Wasn’t planning on two parts but the previous post got a bit long. After the Moco I did this
Then wandered around taking some photos
Ran into my friend
Then it started getting dark
And I’ll end where I began
Wasn’t planning on two parts but the previous post got a bit long. After the Moco I did this
Then wandered around taking some photos
Ran into my friend
Then it started getting dark
And I’ll end where I began
This is my last full day! I had the 29th stuck in my head as the day I was leaving, but that’s actually the day I get back! D’oh! My journey home tomorrow starts with a fight to Copenhagen where I’ll have a 12 hour layover; planned ahead, booked a room, might have an hour or two for Denmarkventuring.
So this being my last full day I implemented Plan A from yesterday. When I arrived I took too many of these and couldn’t decide which to post
I liked the photobombers, nice smiles.
Then I went to the Moco Museum for the Banksy exhibit. Here’s a few shots with limited commentary
And a few with commentary.
Partners
My favorite
What usually happens to me
These go together
Mickey Snake
Sculpture garden
Last stop here
Since flying into Copenhagen on my way to Holland I’ve felt ashamed. I have a Masters Degree in Geography, have taught the subject for nearly 20 years and while I knew the capitol of Denmark was Copenhagen, I had no clue that 1) Denmark had a bunch of islands
and more importantly 2) Copenhagen is so dang close to Sweden!
See?!
…and since I have I’ve done most of the obligatory touristy things, and since I’m staying with family I can do things like… go grocery shopping.
Grocery shopping in another country is only mildly more interesting than shopping at home but intriguing enough. It’s nerdy fun looking at the same, yet different, foods as well as coming across familiar products like Coke in different sizes. Like I said, mildly more interesting.
After the neighborhood grocery we went to a COSTCOish type store that my brother said was more of a restaurant supply place, now THAT was more intriguing. They had plates made out of wheat…
…jars of weenies…
…large containers of sardines(?), anchovies(?)…
…and United States beef…from the Frozen Butcher? Produced below zero degrees?
Why is production at that temperature important?
The remainder of my afternoon was spent walking to and wandering through Utrecht’s old city center, window shopping, taking a few photos and having a beer in a cafe with the proprietor and his cat. Speaking of cats, I call this one Fuzzy.
Fuzzy because I saw him sitting comfortably in this tranquil, if chilly, space, thought it’d make a good photo, then as I knelt to get a better angle he got up to say, “Hi.” I had to snap the photo quickly, thus Fuzzy.
Some things that caught my eye included her
This
This
That
which was below this
And lastly this, from three sides
Copenhagen; Flight from SFO wasn’t bad, slept a bit, and the legion of babies and toddlers hardly peeped at all. Of course I had my headphones on watching movies, as was everyone apparently. It was a little Orwellian, or maybe Bradburian (if that isn’t a thing, it should be) to notice everyone glued to a ‘telescreen’.
2 hour layover wandering the airport people watching and shopping for replacement headphones, as I had inadvertently broken mine, when I saw this at a newsstand:
“You know that’s a Danish magazine?” Says the cashier.
“Yep, I do; but gotta have it.”
One of the first things we did upon arriving in Vienna was head to Naschmarkt, yes, another public market, to find some food. While I apparently did not photograph the actual market I did take this where we ate:
Which roughly, very roughly, translates to, “Why are we arguing? You are sausage, I am sausage… we’re both angry men (?) let’s eat well anyway!” (My German is marginal and my Austrian is even worse! Google Translate helped me make an educated guess.)
After lunch, satiated with wurst, we embarked on a short walking tour where we saw the ‘cabbage’, the opera house, and the Albertina museum. I did go into the museum and will touch on that in a bit.
During our tour a few things caught my attention including this:
…this banana…
…horses in pink hats…
…and though I do know what the verb ‘fahren’ means I couldn’t resist taking a photo of this:
Where’s Howard Stern when you need him?
(Story note: I started this several days ago, and have no idea where I was going with it, so I’ll pretend we went from here to….)
