Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Estonia and Finland

Second Stop: Tallinn, Estonia

Estonia? I know, it sounds crazy. Who's even heard of Estonia? The only reason we actually went to Estonia was because it was super cheap to fly to from Stockholm. I knew so little about Estonia before I arrived, that I didn't even know what time zone they were in until the flight attendant told us. As luck would have it, Estonia turned out to be fantastic. We got super freaked flying into Tallinn because it looked like a tornado had gone through and destroyed the city. Everything was run down and dilapidated - Kaitlyn and I immediately had the same thought: "Oh my god. What have we gotten ourselves into." You can only imagine how surprised we were when we arrived in the Old Town and found ourselves staring face to face with this gigantic medieval town that looked like it was part of a Disney theme park. Not a lot of people have heard of Tallinn, so the town didn't reek of tourist traps or overpriced goods like most European cities. Instead, the opposite was true and Tallinn turned out to be the cheapest city we've visited in Europe. 

This picture is in honor of our last Ryan Air flight ever.
The plane was super empty, so we were able to say a proper
 goodbye. We salute you, Ryan Air!
Main entrance into Old Town.
Tallinn is located on the north coast of Estonia, or the
south coast of the Baltic Sea. 
View of Old Town from the top of St. Olav's Church. 
Alexander Nevsky's Orthodox Cathedral - the most
impressive building in Old Town.
These creepy dolls were all over the city, so
naturally I had to get a picture with one! 
This super cool street vendor taught me how to
brand a coin. It was so much fun, and now I
have a random handmade coin from Tallinn.  
A typical street in Tallinn. What a stunning city.
Not only was the city of Tallinn really spectacular, but our hostel was pretty freaking neat. According to Kaitlyn, it was known as the party hostel of Tallinn, and after staying there two nights I can see why!  The people staying at the hostel were all super cool. Most of the guests had been traveling for a really long time. They had no plan, no worry, no stress. I admire people like that because I'm not sure I could just stop work and travel around Europe without knowing what my next step in life was going to be. I wish I had to guts to do it, but I'm too much of a planner to just uproot my life and travel around Europe.

Anyways, back to the hostel. Every night at 7pm, a crazy party breaks out in the common room. Beer is sold for 1 Euro during Happy Hour, so people tend to get drunk really fast. For 4 hours, the manager sits on the couch and teaches everyone how to play drinking games. They also have a table tennis and beer pong table for "friendly" matches. It was a really awesome scene to be a part of. Around 11pm, the manger then takes everyone on a free pub crawl through Old Town. The highlights from Monday night are as follows:
  • The hostel had free computers to use, so after getting back from sightseeing I wanted to check my email, look at the forecast for the next day, and peruse Facebook for a few minutes. Apparently, the hostel has a rule that if you're caught on Facebook after 7:30pm, you've committed a Facebook Violation and have to do a shot of God knows what while lying on your back on the ground. No one told me about the rule, so before I knew it I was on the ground with a random hostel worker pouring a shot down my throat. Shout out to Kaitlyn for catching this beautiful moment on camera ;) 
Facebook Violation shot. One of my roommates got caught
breaking the Facebook Rule, and I guess her shot was made
of ketchup, mustard and mayonaise. Lucky for me mine
was 100% alcohol. 
  • I was sitting at the table playing cards with a bunch of the other people from the hostel, and someone said their name was Ramsey. I was immediately blown away because I've never met anyone with the first name Ramsey. Ramsey then told me that there's another guy staying in the hostel who's nickname was Ramsey. It was an instant bond - Ramsey 1.0 (first name Ramsey), Ramsey 2.0 (nickname Ramsey), and Ramsey 3.0 (last name Ramsey - me) hung out all night. Kaitlyn kept getting mad at us because she couldn't partake in our Ramsey group. No name, no membership! This got way freakier though when we started playing a game. Everyone at the table was dealt 4 cards, but no one was aware of anyone else's cards. At the end of the game, you had to name your cards and flip them over. Out of two decks of cards, Ramsey 1.0 and me had the same four cards: 8, J, 5, and 6. Whoa...freaky, right? Skipping ahead a few hours, the first bar we went to had karaoke and after downing 1 Euro beers for 4 hours I was feeling pretty good. So, the Ramsey clan went up and sang Backstreet Boys. I'm pretty sure it brought tears to people's eyes...
Ramsey 2.0, Ramsey 3.0, Ramsey 1.0 seconds before karaoke 
  • Cocaine Shot: Contrary to its name, a cocaine shot is a shot made from absinthe, créme de menthe, and vodka that one of the bars in Tallinn is famous for. After you hear how the shot is done, you'll understand why our eyes were spinning in crazy directions afterwards. After 6 hours of drinking and failing to eat a proper dinner, Monday night went downhill real fast after the Cocaine Shots kicked in. It's after nights like these that you tell yourself: "I'm never drinking again." 
    • Light the shot on fire and hold a glass over the shot until the fire goes out.
    • Place a straw on the table and put the glass over it leaving the end of the straw sticking out.
    • Drink the shot, but leave a tiny trace on the bottom - Pour what's left on top of the glass.
    • Suck all the air out of the glass through the straw.
    • Snort the remainder of the shot off the top of the glass.
I stole this picture from Kaitlyn to show you what the
Cocaine shots look like.
Tuesday was a very, very, very low key day. A bunch of us from the hostel went and tried these funky pancakes for breakfast. They were basically massive crepes filled with random food. Mine had salami, cheese, and pickles. I definitely did not understand why they thought pickles would go well in a pancake, but I went with it and gave it a try. Other people's had minced meat or seafood inside. Afterwards, Kaitlyn, myself, and an Air Force guy we met from Nebraska walked through the Old Town a bit more.

