs Day (the creator of Guinness. It is a huge event here and we were so lucky to take part in it. The whole Eyre Square was filled with people, live entertainment, and of course, beer. It was delightful :]
Then, the Annual International Oyster Festival was this weekend. Thousands of people from all over the world come here just for the festival. We watched the parade, enjoyed more live music and street entertainers, and went out to some new pubs. It was great and energetic!
Please don't get me wrong, WE ARE LOVING IRELAND. Every morning I wake up and am so thankful for this entire experience. I do not want to distort the thousands of enjoyable moments by recent heavy heart. Thanks readers for allowing me to vent. It's not always easy being honest on here, but it wouldn't be right if I wasn't.
I say this everytime but I will try and update more often. I'm sure after Oktoberfest, I will have SO much more.
OH! We went to one of my students birthday parties on Friday. Here's the video that captured my heart!
Talk soon. Thanks for the patience people!
<3
ms. j
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
September 15, 2010
The story of Doubting Thomas is an analogy to everyone who has struggled with faith in a God they cannot see. We would all like to be able to see Christ in the flesh and to touch his wounds, so that we could be certain of our beliefs.
But our wish is a false one. Appearances can be deceiving; our eyes and ears are not trustworthy. Many an innocent man has gone to prison because an eyewitness was positive they had seen him commit a crime. Magicians make a living by defrauding our eyes and ears.
It is true, in a logical sense, that being able to see a wounded person who says he is Christ would make it more probable that Christ was the son of God, and that he rose from the dead. But we cannot know God by logic. There is nothing in all the facts gathered by mankind, considered by all the great minds that have lived, that can prove or disprove the existence of God or the life and miracle of Jesus Christ. God cannot be known by logic. Probability has no function in the realm of religious belief.
Knowing God and believing in Him is a matter of faith. We know God and grow towards him like a tulip bulb, deep in the earth, grows towards a sun it cannot see or feel, in a kind of faith that the sun will be there to give it life.
www.dailyprayer.us
<3
But our wish is a false one. Appearances can be deceiving; our eyes and ears are not trustworthy. Many an innocent man has gone to prison because an eyewitness was positive they had seen him commit a crime. Magicians make a living by defrauding our eyes and ears.
It is true, in a logical sense, that being able to see a wounded person who says he is Christ would make it more probable that Christ was the son of God, and that he rose from the dead. But we cannot know God by logic. There is nothing in all the facts gathered by mankind, considered by all the great minds that have lived, that can prove or disprove the existence of God or the life and miracle of Jesus Christ. God cannot be known by logic. Probability has no function in the realm of religious belief.
Knowing God and believing in Him is a matter of faith. We know God and grow towards him like a tulip bulb, deep in the earth, grows towards a sun it cannot see or feel, in a kind of faith that the sun will be there to give it life.
www.dailyprayer.us
<3
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Calling all teachers!!!
As you know from the last blog, I started school on Monday. It’s Thursday now and I’m pooped! I have little energy but several people have been asking about my student teaching so I thought I should share! It’s going well so far; it’s very different than what I expected so I’ve been trying to adjust to the chaotic feeling that’s going on inside of me. Everything feels foreign to me, the clothing, teaching styles, the students, the behavior plans, and even the staff members. Not in a bad way, but it will take some adjustments to finally feel settled in. I’m enjoying the change and embracing the challenge.
We all have been in those uncomfortable situations. They suck balls. And, if you’re a teacher or an education student, you know how evil teachers lounges can be. Well, try walking in to a new school Monday morning in a foreign country, wet from the rain, and not a clue what to expect. Luke walked me to school my first day and I felt like I little kid leaving Dad and getting on the bus for the first time. It was scary and I had that knot in my stomach all day. However, I survived and was warmly welcomed by all the staff and students. I have tried to fully immerse myself and put myself out there and it seems to be working so far.
Okay, so here’s the deal. Although I am an Elementary Education major, it doesn’t exactly mean I’m teaching elementary school. Actually I’m teaching ages 12-20, all in which are special needs students. The subjects are math, English, Science, Social studies, and Environmental studies. For non-educators, this is not exactly something I have been fully trained for. They placed me here because the curriculum is at the primary (elementary) level. Since I have never had experience teaching middle school, or special education students, you can see the challenge. However, they make me laugh! Holy smokes, they are hilarious. At first, I was scared and apprehensive and actually quite frustrated because I didn’t think I would benefit as an elementary school teacher in the future. Regardless, teaching is teaching no matter what the students needs are or how old they are. I have already learned so much in 4 days and been pushed in ways I never would in my comfortable third grade class back home. So, I’m so grateful for the challenge and look forward to experiencing tremendous growth as a future educator. Here’s some of my students who bring me smiles every time I walk in the door…
Meet Maeve <3
With that said, I need suggestions and help from all teachers out there. All of my books and resources are back home so I am desperate for things I can’t find on the Internet. I switch classrooms, students, and mentor teachers, almost every hour. And, I start teaching 100% on my own next week with out the teacher even present in the room. Yowza. I’ve been observing this week, and next week, I’m fully responsible. I’m excited and already been planning but it’s difficult with so many subjects. Okay, how can you help? Right now, I’m trying to focus on really get to know the students before I dive into the curriculum. For those of you that have experience working with non-readers, non-writers, Down’s Syndrome, severe behavior problems, psychological disorders, and all types of learning disorders, please feed me suggestions on activities they may like. I have done my research already and had some experience but it never hurts to ask for help. I’m looking for a good warm-up and closing activity to implement everyday that all students can benefit from. You can email me at katiejozsa@gmail.com with any advice. I’m open to it all! Thanks!
It probably sounds like I’m a basket case but I’m actually feeling pretty confident. I learned that its okay to feel insecure and most certainly okay to reach out for help. Like I said, I’m here to learn so I’m willing to take some risks and put myself out there!