Schönbrunn was our next stop the grounds of which were beautiful and I played with some filters on my camera…
…ran to see this…(wasn’t sure I could make the walk to it in time and get back on the bus)…
…got there and saw this…
…snapped a few photos using filters again…
…then headed back to the bus. Another quick note of interest before I move one is that we did get a tour of the palace and on that tour we received ear pieces to better hear our guide who was using a microphone. Awesome! Right? Well, yes, except when the Chinese tour guide and her group kept getting too close and her audio would interfere with ours. Our guide tried to rectify the situation but the Chinese guide either didn’t understand, or just didn’t care. We let them pass.
While in Vienna we ate good food…
…saw some sweet roman ruins…
…and some of us, for some crazy reason, decided to climb the 400 some-odd steps to the top of St. Stephen’s Cathedral…
…ok, maybe it was for the view.
At some point during our visit a few of us went to the Albertina Museum and saw some great pieces…
…and afterward I took this from the observation deck(?)…
…and wondered, “What’s with the giant green rabbit?” Never did find out; that’s ok, after-all isn’t it better just to wonder sometimes?
Part of living in the house you grew up in is that you put off sorting through the boxes of family photos, movies, and slides for extended periods of time. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Perhaps you’re meant to go through the records of yours and your family’s’ life at the “right” times. The trick is to recognize those times.
Rummaging through one of the plethora of boxes documenting my family’s life I came across this:
…which is apparently part of the record from my Dad studying at the Mozarteum in Austria one summer; note the tuition. Discovering this of course conjured up memories of the tales he would tell of that time including the time he taught his landlady how to make “American” hamburgers. Before he could he had to go to a butcher to explain how to grind the meat, then to a baker to describe how to make the bun. Too bad he didn’t have a cell phone; coulda just shown them photos!
Since one of our destinations this summer is Austria, I’ll be taking this with me so Pops can “travel” with me.
This day started with a visit to a concentration camp. The camp is called Sachsenhausen and is located in Oranienburg, Germany about 22 miles north of Berlin. We had to walk from the train station to the camp and along the way I was struck by how ordinary the town was. Some of the houses we passed very near the camp looked like summer homes and all were very neatly kept. I also found it interesting that there were markers posted every so often with stories of the camp. I had wondered how Germans dealt with the legacy of the Nazi’s, I felt it would be under the rug somewhat but I was wrong. Entering the camp was a bit surreal and seeing the “Arbeit Mach Frei” on the gate was unsettling. Again, nothing makes history more tangible than travel. I have taught about the Holocaust, but to see the actual places where the plans were carried out is powerful. This camp was smaller than I had expected then I realized it was built in a populated area. We had a limited amount of time there so I walked faster than I wanted but covered a lot of ground.
After snapping some initial photos I walked over to one of the barracks that is now a museum. Of the many photos and artifacts that were in the museum I was most affected by the actual logs of people who had been sterilized; it was a stack of journals about 4 feet high. The fact that the Nazi’s kept such meticulous records is disturbing; no, it’s more than disturbing, it’s shocking, offensive, and unfathomable. I go to the end of the barracks and panicked momentarily because I couldn’t find the exit, I had to get out. Luckily I found the exit relatively quickly.
Following the barracks I walked over to the pathology building and mortuary where medical experiments were conducted. They actually had to design and construct a building for that purpose. I then wandered the grounds first coming across mass graves and a wall with commemorative plaques from other countries, and finally toward the memorial erected in the center of the camp. Upon exiting the camp I briefly stepped into the main museum and was met by an actual Nazi uniform which shook me a bit. Overall a sobering experience.
It was a fittingly rainy day to visit the Wannsee House and Potsdam. The Wannsee House is where the Nazi’s planned the final solution. It is now a museum and educational site. What struck me the most was the beautiful setting of the house; a country retreat overlooking a beautiful lake. The juxtaposition of the setting and what occurred inside the house is, well, bizarre. It was also very unsettling to see photos of Hitler in Germany. I had several ‘shaken to the core’ moments, very similar to seeing the Vietnam memorial for the first time, or seeing the planes slam into the twin towers; a very visceral recognition, understanding, and acceptance that this was real, it actually happened.
It was apropos for us to visit the location of the Potsdam Conference after the Wannsee House. The place in Potsdam where the conference was held was at least equal to the beauty of the Wannsee House. I spent my limited time wandering the grounds rather than taking the tour of the building inside. It was moving to stand on the same patio where Churchill, Wilson, and Stalin sat following the war.