In the afternoon, we visited an old Soviet Union prison located on the banks of the Baltic Sea. This was easily one of the freakiest tours I've ever been on. Unlike the concentration camps which have been cleaned up and rebuilt for viewing purposes, the prison looked exactly how it did when it was abandoned. Most of the plumbing and electricity didn't work, the paint was peeling off the walls, and papers were strewn about all over the place. It was so eery walking around. Plus our guide told us they didn't have the key to most of the doors, so if we got ourselves locked in a room chances are it would take awhile to get us out. The freakiest room was the room where people were shot. The room was painted bright red so it was easier to clean after blood splattered on it. Another thing that added to the eeriness of the prison was the fact that it hasn't been out of use for all that long. The collapse of the Soviet Union happened in 1991, so the prison has only been abandoned for 20 years. Our guide was actually from Estonia, and a bunch of his family had spent time in the prison. The strangest part about the whole tour though is that the prison is now being used for raves and parties. Behind the prison is a little beach with a bar. On weekends, our tour guide acts as DJ for raves. Kaitlyn was flabbergasted and asked him whether it was weird hosting raves at a prison where his family members were once tortured. He merely responded that he thought it was a good use of space. So bizzarre.

Outside the old Soviet Union prison
The inside of this place really gave me the creeps. Paint was
peeling off the walls, and I was worried that someone was
going to jump out of nowhere and murder us.
The barrocks. Our tour guide taught us a lot about the
hierarchy among inmates and the physical/sexual
abuse that took place in these rooms.
The "Outdoor Space" which was actually
just a small room without a ceiling.
There are two more things I want to say about Tallinn, then I promise I'll shut up and move on to Helsinki. The first is about a medieval tavern called Ill Draakon. The restaurant only serves two dishes: Minced Meat Pie and Elk Soup. Upon entering the tavern, you find yourself in a dark, cave like room with two woman standing in front of a large wood burning stove and a massive vat of soup. Small wooden tables and chairs are scattered throughout the room, and there's a bed that you can rent for sleeping in the corner. Did I mention that everything in this restaurant is 1 Euro?! That's right. 1 Minced Meat Pie = 1 Euro. 1 bowl of Elk Soup = 1 Euro. So you can literally stuff your face for 5 Euros. I told you Estonia was cheap!