Although teaching has consumed my life this week, I still enjoy walking in the door and saying, “Honey, I’m home!” Luke has been a little houseman this week. He’s been doing laundry, cleaning, making me breakfast, and running errands. It won’t last long though because he went to Dublin yesterday for a job seminar and has begun job searching. Soon, we will both be super busy! At night we have been enjoying making dinner together, playing cards, reading, and enjoying the silence. We don’t have a TV so we are relying on alternative methods of entertainment. It’s actually quite nice and peaceful.
This weekend we are attending the annual Oyster Festival held in Galway and visiting the Cliffs of Moher on Sunday. I’m looking forward for two days to recoup after this week. Thanks again and sorry for the lack of enthusiasm, I’m just super tired! I promise, I’m loving this experience and I LOVE my students (most of them, not the bratty pimply ones)!
Lastly, I just wanted to say thank you for those who have been supporting us. I have received numerous emails and facebook messages from people who are following us on this journey. I hope you know how thankful and blessed we feel and appreciate all the kind words and support. I apologize if I haven’t gotten back to you but please know that you are cherished and we sincerely admire your generosity. We need all the prayers and support to really make the most of this. Thanks a million!
Okay, it’s dinna time and I’m hungry!! I’ll try and update after the weekend is over. I know I promised pictures, I’m working on it :]
Bye bye!
We all have been in those uncomfortable situations. They suck balls. And, if you’re a teacher or an education student, you know how evil teachers lounges can be. Well, try walking in to a new school Monday morning in a foreign country, wet from the rain, and not a clue what to expect. Luke walked me to school my first day and I felt like I little kid leaving Dad and getting on the bus for the first time. It was scary and I had that knot in my stomach all day. However, I survived and was warmly welcomed by all the staff and students. I have tried to fully immerse myself and put myself out there and it seems to be working so far.
Okay, so here’s the deal. Although I am an Elementary Education major, it doesn’t exactly mean I’m teaching elementary school. Actually I’m teaching ages 12-20, all in which are special needs students. The subjects are math, English, Science, Social studies, and Environmental studies. For non-educators, this is not exactly something I have been fully trained for. They placed me here because the curriculum is at the primary (elementary) level. Since I have never had experience teaching middle school, or special education students, you can see the challenge. However, they make me laugh! Holy smokes, they are hilarious. At first, I was scared and apprehensive and actually quite frustrated because I didn’t think I would benefit as an elementary school teacher in the future. Regardless, teaching is teaching no matter what the students needs are or how old they are. I have already learned so much in 4 days and been pushed in ways I never would in my comfortable third grade class back home. So, I’m so grateful for the challenge and look forward to experiencing tremendous growth as a future educator. Here’s some of my students who bring me smiles every time I walk in the door…
Meet Maeve <3
With that said, I need suggestions and help from all teachers out there. All of my books and resources are back home so I am desperate for things I can’t find on the Internet. I switch classrooms, students, and mentor teachers, almost every hour. And, I start teaching 100% on my own next week with out the teacher even present in the room. Yowza. I’ve been observing this week, and next week, I’m fully responsible. I’m excited and already been planning but it’s difficult with so many subjects. Okay, how can you help? Right now, I’m trying to focus on really get to know the students before I dive into the curriculum. For those of you that have experience working with non-readers, non-writers, Down’s Syndrome, severe behavior problems, psychological disorders, and all types of learning disorders, please feed me suggestions on activities they may like. I have done my research already and had some experience but it never hurts to ask for help. I’m looking for a good warm-up and closing activity to implement everyday that all students can benefit from. You can email me at katiejozsa@gmail.com with any advice. I’m open to it all! Thanks!
It probably sounds like I’m a basket case but I’m actually feeling pretty confident. I learned that its okay to feel insecure and most certainly okay to reach out for help. Like I said, I’m here to learn so I’m willing to take some risks and put myself out there!
Although teaching has consumed my life this week, I still enjoy walking in the door and saying, “Honey, I’m home!” Luke has been a little houseman this week. He’s been doing laundry, cleaning, making me breakfast, and running errands. It won’t last long though because he went to Dublin yesterday for a job seminar and has begun job searching. Soon, we will both be super busy! At night we have been enjoying making dinner together, playing cards, reading, and enjoying the silence. We don’t have a TV so we are relying on alternative methods of entertainment. It’s actually quite nice and peaceful.
This weekend we are attending the annual Oyster Festival held in Galway and visiting the Cliffs of Moher on Sunday. I’m looking forward for two days to recoup after this week. Thanks again and sorry for the lack of enthusiasm, I’m just super tired! I promise, I’m loving this experience and I LOVE my students (most of them, not the bratty pimply ones)!
Lastly, I just wanted to say thank you for those who have been supporting us. I have received numerous emails and facebook messages from people who are following us on this journey. I hope you know how thankful and blessed we feel and appreciate all the kind words and support. I apologize if I haven’t gotten back to you but please know that you are cherished and we sincerely admire your generosity. We need all the prayers and support to really make the most of this. Thanks a million!
Okay, it’s dinna time and I’m hungry!! I’ll try and update after the weekend is over. I know I promised pictures, I’m working on it :]
Bye bye!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Charlie St. Cloud
My Sunday afternoon left my heart satisfied and a large lump in my throat. As Luke sat browsing the web I eagerly flipped the pages of an almost complete book, Charlie St. Cloud. I saw this book at Mccarren Airport getting ready to leave for London. I went to the newsstand to get some water and gummy bears and the dreamy Zac Efron caught my eye as I passed the novels. I realized I forgot some books and wanted to buy one to keep me busy during our travels. Prior to departure day I had seen previews for this book as a motion picture film staring Mr. Efron. I looked for more interesting books but somehow, this book was my final selection. Nearly a month later and pages flipped in each country, the book has come to an end. And I sit here with one butt check asleep, compelled to share.