1 Euro Minced Meat Pie and Elk Soup. I'd recommend the
Minced Meat Pie over  the soup, but that's just my opinion.
Finally, although Monday night was a crazy shit show for me, Tuesday night was significantly more tame. Thank god. 
  • The thought of beer was still somewhat unsettling to me come Tuesday at 7pm, so I definitely took it easy on the second night. One of the guys staying at our hostel was from Canada, and he taught us how to play a game called Peanuts. What you do is you form 2 relay teams. Everyone has a glass of beer and a peanut. The first person drops their peanut into the beer, and as soon as it floats back up to the top they chug the beer, slam the cup, and the next person goes. First team to finish their beer wins. 
  • A Scottish guy from our hostel made a bet with me about who the lead actor was in the original (key word) version of "Oklahoma." I tried to explain to him that I lived in Oklahoma, had seen the movie a thousand, and was positive that Huge Jackman was not the lead actor. But he was insistent on making the bet anyways. Needless to say, he lost.
  • At one of the bars we went to I met a girl who grew up in Wisconsin but now lived in Boston. We hit it off right away and had a blast together! By the end of the night, I think we had done 6 Cocaine Shots together. Even with these shots, Tuesday night went much better then Monday. Curse the 1 Euro beer!

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Third Destination: Helsinki, Finland

On Wednesday, we took a short two hour cruise across the Baltic Sea to the Finnish city of Helsinki. I don't want to spend too much time talking about Helsinki though. I found the city to be obnoxiously modern and somewhat boring. Our hostel in Helsinki was really creepy. It was located in the backside of the 1952 Olympic Stadium, and it reminded me far too much of an insane asylum. The corridor was lined with heavy steel doors and the place just reeked of cleaning products. I'm not sure why it smelled of cleaning products, because it was definitely not the cleanest hostel I've ever stayed at. Thankfully we only had to stay there one night. As we were leaving the hostel, Kaitlyn stopped by the vending machine to buy a Snicker's bar. I wasn't watching too closely, but all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I saw her entire arm disappear into the retrieval tray. Suddenly she stands up and goes "I can't find it. I swear it dropped. This is tripping me out big time!" So I walk over there, stick my hand in, and immediately grab the Snicker's bar. After two nights of partying and getting very little sleep, this "incident" sent us into a fit of giggles. I haven't laughed that hard in a really long time, and I'm sure the worker behind the desk thought we were mental!

Our cruise ship!
1952 Helsinki Olympic Stadium - aka home sweet home
for 24 hours
Story: We were walking along the banks of
the lake when we happened across these ducks.
At first everything seemed normal, but then
two of the male ducks started chasing the
female duck. Duck rape anyone? At one point,
the female duck literally started flying at our
heads so Kaitlyn and I screeched and took cover.
Parliament Building...I think...
A typical street in Helsinki. Street cars and industrial
looking buildings were everywhere.
The Cathedral - from the outside it looks really nice, but the
inside is definitely disappointing. It's just this big open church
painted light blue and white. There was very little ornamentation
and the only impressive object was a chandelier hanging in the
center of the aisle. 
Locks of Love. I'm beginning to think every European city
has one of these bridges. I need to go look for Hamburg's.
Uspensky Cathedral at Katajanokka
One really neat thing about staying in Helsinki was having to opportunity to experience nearly 24 hours of daylight. The sun "sets" at 10:30pm (but it doesn't really get dark until sometime after midnight) and by 2am a faint glow is already visible in the sky. It was a really weird feeling waking up at 4am to a sun bathed room. I'm convinced that it messed with my sleep schedule that night.

We had a few hours to kill on Thursday before our flight to London, so Kaitlyn and I visited the Helsinki zoo. The zoo was actually really neat because it was located on an island. As soon as you walked across the bridge, you were completely surrounded by fields of animals. Although I really like visiting zoos, they kind of make me sad. The birds are trapped in these tiny cages, and the animals only have a small area to walk around. If I was trapped in a cage I'd go crazy!

A cheetah chowing down on a hunk of raw meat.
The camels were kind of gross. They had this double skin
thing going on and they smelled pretty bad.
A male peacock  
I have no idea what this little guy was, but isn't he adorable?
The dilapidated bus we took back to the city. It puffed out a cloud
of black smoke when it started up, a bunch of the windows were
painted out, and a big chunk was missing out of the back.
So as it stands now we are 7 days into the trip, have visited 3 countries, and have been on 2 plane rides, 2 boat rides, and 6 bus rides, and yet find ourselves surprisingly chipper, alert, and ready to take on London.