This movie may be out in the States, I have no idea. Perhaps the movie sucked, but the book was worth reading. It’s a story about life and death, siblings, love, and diving for dreams. Right up my alley right? Being a deep person myself, I love reading books like this; I like thinking of the author and the journey it took to write such drama. The creation of the characters, the setting, the sequence of the beginning, middle, and end and desire to make the novel flow and move the audience. It interests me. This book wasn’t one of those books that EVERYONE must read, but it was easy, took me below the surface, and made me extremely grateful for siblings, falling in love, and living my dreams.
I guess it brings me to think about my own life or death experiences. Although my first breakup felt life or death, February 24th 2006 was quite a bit more agonizing. Several times throughout this book, I felt quite depressed. The author evokes real emotions about handling death, trauma, and grieving. I hate to give away the end for potential Ben Sherwood readers but it left me feeling grateful for my own life or death experience, being shot in the face. I’m thankful for the “second chance” you may call it or the darn right miracle for still existing. Now, I sit cozy on my new couch sipping lemon tea enjoying each inhale and exhale.
It’s pretty crazy how life works out. I always assume I have it figured out just in time to realize I’m still completely clueless. I spend so much time trying to find the answers or solutions when the answer is in the unknown. My life journey has been a continuous surprise and I can only imagine what God has in store for my future…
Even throughout this incredible traveling adventure, my soul clings to the deep stuff. You know, the couple hugging at the ocean, or the girl crying at St. Peters Basilica. I can’t help but wonder and think beyond the surface level stuff. Sometimes I wish I could just turn off my deep thinking cap, but then I realized I’d miss so much on what life is offering me. This book, it was a thinker alright, but I appreciated it. I admire the author for his unique talent and his bizarre thoughts; I’m humbled by the thankfulness he created in me this quiet, rainy, Sunday afternoon in Galway.
Whoa, okay. Can you tell my Sunday has been wonderful? It may appear that I’m a bit glum but I’m not. I’m perfectly content and honest. Today has been a great day. We slept in, made breakfast, and went on a run. It was sooo nice to move and feel the fresh salt water air on my skin. As I blasted “Boots with the Fur” and “Sexy Back” I smiled at fellow runners, walkers, and sitters (those on benches, ha). Galway is BEAUTIFUL! I feel so blessed to be here and share this experience with Luke while growing as individuals. After our run we returned to our new home, made lunch, and I started reading. I finished my book and he now he is reading it. I’m excited to talk about it with him and share our personal thoughts on the paperback. I’m enjoying my sweats, tea, and the light rain out my window.
Yesterday was also a relaxing and enjoyable day. We moved into our new place on Friday but we had no food here. A home with no food is no home at all. Let me hear an amen! Ha. So, we walked along the Oceanside to town, only a 20 minute walk or so. We stumbled across a farmers market! Since we were already shopping for fruits and veggies we got them there. It was sooo cool! We still needed some other food items so we made our way to the grocery store, finished our shopping, and began to walk home. The weather was the best. It was bright and sunny but not hot at all. You could tell whole town wanted to be outside; everyone was cheerful. As we were leaving we said, “we are in no rush, let’s grab a Guiness!” And that is just what we did…
After walking back home and unpacking our grocery’s, we made lunch with our fresh produce and then took a walk on the beach. You couldn’t get enough of the sun and ocean, it was so fresh! Our place is literally steps from the water too, so it helps. The sun started to set and it became a bit chilly so we walked back and collected seashells from the sand. We were eager to cook our first meal in our place so we set the tunes, lit the candles, poured the wine, and started cooking. It was a tasty, healthy meal, perfect first feast.
Okay there is our perfect weekend, which is probably making everyone jealous! Sorry, not our intention. We are still feeling like we are dreaming ourselves. Now, I’m going cook meal number 2 and prepare for my first day of school tomorrow! I’ll fill you in regarding my new school, staff, and students. Ahhhh!!
Ps, for those who were wondering, I passed my Praxis 2, YAY!!
Always,
K J
I'd put more up but our internet is so strange here. Facebook has way more photos so tune in there. Thanks!
This movie may be out in the States, I have no idea. Perhaps the movie sucked, but the book was worth reading. It’s a story about life and death, siblings, love, and diving for dreams. Right up my alley right? Being a deep person myself, I love reading books like this; I like thinking of the author and the journey it took to write such drama. The creation of the characters, the setting, the sequence of the beginning, middle, and end and desire to make the novel flow and move the audience. It interests me. This book wasn’t one of those books that EVERYONE must read, but it was easy, took me below the surface, and made me extremely grateful for siblings, falling in love, and living my dreams.
I guess it brings me to think about my own life or death experiences. Although my first breakup felt life or death, February 24th 2006 was quite a bit more agonizing. Several times throughout this book, I felt quite depressed. The author evokes real emotions about handling death, trauma, and grieving. I hate to give away the end for potential Ben Sherwood readers but it left me feeling grateful for my own life or death experience, being shot in the face. I’m thankful for the “second chance” you may call it or the darn right miracle for still existing. Now, I sit cozy on my new couch sipping lemon tea enjoying each inhale and exhale.
It’s pretty crazy how life works out. I always assume I have it figured out just in time to realize I’m still completely clueless. I spend so much time trying to find the answers or solutions when the answer is in the unknown. My life journey has been a continuous surprise and I can only imagine what God has in store for my future…
Even throughout this incredible traveling adventure, my soul clings to the deep stuff. You know, the couple hugging at the ocean, or the girl crying at St. Peters Basilica. I can’t help but wonder and think beyond the surface level stuff. Sometimes I wish I could just turn off my deep thinking cap, but then I realized I’d miss so much on what life is offering me. This book, it was a thinker alright, but I appreciated it. I admire the author for his unique talent and his bizarre thoughts; I’m humbled by the thankfulness he created in me this quiet, rainy, Sunday afternoon in Galway.