Resting our feet on the way to the airport.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

My time as a Viking

Pentacost: some random religious holiday that resulted in an entire week off from school. Let's see...I'm living in Europe and have 10 consecutive days off from University. Hmm. What to do? What to do?

First stop: Stockholm, Sweden

Getting to Stockholm was a complete disaster. It normally takes 1 hour by bus to get to Lübeck airoprt, but a crummy lane merge caused us to sit in traffic for 3 hours. Thankfully, we were taking a Ryan Air operated bus to the airport, so they had to hold the flight until we arrived. Most of the airport workers were trying to rush us through security as quickly as possible, but this one security guard was being really weird. He pulled my bag aside, instructed me take out my camera, turn it on, and take a picture for him. He then promptly informed me that taking photos was not allowed in the security checkpoint and made me delete it. Thanks buddy...I sure feel safer now that you've checked my camera. Once we got to Stockholm, we ended up sitting in more traffic. Once again, a supposed 1 hour bus ride from the airport to downtown turned into a 2.5 hour ordeal. This time it was caused by a random stop light at the end of a major highway - brilliant design plan. We were tired, frustrated, and hungry when we finally arrived in Stockholm. Not a good way to start a 10 day trip.

Ten days worth of clothes, toiletries, adaptors, chargers,
and paperwork stuffed into one backpack. That takes skill.
Sad and unhappy after being stuck in traffic for 3 hours.
My day continued to go downhill after we checked into the hostel. Stockholm uses the Swedish Korona, so we had to find an ATM shortly after arriving. On the way to the bank, this random guy on the street started following us and talking to us. I refused to answer him, but Kaitlyn felt bad and just couldn't ignore him. As soon as she opened her mouth, he started gushing over the fact that we were American. He asked us where we were from, but before Kaitlyn could answer the Masshole in me promptly told him that it was none of his business. He turned, faced me, and told me in a snooty voice: "I wasn't talking to you!" He then turned back to Kaitlyn and continued to talk to her. Insult #1 of the night. As we walked back towards central station to get food, a super sketchy man turned, looked us up and down, then pointed at Kaitlyn and said something along the lines of: "I like that one." Even though I don't appreciate creepy men on the street saying nice things to me, I still felt offended! Insult #2 of the night. Needless to say, Kaitlyn was a big hit with the Swedish freaks that night!

On Saturday we walked all over downtown Stockholm. At first I was very much underwhelmed with the city. It had a very cookie cutter and industrial feel to it. I expected it to be much more in tune with its aquatic surroundings, resembling something more along the lines of the old fishing towns you find in New England. As we got closer to the water, it kind of evolved into more of what I was expecting. In the afternoon, we visited the large park Djurgärden which is located on a massive island just outside downtown. The garden was so serene, and it offered a nice break from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Stockholm is apparently a massive shopping city. H&M
was founded here, so it's on every other street corner. We must
have passed 10 different H&M stores in a 3 block radius.
Looking across the water into Galma Stan, the oldest part
of the city.
The Royal Palace 
On Saturday morning, we just happened to be walking by
the Royal Palace, when all of a sudden we heard music
playing and saw this random processional of men dressed in
blue uniforms riding by. We followed them all the way to the
Royal Palace where there were men standing with cannons
and guns. Apparently, the Changing of the Guards also takes
place in Stockholm. Who knew! 
This boy was making waffle cones from scratch!
A typical view in Stockholm - lots of water, lots of boats, and
lots of beautiful buildings.
Djurgärden - the park was huge. It had open fields, forested
walking paths, tons of flowers, and a large lake for people to
picnic around.
Eating on Saturday was...challenging...for lack of a better word. Everything you've heard about Scandinavia being expensive is true. So rather then wasting a ton of money on mediocre food, we decided to slum it for a few days. Most of our meals came from COOP, the local grocery store, and 7-Eleven. A box of pasta and tomato sauce cost $8 at 7-Eleven. So word to the wise, either prepare yourself for the outrageous food prices or be ready to fast for the duration of your trip.

On Sunday, we took a boat through the archipelago that surrounds Stockholm to the Viking island of Birka (Björkö). While in Sweden, we wanted to do something Vikings related, so we decided to take a Viking's themed tour. This ended up being a really amazing experience because we got to see the more rural side of Sweden as well as learn about the history of their people. Birka is an UNESCO World Heritage Site because it is one of the best examples of a Viking trading settlement. Apparently, Nordic people did not live in towns. They were farmers and self providers, so the fact that a town once stood on the island of Birka makes it exceptional. I learned a ton about the Vikings on that tour. First off, apparently a Viking is an occupation, not a group of people. Only 1-2% of the Scandinavian population were Vikings, or Norse warriors and explorers. Also, those funny little Vikings hats with the two horns that you see them wearing in movies is false. They never, ever, ever wore hats like those. The "horns" were actually drinking glasses. Lastly, Vikings always buried their dead in small boats. They would put the dead in a boat with some of their most prized processions and then cover it with dirt creating a large mound. Hence, burial mounds are scattered all over Norway, Sweden, and Denmark. It is against the law to dig up the mounds, search for artifacts, or disturb a historic site, but if you happen upon an artifact from the Viking age, it's worth quite a bit.

Touring the archipelago on our way to Birka.
Somewhere along the way I fell in love with
a Viking <3
A reconstructed version of what a traditional house in a
Viking trading settlement would look like.
The Vikings were known for building some
of the fastest ships in the world.
Viking burial mounds. Under each mound is the grave of
a Viking or Nordic person.
The location of the Viking trading settlement of Birka. 
Ta da! The beautiful Swedish scenery. Water, pine trees, and
rocks. It reminded me so much of Vermont and New Hampshire.
Our last night in Sweden was a tad bit uncomfortable. We were staying in a six bed hostel room, and our roommates up to that point had been relatively young - the traditional hostel crowd. On Sunday we had this really old guy with a greasy combover staying in our room. He was easily old enough to be my grandfather. It just kind of creeped me out to be sharing a hostel room with him. Kaitlyn and I had gone to bed early that evening, but at one point he left the room and I whispered to Kaitlyn: "Kaitlyn? Are you awake? I'm really freaked out." Needless to say, I tossed and turned all night long, and I constantly found myself dreaming that the old man was watching me sleep. Thankfully we left early the next morning to catch our flight to Estonia...

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The Tale of the Schnitzel Hangover

After seven calm, travel-free weeks in Hamburg, I've once again been on the move. Destination: Wien, Österreich (Vienna, Austria). Every year, meteorology students from Germany, Austria, and Switzerland get together for a student conference known as StuMeTa. From Thursday through Saturday, students participate in lectures, workshops, and field trips. Unfortunately, when the signup for StuMeTa first began, I was unsure of my class schedule. Since I did not want to risk missing class, I postponed signing up. By the time I realized my classes were canceled, enrollment was already full. But alas, I still traveled to Wien, hung out with my friends, and had an absolutely amazing time. 

After a short 1.5 hour flight, Daniela and I arrived in Wien late Thursday evening. We settled into our freakishly nice hostel and then met up with a bunch of our meteorology friends for a drink. Tired from traveling and not wanting to ruin our sightseeing plans for Friday morning, Daniela and I headed back early while the others went out dancing.

Friday was amazing. I had not one, not two, but three maps to sightsee with. The tour guide barbie in me was as giddy as a schoolgirl. After a quick tour around Museum Quartier (Museum Quarter), Daniela and I met up with Kaitlyn and Jobst, one of the German exchange students from last semester. We meandered around downtown ogling over prominent churches and famous buildings. My favorite building was definitely the Stephansdom, a large church located smack dab in the center of downtown. It had brightly colored stained glass windows that, when the sun shone through, reflected crazy beams of colors all around the church. I instantly felt like I was in some sort of crazy religious disco when I walked in.