Whoa, okay. Can you tell my Sunday has been wonderful? It may appear that I’m a bit glum but I’m not. I’m perfectly content and honest. Today has been a great day. We slept in, made breakfast, and went on a run. It was sooo nice to move and feel the fresh salt water air on my skin. As I blasted “Boots with the Fur” and “Sexy Back” I smiled at fellow runners, walkers, and sitters (those on benches, ha). Galway is BEAUTIFUL! I feel so blessed to be here and share this experience with Luke while growing as individuals. After our run we returned to our new home, made lunch, and I started reading. I finished my book and he now he is reading it. I’m excited to talk about it with him and share our personal thoughts on the paperback. I’m enjoying my sweats, tea, and the light rain out my window.
Yesterday was also a relaxing and enjoyable day. We moved into our new place on Friday but we had no food here. A home with no food is no home at all. Let me hear an amen! Ha. So, we walked along the Oceanside to town, only a 20 minute walk or so. We stumbled across a farmers market! Since we were already shopping for fruits and veggies we got them there. It was sooo cool! We still needed some other food items so we made our way to the grocery store, finished our shopping, and began to walk home. The weather was the best. It was bright and sunny but not hot at all. You could tell whole town wanted to be outside; everyone was cheerful. As we were leaving we said, “we are in no rush, let’s grab a Guiness!” And that is just what we did…
After walking back home and unpacking our grocery’s, we made lunch with our fresh produce and then took a walk on the beach. You couldn’t get enough of the sun and ocean, it was so fresh! Our place is literally steps from the water too, so it helps. The sun started to set and it became a bit chilly so we walked back and collected seashells from the sand. We were eager to cook our first meal in our place so we set the tunes, lit the candles, poured the wine, and started cooking. It was a tasty, healthy meal, perfect first feast.
Okay there is our perfect weekend, which is probably making everyone jealous! Sorry, not our intention. We are still feeling like we are dreaming ourselves. Now, I’m going cook meal number 2 and prepare for my first day of school tomorrow! I’ll fill you in regarding my new school, staff, and students. Ahhhh!!
Ps, for those who were wondering, I passed my Praxis 2, YAY!!
Always,
K J
I'd put more up but our internet is so strange here. Facebook has way more photos so tune in there. Thanks!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
the road to Ireland ends
My apologies for the absence, we’ve been extremely occupied with travels, illness, and house hunting. Luckily, the travel is over, the sickness is done, and our search for a lovely abode has come to an end…. Lets see, Paris, Belgium, Amsterdam, and Ireland… so much to update!
Paris
Cliché or not, my time in Paris was enchanting. Of course, I knew that Paris was the city for lovers, but believing in it was a question mark. Prior to arrival I was hopelessly romanticizing that I would have this magical Cinderella experience while I was there, and I did. It was too perfect to share all the juicy details and probably super cheesy (especially to the men reading this!). Regardless, I fell more madly in love those 72 hours.
While in Paris, we went to the Arc de Triumph, Louve, Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and the main shopping area that I can’t remember the name of. We probably saw more but I can’t seem to recall. The Eiffel Tower was absolutely stunning. We chose to splurge in Paris and have a date night (I guess every night has been a date night but this had extra spark to it!). After showering, perfume, lipstick, and heels, I was set for my lovely planned evening in Paris. We waited to go up the Eiffel Tower until sundown; best decision we made! We reserved it in advance so we didn’t even have to wait in line, yay! I didn’t even have to hopelessly wish for romance, it was so natural. The scenery was beautiful and not a care in the world was on our mind. We were totally into each other watching the sunset from the summit of the tower. We gazed, kissed, hugged, laughed, smiled, and prayed; it was flawless. Following the tower escapade, we found a nice restaurant to dine at directly under the tower and under the stars. After wine, steak, salad, and fries, I was one grateful stuffed piggy. The tower also has a huge grass area where you can pop champagne and cuddle. So, that’s just what we did...
Paris was all I had ever hoped for!
Brussels, Belgium
If you want to go somewhere to have some freakin’ fun, book a flight to Brussels stat. We got super lucky, our place was right in the center of everything. It was so easy and accessible to everything. The whole Brussels vibe was just…cool. It was a lot of little streets, cool restaurants, nice people, and awesome buildings and architecture. Of course, awesome bars too. We were told by several fellow travelers to go to the Delirium Café; sounded like a stoner pot head pit to me. Well well well I was pleasantly surprised when it was the sweetest bar I’ve ever stepped my little feet into. This place has 2010 beers, yup, you read right! It was three floors, super relaxed vibe, great music, and excellent brews. We met some friends and planned to hang out again. It never worked out but its always fun getting to know new people. We bought some cool souvenirs, walked around the city, enjoyed venturing off with no map, and enjoyed people watching. We found this interesting street where there was a guy playing the saxophone on the street. He was extremely talented so we chose to stop at a café and grab a drink and listen. I wish I had my journal on me because the energy on this random street made my want to write. I remember feeling completely content and outrageously grateful. It was splendid.
Amsterdam
Wow. Amsterdam was nuts. We went to the Red Light District, Anne Frank House, Dam Square, Heineken Brewery, and the main square (It starts with an L but I can’t remember the name). The Red Light District was so strange. I’m happy I went because it was totally out of my element. Luke was laughing at me because he knew I was trying to play it cool but really I was so awkward. It was hard for me to watch; I didn’t want to judge but I did want to pray! I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girls; I can’t even imagine that life. Anyway, I was glad I went and saw it and I’m sure Luke was too ;)
The Anne Frank house was my FAVORITE part about Amsterdam! I was choked up the whole time. I remember reading her story in middle school and feeling so connected to her. As a young girl I was so intrigued by the holocaust, this experience enhanced every feeling I ever had. I was unaware that the museum was the actual house. I told Luke before that it couldn’t be, it didn’t seem possible. I was so wrong. We visited the actual secret annex. I walked through the bookcase that hid the family right into Anne’s actual room that she hid in. I stood there and felt like a piece of you know what for ever complaining about anything. It was humbling and brought tears to my eyes and chills to my spine. Additionally, we were able to see the actual journal of Anne Frank. If you ever visit Amsterdam make sure you make time to see it, you will never regret it.
Amsterdam as a whole was grand! I can’t say that I will run back but I’m very happy we went. I saw loads of interesting people, had fun, and was moved by Anne Frank.
Ireland
Our attempt to get here was similar to our attempt to get to Paris (the bike rack, remember?) but not as bad. We were just exhausted. We left Amsterdam super early in the morning, went back to Brussels, Brussels to London, picked up our luggage that we stored in the beginning, waited for 6 hours, took the night train to the ferry port, and boarded the ferry to get to Ireland at 2 40 am. It was freezing and I was exhausted. And, we had 5 large bags of luggage. It wasn’t fun and this was when I started to feel super ill. We arrived in Dublin that morning at 5 am then had to take a three-hour bus ride to Galway. It was so tiring and I felt like crap. However, we sucked it up and finally made it. Then, I hid for three days in bed due to some virus the doc said. Oh well, I’m better now and so excited to finally be here!!!
After a few disappointments while house hunting, we finally found a place. After the first day, we were completely discouraged. We prayed a lot and literally felt like it was in Gods control. Right when we finally surrendered our anxiety and ate lunch by the sea, everything fell into place. Our new place is steps from the ocean and its beautiful. Its 200 times nicer than anything we ever thought we would take! Tomorrow, we are going to watch a big futbol game at one of the pubs and drink some delicious Guinness. I saw my school today, and I’m super excited and nervous at the same time! I also met with Amy (the other student teacher here) today and it was so nice to spend time with her. I start working on Monday and I’m hoping the butterflies calm down a bit. For now, we are ready to settle, cook some dinner, and find some time to relax and reflect on everything that has occurred so far. It has all happened so quickly and I’m looking forward to the slower, Irish lifestyle. We should have internet at our place early next week so hopefully the blogs can be more frequent….
Thanks for tuning in :]
kates
ps: pictures to come next!!!
Paris
Cliché or not, my time in Paris was enchanting. Of course, I knew that Paris was the city for lovers, but believing in it was a question mark. Prior to arrival I was hopelessly romanticizing that I would have this magical Cinderella experience while I was there, and I did. It was too perfect to share all the juicy details and probably super cheesy (especially to the men reading this!). Regardless, I fell more madly in love those 72 hours.
While in Paris, we went to the Arc de Triumph, Louve, Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, and the main shopping area that I can’t remember the name of. We probably saw more but I can’t seem to recall. The Eiffel Tower was absolutely stunning. We chose to splurge in Paris and have a date night (I guess every night has been a date night but this had extra spark to it!). After showering, perfume, lipstick, and heels, I was set for my lovely planned evening in Paris. We waited to go up the Eiffel Tower until sundown; best decision we made! We reserved it in advance so we didn’t even have to wait in line, yay! I didn’t even have to hopelessly wish for romance, it was so natural. The scenery was beautiful and not a care in the world was on our mind. We were totally into each other watching the sunset from the summit of the tower. We gazed, kissed, hugged, laughed, smiled, and prayed; it was flawless. Following the tower escapade, we found a nice restaurant to dine at directly under the tower and under the stars. After wine, steak, salad, and fries, I was one grateful stuffed piggy. The tower also has a huge grass area where you can pop champagne and cuddle. So, that’s just what we did...
Paris was all I had ever hoped for!
Brussels, Belgium
If you want to go somewhere to have some freakin’ fun, book a flight to Brussels stat. We got super lucky, our place was right in the center of everything. It was so easy and accessible to everything. The whole Brussels vibe was just…cool. It was a lot of little streets, cool restaurants, nice people, and awesome buildings and architecture. Of course, awesome bars too. We were told by several fellow travelers to go to the Delirium Café; sounded like a stoner pot head pit to me. Well well well I was pleasantly surprised when it was the sweetest bar I’ve ever stepped my little feet into. This place has 2010 beers, yup, you read right! It was three floors, super relaxed vibe, great music, and excellent brews. We met some friends and planned to hang out again. It never worked out but its always fun getting to know new people. We bought some cool souvenirs, walked around the city, enjoyed venturing off with no map, and enjoyed people watching. We found this interesting street where there was a guy playing the saxophone on the street. He was extremely talented so we chose to stop at a café and grab a drink and listen. I wish I had my journal on me because the energy on this random street made my want to write. I remember feeling completely content and outrageously grateful. It was splendid.
Amsterdam
Wow. Amsterdam was nuts. We went to the Red Light District, Anne Frank House, Dam Square, Heineken Brewery, and the main square (It starts with an L but I can’t remember the name). The Red Light District was so strange. I’m happy I went because it was totally out of my element. Luke was laughing at me because he knew I was trying to play it cool but really I was so awkward. It was hard for me to watch; I didn’t want to judge but I did want to pray! I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the girls; I can’t even imagine that life. Anyway, I was glad I went and saw it and I’m sure Luke was too ;)
The Anne Frank house was my FAVORITE part about Amsterdam! I was choked up the whole time. I remember reading her story in middle school and feeling so connected to her. As a young girl I was so intrigued by the holocaust, this experience enhanced every feeling I ever had. I was unaware that the museum was the actual house. I told Luke before that it couldn’t be, it didn’t seem possible. I was so wrong. We visited the actual secret annex. I walked through the bookcase that hid the family right into Anne’s actual room that she hid in. I stood there and felt like a piece of you know what for ever complaining about anything. It was humbling and brought tears to my eyes and chills to my spine. Additionally, we were able to see the actual journal of Anne Frank. If you ever visit Amsterdam make sure you make time to see it, you will never regret it.
Amsterdam as a whole was grand! I can’t say that I will run back but I’m very happy we went. I saw loads of interesting people, had fun, and was moved by Anne Frank.