Museum Quartier - This is one of the three large buildings
that make up Wien's museum district.
Volksgarten with the enormous public library in the
background
Parliament
Rathaus - The Life Ball, a large HIV/AIDS awareness charity
event, was taking place in front of Wien's Rathaus last
weekend. Unfortunately we weren't able to get a good look
at it, but we did see a lot of people dressed up on the train.
At the time, we had no idea why men wearing large wings,
were riding the subway, but it all makes so much sense now!
Inside Stephansdom - large stained glass windows on either
side of the center aisle reflected vibrant colors all over the
church.
Mozart's house. I could not for the life of me
find this building. For the first time ever, the
 maps let me down. Thankfully, Jobst came to
the rescue and found it for me :)
We ended up losing Kaitlyn at this point in the tour. Very little sleep + dancing the night away left her tired and sluggish. So she bailed on us and went to sleep in the park. After she left, we walked through Stadtpark (the city park) and Schloss Belvedere, a large palace in the middle of the city. The palace stood proudly on top of a small hill overlooking its many gardens and fountains. Unbeknownst to us, the palace had actually been turned into an art museum. So we paid for admittance thinking that we were viewing a grand house, but instead we were greeted with room after room of artwork. You all know how much I love art museums, so I was definitely in my element...(sarcasm). It was seriously my worst nightmare come true - I ended up in an art museum without even knowing I was going into an art museum. I was caught completely off guard and had no time to mentally prepare myself. The only saving grace was I got to see the famous painting "The Kiss" by Gustav Klimt that Daniela and I had been talking about only hours before.

Hanging out with Johann Strauss in Stadtpark.
I'm really starting to miss my violin...five months
is too long. It's going to think I don't love it anymore.
A large flower clock in Stadtpark 
Daniela, Jobst, and me in front of Schloss Belvedere
View from Schloss Belvedere overlooking the gardens
and downtown Wien
We saw a lot of other famous landmarks on Friday, but those were definitely my favorites. After day one of sightseeing, a few things became apparent to us. First off, Wien is the city of scaffolding. Seriously - it's everywhere! Every famous building seemed to be hidden behind massive amounts of scaffolding. I mean, I guess it's good that the city has money to maintain its historic buildings, but it was a bit irritating after awhile. Second, Wien is one of the prettiest cities I've ever been to. Most of the buildings are white, and they are highly ornamented with statues and metal work. A lot of the backstreets are also made out of cobblestone adding to the romantic aura of the city. Third, there are beautiful parks and gardens all over the city. I thought Hamburg had a lot of green space, but compared to Wien it might as well be a concrete jungle.

A typical street in Wien.
On Friday night, we met up with a bunch of our other friends and went to this "eat as much as you want, pay as much as you want" Pakistani restaurant. Basically, they had this buffet style table and you could help yourself to whatever you wanted. Then, on the way out, you went up to the cashier and payed however much you wanted. It all seemed quite strange to me, but the food was amazing so I didn't question it. I don't feel like this type of restaurant would work in the US. I think a lot of people would abuse the system and not pay for their meal - shows you how much faith I have in the American public. After dinner, we met up with more of our meteorology friends. By this point, there were probably 20 to 25 of us all hanging out. It was so much fun going to a random bar in a random city with all of our friends from Hamburg.

Saturday was hands down one of the best days I've had in Europe thus far. We started the day by going to Schloss Schönbrunn which is a large palace on the outskirts of Wien. There was a long wait when we got there, so we ended up walking around the gardens for two hours until it was our time to tour the palace. The palace was elegant and dramatic both inside and out, and it was easy to see why it had once been the summer home for the head of the kingdom.

Front entrance to Schloss Schöbrunn
Most of the gardens were flanked with tree lined paths that
ended at large fountains or monuments.
Gloriette
View of Schloss Schöbrunn and the accompanying gardens
from the Gloriette
Daniela and I had been craving dessert all week, so we
convinced Jobst to get overpriced cake with us at the
palace's restaurant. It was indescribably delicious and
worth every penny.
If you've made it this far in the blog, congratulations. Herein lies the most comical, and yet most painful, story from the trip: The Tale of the Schnitzel Hangover. My one goal when visiting Austria was to eat genuine Wiener Schnitzel, a traditional Austrian dish of breaded and fried veal. Quite often, Schnitzel is made with pork instead of veal. If this is the case, it cannot legally be called Wiener Schnitzel. Apparently, the term Wiener Schnitzel is protected by law in Germany and Austria and can only be applied to Schnitzel made from veal. Random, right? Anyways, twelve of us went to a place called Schnitzelwirt for dinner. According to the internet, this restaurant served some of the best Wiener Schnitzel in town. The internet also warned us that the portion sizes were huge, but being hungry college students, none of us heeded the warning. Our mistake. When they brought out the first round of Wiener Schnitzels, I thought "Surely they must be trying to save the waiter multiple trips to the kitchen by putting two meals on one plate." But the plates kept coming, and coming, and coming, and I quickly realized that it was all one meal. Cue nervous laughter...