Ireland
Our attempt to get here was similar to our attempt to get to Paris (the bike rack, remember?) but not as bad. We were just exhausted. We left Amsterdam super early in the morning, went back to Brussels, Brussels to London, picked up our luggage that we stored in the beginning, waited for 6 hours, took the night train to the ferry port, and boarded the ferry to get to Ireland at 2 40 am. It was freezing and I was exhausted. And, we had 5 large bags of luggage. It wasn’t fun and this was when I started to feel super ill. We arrived in Dublin that morning at 5 am then had to take a three-hour bus ride to Galway. It was so tiring and I felt like crap. However, we sucked it up and finally made it. Then, I hid for three days in bed due to some virus the doc said. Oh well, I’m better now and so excited to finally be here!!!
After a few disappointments while house hunting, we finally found a place. After the first day, we were completely discouraged. We prayed a lot and literally felt like it was in Gods control. Right when we finally surrendered our anxiety and ate lunch by the sea, everything fell into place. Our new place is steps from the ocean and its beautiful. Its 200 times nicer than anything we ever thought we would take! Tomorrow, we are going to watch a big futbol game at one of the pubs and drink some delicious Guinness. I saw my school today, and I’m super excited and nervous at the same time! I also met with Amy (the other student teacher here) today and it was so nice to spend time with her. I start working on Monday and I’m hoping the butterflies calm down a bit. For now, we are ready to settle, cook some dinner, and find some time to relax and reflect on everything that has occurred so far. It has all happened so quickly and I’m looking forward to the slower, Irish lifestyle. We should have internet at our place early next week so hopefully the blogs can be more frequent….
Thanks for tuning in :]
kates
ps: pictures to come next!!!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
It's part of campin'.
When I was a little girl, my family would go on camping trips. My Dad was, and still is, Joe camper. In the middle of the night night when we had to pee or brush our teeth in a bucket in the morning, my dad would always say with a chirpy smile, "it's part of campin!"
Well, Luke and I have become quite comfortable with this term and have altered the saying to, "it's part of backpacking!". It's our way to laugh off the annoyances and make light of the challenging situations. Since we've been traveling with our packs for 18 days now and visited four countries and nearly 15 cities, its inevitable that we would have several "it's part of campin'" moments. We are currently waiting for our room to be cleaned and are desperate for sleep considering we slept on a bike rack for 14 hours. Yes, you heard me, a bike rack. During our fabulous train ride to Paris, instead of crying Luke made me laugh...and laugh at all our funny experiences thus far. We hope you find some comic relief as well after reading...
Now, for those fellow BUDGET travelers, you can relate to the constant struggle backpacking is. HA.
-getting lost, sweaty, every day
-finally finding our hostel and greeted by HILDA who looks like a short, fat man with a wig who doesn't speak English and apparently has no reservation for us. nice.
-being locked INSIDE our room in two different hostels and cracking the wall just to open the door.
-being herded, no joke, onto the train, losing Luke, and hearing his adventure of stiff arming a girl just to find a seat
-getting yelled at by random people
-breaking my sandal the first few days and having to wear Lukes, size 12, sandals in the showers
-walking through dark alleys with no other choice
-scabby legs due to awful mosquitos
-being nose level with everyones nasty ass armpits
-smelling smoke indoor, outdoors, everywhere!
-taking the wrong bus causing a 2 hour detour in the heat, not fun
-getting off at the wrong train stop
-sleeping with nasty sheets
-paying 3 euro to dry our towels and after 45 minutes they were more wet!
-looking at maps feeling cross-eyed
-motion sickness from the trains
-topless OLD ladies strutting their saggy boobs with large eraser nips on the beach
-random stray dogs
That's enough for now. We could go on for days. My current state of mental imbalance is lacking memory of all the funny stuff I planned on writing. Nonetheless I'm sure its funnier to us and doesn't make much sense to those at home, but it makes us feel better!
Ok, now for a recap on the last day in Switzerland and Barcelona. Switzerland was incredible except for an extremely dissapointing last day. We woke up super early to catch the train to Interlochen to do the skydiving. We said our sad goodbyes to our family and had a sequence of trains and metros to make it to Interlochen. We arrived and called the skydiving company to come pick us up and they had cancelled the jumps for that day due to bad weather. We were crushed and stuck at the train station. We were taking the night train to Barcelona that night so we couldn't go too far; honestly, we were so disappointed about the skydiving and didn't have much motivation to pay to do anything else. Embarrasingly enough we were starving and the paid 20 euros to eat at Mcdonalds because that was the cheapest food we could find! Anyway, we had to go back to Bern (the city our train was leaving from that night) and our day started picking up. We were out of our funk and found ourselves in this amazing downtown shopping area in Bern. We found a place to store our packs for the day and felt much better after that. The downtown was alive with farmers markets, shopping, bars, resturants, and loads of people. We walked, talked, laughed, had some drinks, and enjoyed our day. We were still upset about the skydiving but promised each other we would do it in the near future.
Then we boarded our night train. It wasnt five stars or anything but it was fun! We had a double room with two small beds and a sink. It was strange to sleep on a train but not too shabby. I don't think I slept much even after a dramamine, ear plugs, and a full tummy though. We arrived in Barcelona, found our not so nice hostel, and set out to explore the town. I was exhausted. We took a bus tour of the city; I fell asleep during the tour! I wish I could put picures up because Luke took a picture of me fast asleep on the top of the double decker. opps! We went back to our place, took a nap, and went to get dinner! The food in Spain was to die for. We had tapas and sangria...yum yum. We found ourselves lost in the pouring rain, laughing, and enjoying the new scenery. It was a great night especially since I had taken a nap. The next day we were fresh and ready for the beach! We hated our hostel though so we booked a different one and set out to find it. After a very long and hot walk, we were pleasently surprised and happy we switched. We headed for the beach and went the wrong direction on the bus... 2 hours later and nearly 2oclock by this time we were relaxing on the beautiful Barcelona beach. It was very stressful but we found our way and loved the second half of the day. That night we stayed in the hostel the whole night. It wasn't intentional, but it was fun! It was one of those super young and lively hostels. They had a bar, cheap food, and a sangria workshop. We met other travelers, played pool, and competed in a poker tournament. We both lost but the girl we were playing with was a joke. She was beyond rude, and we both walked away wiht nothing. Ha. The experience was fun though! We spent our last day in Barcelona touring a local market, roaming the town, and again, enjoying the food. Then.... the journey from hell began.
20 hours ago I was bummed to leave Barcelona but very excited for Paris. If we only knew what was in store for us, you would have found us on a flight back to Vegas. Not really, but close. We tried to make a reservation for the night train the day before but the guy behind the counter said we couldn't. He gave us strict directions to follow that would lead us to Paris very similar to the other night train. So, we set off on a three hour metro train to Cerebere. This is where we were supposed to catch a different night train. Well apparently the train was completely full, but they told us to wait, speak to the controller and get on a different train. There was alot of people in our same situation so we weren't too scared but no one had any clue waht to do. We were told to just get on the train and you can reserve your seat once your on. LIES! we sat down all right but at the next stop, the train was full and people without a reservation had to stand. It was a nightmare. We stop a different station and they said that if your trying to go to Paris, you need to get on a different train at a different platform. We ran to the other train and ran into the same situation except now we had no clue where we were and the French people didn't want to help us. We hopped on the bus, found two seats, and tried to fit in. Again, there was lots of people doing the same thing we were. Well this was the night train to Paris, a 12 train ride. We were happy to know we were headed in the right direction but confused and frustrated mostly. Sure enough we were kicked out of our seats in no time. We had to stand. We were so tired that we were literally laughing, we couldn't believe it. It was embarrassing too because people thought we just hopped on the train and were trying to rig the system or something. Then we found out there were fires some where in France and all the train systems were messed up so people were jsut jammed into random trains. That was us. We stood for about 30 mintues and finally said screw it. We were deteremined to find somewhere to sit considerign we had 11 more hours to go. We found a bike rack area. It was pretty much filled with bikes and luggage but we were determined to make it work. The nice lady next to us had a comfortanle bedroom and asked her cabin worker to bring us some blankets. Thank god for her... literally! We were able to atleast sit, until we were joined by 3 other people who had apparently already claimed the bike rack. We said please and smiled and made it work for all of us. I think people started feeling bad because they brought water and pillows for the other guys. WE never thought we would be so happy to sleep in a bike rack. I took a picure of Luke and look forward to posting it. Luke cut his leg on the bike brakes, and I had tire marks, but, we slept a little. We kept looking at each other saying this is crazy, and "its part of backpacking". We arrived around 930 this morning to paris and found our hostel. Were still waiting for our room to shower and take a long nap. We plan to go explore tonight and have a fun filled day planned tomorrow. It was crazy and we are so happy to finally be in Paris and sleep. We are exhausted, feeling a little sick, but ready for more! We are however, getting more ready to settle down in Ireland and not live out of a backpack anymore.
The best part of this whole journey is that I get to experience this with my best friend. I get to flirt and laugh everyday. He makes me feel pretty and protected. He's fun, adventurous, and patient! After being long distance for three years, we are soaking in the time together. We aren't sick of each other and so happy to share this wonderful journey as a couple. I feel stronger already and happy its still the beginning. Thanks for all the prayers and support, we still need it!
Ok, this is far too long. I'm proud if you have read this far down! Are plan is to sleep, and then vist most of the famous sites in Paris. Tomorrow night we are going on a date. Like a real date! We are going up the Eiffel Tower at sunset and then splurging on a nice dinner. We are even getting dressed up which doesnt happen when you backpack. Then were headed to Brussels, Amsterdam, London, and finally, Ireland. It's going by so fast!
We miss everyone at home!!!!!
Kates
Well, Luke and I have become quite comfortable with this term and have altered the saying to, "it's part of backpacking!". It's our way to laugh off the annoyances and make light of the challenging situations. Since we've been traveling with our packs for 18 days now and visited four countries and nearly 15 cities, its inevitable that we would have several "it's part of campin'" moments. We are currently waiting for our room to be cleaned and are desperate for sleep considering we slept on a bike rack for 14 hours. Yes, you heard me, a bike rack. During our fabulous train ride to Paris, instead of crying Luke made me laugh...and laugh at all our funny experiences thus far. We hope you find some comic relief as well after reading...
Now, for those fellow BUDGET travelers, you can relate to the constant struggle backpacking is. HA.
-getting lost, sweaty, every day
-finally finding our hostel and greeted by HILDA who looks like a short, fat man with a wig who doesn't speak English and apparently has no reservation for us. nice.
-being locked INSIDE our room in two different hostels and cracking the wall just to open the door.
-being herded, no joke, onto the train, losing Luke, and hearing his adventure of stiff arming a girl just to find a seat
-getting yelled at by random people
-breaking my sandal the first few days and having to wear Lukes, size 12, sandals in the showers
-walking through dark alleys with no other choice
-scabby legs due to awful mosquitos
-being nose level with everyones nasty ass armpits
-smelling smoke indoor, outdoors, everywhere!
-taking the wrong bus causing a 2 hour detour in the heat, not fun
-getting off at the wrong train stop
-sleeping with nasty sheets
-paying 3 euro to dry our towels and after 45 minutes they were more wet!
-looking at maps feeling cross-eyed
-motion sickness from the trains
-topless OLD ladies strutting their saggy boobs with large eraser nips on the beach
-random stray dogs
That's enough for now. We could go on for days. My current state of mental imbalance is lacking memory of all the funny stuff I planned on writing. Nonetheless I'm sure its funnier to us and doesn't make much sense to those at home, but it makes us feel better!