Wiener Schnitzel - hammered veal covered in bread crumbs
and fried. Note the size of the Schnitzel in comparison
to the size of the lemon and keep in mind that half of the
bottom piece is being covered by the top piece. 
Just before eating the Wiener Schnitzel. It's hard to imagine
how people this happy could be so miserable mere minutes later.
First bite - amazing. Second bite - amazing. The problem was, it tasted so good that none of us wanted to waste any of it. So, we all kept eating, and eating, and eating. It quickly went from being the best tasting veal I've ever had to the most nauseating veal I've ever had. By the end, we were all stuffed beyond belief and feeling nauseously uncomfortable. Some people were even experiencing what we dubbed "Schnitzel fever. " Definition: a feeling of uncomfortable warmth accompanied by intense sweating after stuffing your face with Wiener Schnitzel. Those schnitzels nearly killed us. Apparently schnapps is supposed to help sooth an uncomfortable stomach, so we all did a shot of schnapps. Unfortunately, I was so full that my stomach was beyond repair. After finally getting the umption up to move, we shuffled over to a nearby bar to watch the Bayern München vs Chelsea football (soccer) game. It ended up being a really close game that went into overtime followed by a shootout. Unfortunately, Bayern lost in the last seconds of the game, so everyone was kind of sad and depressed. Afterwards, Daniela and I headed back to our hostel to get a few hours of sleep before our early flight out the next morning. When I went to bed, I still felt uncomfortably full from the Wiener Schnitzel, but the intense stomach pain was passing. Fast forward 4 hours to our early 5am wakeup alarm - the second I woke up I knew something wasn't right. I felt massively hungover, yet I only had one beer the night before. Suddenly it hit me - it was the damn schnitzel! I was officially experiencing a "Schnitzel Hangover." Not only did I feel awful, but I was sweating out oil and grease from every pore in my body. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to shower, so I had to fly back to Hamburg in my greasy, sweaty, hungover state. I felt really bad for the guy sitting next to me, but what was I to do? I figured that once I got up and started moving around I would feel better. Boy was I wrong. That darn Schnitzel Hangover knocked me out for 18 hours. Just the thought of fried food still makes my stomach churn. Moral of the story: beware of eating massive amounts of Wiener Schnitzel because if you don't get hit with the Schnitzel Fever you're bound to experience the painfully uncomfortable Schnitzel Hangover.

Tschüss!

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Mission: Find Waffles

Sooo, it's been a while since my last update. Life got a thousand times busier after classes at the university started, and unfortunately I haven't had much time for writing. A lot of the past month has been filled with school work, hanging out with friends, and getting dominated by pregnant women at the gym. (Story: Daniela and I joined a gym and attend a lot of the classes. The instructor of this one yoga class was pregnant, and she completely showed us up. We were seriously made to look like fools. At one point, she wanted us to do the Crow Pose (Click for an image). Daniela and I just looked at each other and laughed. There was no way in hell either of us could do it.)

Before I sat down to write this blog, I took a look back at my planner to figure out what exactly I had done in the past month. Rather then writing a long, boring post, I've decided to highlight the three most important, and somewhat comical, events that have taken place since my last update.