Ok, now for a recap on the last day in Switzerland and Barcelona. Switzerland was incredible except for an extremely dissapointing last day. We woke up super early to catch the train to Interlochen to do the skydiving. We said our sad goodbyes to our family and had a sequence of trains and metros to make it to Interlochen. We arrived and called the skydiving company to come pick us up and they had cancelled the jumps for that day due to bad weather. We were crushed and stuck at the train station. We were taking the night train to Barcelona that night so we couldn't go too far; honestly, we were so disappointed about the skydiving and didn't have much motivation to pay to do anything else. Embarrasingly enough we were starving and the paid 20 euros to eat at Mcdonalds because that was the cheapest food we could find! Anyway, we had to go back to Bern (the city our train was leaving from that night) and our day started picking up. We were out of our funk and found ourselves in this amazing downtown shopping area in Bern. We found a place to store our packs for the day and felt much better after that. The downtown was alive with farmers markets, shopping, bars, resturants, and loads of people. We walked, talked, laughed, had some drinks, and enjoyed our day. We were still upset about the skydiving but promised each other we would do it in the near future.
Then we boarded our night train. It wasnt five stars or anything but it was fun! We had a double room with two small beds and a sink. It was strange to sleep on a train but not too shabby. I don't think I slept much even after a dramamine, ear plugs, and a full tummy though. We arrived in Barcelona, found our not so nice hostel, and set out to explore the town. I was exhausted. We took a bus tour of the city; I fell asleep during the tour! I wish I could put picures up because Luke took a picture of me fast asleep on the top of the double decker. opps! We went back to our place, took a nap, and went to get dinner! The food in Spain was to die for. We had tapas and sangria...yum yum. We found ourselves lost in the pouring rain, laughing, and enjoying the new scenery. It was a great night especially since I had taken a nap. The next day we were fresh and ready for the beach! We hated our hostel though so we booked a different one and set out to find it. After a very long and hot walk, we were pleasently surprised and happy we switched. We headed for the beach and went the wrong direction on the bus... 2 hours later and nearly 2oclock by this time we were relaxing on the beautiful Barcelona beach. It was very stressful but we found our way and loved the second half of the day. That night we stayed in the hostel the whole night. It wasn't intentional, but it was fun! It was one of those super young and lively hostels. They had a bar, cheap food, and a sangria workshop. We met other travelers, played pool, and competed in a poker tournament. We both lost but the girl we were playing with was a joke. She was beyond rude, and we both walked away wiht nothing. Ha. The experience was fun though! We spent our last day in Barcelona touring a local market, roaming the town, and again, enjoying the food. Then.... the journey from hell began.
20 hours ago I was bummed to leave Barcelona but very excited for Paris. If we only knew what was in store for us, you would have found us on a flight back to Vegas. Not really, but close. We tried to make a reservation for the night train the day before but the guy behind the counter said we couldn't. He gave us strict directions to follow that would lead us to Paris very similar to the other night train. So, we set off on a three hour metro train to Cerebere. This is where we were supposed to catch a different night train. Well apparently the train was completely full, but they told us to wait, speak to the controller and get on a different train. There was alot of people in our same situation so we weren't too scared but no one had any clue waht to do. We were told to just get on the train and you can reserve your seat once your on. LIES! we sat down all right but at the next stop, the train was full and people without a reservation had to stand. It was a nightmare. We stop a different station and they said that if your trying to go to Paris, you need to get on a different train at a different platform. We ran to the other train and ran into the same situation except now we had no clue where we were and the French people didn't want to help us. We hopped on the bus, found two seats, and tried to fit in. Again, there was lots of people doing the same thing we were. Well this was the night train to Paris, a 12 train ride. We were happy to know we were headed in the right direction but confused and frustrated mostly. Sure enough we were kicked out of our seats in no time. We had to stand. We were so tired that we were literally laughing, we couldn't believe it. It was embarrassing too because people thought we just hopped on the train and were trying to rig the system or something. Then we found out there were fires some where in France and all the train systems were messed up so people were jsut jammed into random trains. That was us. We stood for about 30 mintues and finally said screw it. We were deteremined to find somewhere to sit considerign we had 11 more hours to go. We found a bike rack area. It was pretty much filled with bikes and luggage but we were determined to make it work. The nice lady next to us had a comfortanle bedroom and asked her cabin worker to bring us some blankets. Thank god for her... literally! We were able to atleast sit, until we were joined by 3 other people who had apparently already claimed the bike rack. We said please and smiled and made it work for all of us. I think people started feeling bad because they brought water and pillows for the other guys. WE never thought we would be so happy to sleep in a bike rack. I took a picure of Luke and look forward to posting it. Luke cut his leg on the bike brakes, and I had tire marks, but, we slept a little. We kept looking at each other saying this is crazy, and "its part of backpacking". We arrived around 930 this morning to paris and found our hostel. Were still waiting for our room to shower and take a long nap. We plan to go explore tonight and have a fun filled day planned tomorrow. It was crazy and we are so happy to finally be in Paris and sleep. We are exhausted, feeling a little sick, but ready for more! We are however, getting more ready to settle down in Ireland and not live out of a backpack anymore.
The best part of this whole journey is that I get to experience this with my best friend. I get to flirt and laugh everyday. He makes me feel pretty and protected. He's fun, adventurous, and patient! After being long distance for three years, we are soaking in the time together. We aren't sick of each other and so happy to share this wonderful journey as a couple. I feel stronger already and happy its still the beginning. Thanks for all the prayers and support, we still need it!
Ok, this is far too long. I'm proud if you have read this far down! Are plan is to sleep, and then vist most of the famous sites in Paris. Tomorrow night we are going on a date. Like a real date! We are going up the Eiffel Tower at sunset and then splurging on a nice dinner. We are even getting dressed up which doesnt happen when you backpack. Then were headed to Brussels, Amsterdam, London, and finally, Ireland. It's going by so fast!
We miss everyone at home!!!!!
Kates
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