  • Pulling an all-nighter in honor of 'The Waffle': I've been in Hamburg for almost five months, and the American food cravings are starting to set in. One of the first cravings I had was for waffles - the big, fluffy, soft ones. German waffles are really dense and flat, and they just leave something to be desired. I was told back in April that you can get fresh Belgium waffles at the Fischmarkt (Fish Market), so I made it my mission to find these supposedly mouth-watering waffles. A traditional "Hamburg" thing to do is to stay up all night Saturday and go to the Fischmarkt at 5am on Sunday morning when it opens. The Fischmarkt is this massive market on the harbor that sells everything from (you guessed it) fish to clothing to trinkets to food. The fish come in every possible shape and size - big ones, small ones, living ones, dead ones, cooked ones, raw ones, ones with eyeballs, ones without eyeballs, etc. Vendor carts line the road leading up to the market, and people just meander along taking everything in. When you enter the building, you're eyes are immediately greeted by row after row of benches and your ears are greeted by the sound of a live band playing on the stage. Even though it's 5am, everyone is drinking, dancing, laughing, and having a good time. It's an interesting mix of people: half the people in the market are just starting their day while the other half are still finishing off the night before. The Fischmarkt is conveniently located close to the Reeperbahn, so a lot of people stay out all night partying and then make their way over to the market in the wee hours of the morning. Three weeks ago, Kaitlyn, Daniela, and I finally pulled the traditional all-nighter and meandered with all the other crazies over to the Fischmarkt at 5am. On the way there, Daniela and I thought it would be a great idea to play soccer with a random plastic milk carton we found in the street. In hindsight, this probably wasn't my brightest idea. Halfway to the market, I lost my footing and down I went. Three weeks later, my knee still hasn't fully recuperated. Ouch! Anyways, getting back to the original story... So we all went inside the market, quickly found the waffle vendor, and bought the most delicious waffles I've ever had. Halfway through devouring my waffle, I felt a sharp nudge from Kaitlyn. I looked up and found myself staring at The Queen Elizabeth (Click for an image). No joke! Kaitlyn and I looked at each other, quickly evaluated how sober we were, and then started laughing because we realized that we were sitting on the boardwalk, all dressed up, eating waffles, and staring at one of the world's most famous cruise ships. It was a fitting ending to a memorable evening. 
Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera with me the night we
got waffles. But here's a picture I took of the Fischmarkt a
few months ago
  • Kailyn's 21st Birthday: Turning 21 is a big deal for any American. Everyone wants to have a memorable 21st birthday filled with plenty of "Remember when..." moments. Even though my actual 21st birthday was somewhat of a disappointment, I will always look back fondly on my birthday trip to Vegas and laugh at my very own "Remember when..." moments. Well, that special day finally came for Kaitlyn, and it just happened to fall on a Friday. Kaitlyn had been planning her 21st birthday ever since the first night we partied on the Reeperbahn. So on Friday night, Kaitlyn got a huge group of friends together, and we all went to our favorite Irish bar. It was Kaitlyn's goal to have 21 shots on her 21st birthday, and I'm happy to say - Mission Accomplished. Kaitlyn really wanted the three of us to wear matching shirts, so we all bought shirts and wrote funny sayings on them. My shirt said: "die Nüchterne Freundin" or "The Sober Friend." I could think of no better gift (other then homemade brownies) to give Kaitlyn on her 21st birthday then sobriety and the accompanying promise of getting her home safe and sound at the end of the night. As expected, the night was one for the record books - one part drinking, one part drama, and one part tears. But, at the end of the night, all that mattered was that Kaitlyn made it home alive with a bucketload of hilarious "Remember when..." memories.
Our matching birthday shirts
The birthday girl and me
  • Hafengeburtstag: Hamburg's Harbor celebrated its 818th birthday this past weekend. Every year, Hamburg throws a massive party in celebration of the Harbor's Birthday. The entire harbor fills up with rows of vendors and thousands of people. The city expects that over 2 million people visit each year. A bunch of famous ships come into port for the weekend, including frigates, cruise ships, and tugboats. One of the highlights of the weekend is the Tugboat Ballet. The world's best tugboat operators get together and put on a performance on the River Elbe. For one hour, a group of tugboats perform a "dance" in the port. It's apparently a really difficult job and requires a high level of expertise. It was really cool and all, but honestly I got bored watching it after 20 minutes. Afterwards, we shuffled along with the crowd taking in all the sounds and smells of the festival. Unlike crappy American carnival food, the food served by German vendors at large festivals is really amazing! So naturally I stuffed my face with sausage, fries, and bread. How German of me. Even though the festivities continued all weekend, I was completely exhausted from Kaitlyn's birthday party and still had a ton of homework to do. So, admittedly, I skipped out early and missed most of the celebration. 
Part of the Tugboat Ballet