Let me start by saying, Thank you Jesus for getting me to Barcelona and keeping me safe. Barcelona is an incredible city, but every person I talk to ends up giving me advice on how to not get robbed or worse. No worries though…I’m a smart traveler
My digs here in Barca are unlike any I’ve been in yet. This is a real hostel. I’m in a room with 11 other girls, 9 of whom are all friends here on holiday and determined to have a big night, every night. Thankfully, they have been pretty quite coming home so far. I’m the one who is feeling guilty as I am still up coughing much of the night. I’ve been trying to stifle the noise in my pillow as much as possible, while being careful not to suffocate myself in the process. There is a great common room with FREE, unlimited internet access, something I have gone without for far too long! And the staff here is really great, helpful and friendly.
Yesterday I went exploring. Took a long walk down Las Ramblas, the main drag, and saw all sorts of things. The things they sell here made me laugh; anyone want to buy a chipmunk?? Or maybe a giant dragon costume would be more to your liking? Then I came across “El Marceta de Boqueria;” what can only be describes as a fruit lover’s (me) dream. I was surrounded by the most vibrant and exotic array of fruit I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t decide what to have first. After some serious consideration, I settled on a strawberry, kiwi, and mango plate; it was fabulous.
I continued my walk down to the harbor and ended up at the aquarium. I gawked at the funky fish and huge sharks for while in the much appreciated air conditioning. Then I did something I’ve tried very hard not to for the last 3 months; went to Starbucks for an iced Vanilla Latte and it was delicious. I spent the rest of the afternoon doing in laundry and catching up on all things viral at the hostel.
Today I planned on venturing to the beach, but alas, it’s been pouring rain all day. Determined to make this day count, I decided to do as much touristy things as I could. I started by climbing the HUGE hill to Parc Guell where there is a lookout over the whole city of Barcelona. It’s too bad it wasn’t a better day, the view was amazing. Then I followed the paths to the Gaudi Park. Gaudi’s artistic influence is visible all over the city, but particularly at this park. There are interesting monuments and mosaics everywhere.
Then I made my way to the main cathedral which is under construction and not very appealing at the moment. Not to mention, the torrential downpour that ensued just as I left the metro, ugh. I came back the hostel for dinner and just in time to watch Roger Federer power his way into the Roland Garros final. I watched with a German, and 2 Spaniards; it was really fun.
Tonight I went to the “Magic Fountain;” a water show that puts the one at the Bellagio in Vegas to complete shame!! It was so so so cool. On the weekends they have a pretty much continuously starting at 9:30, so I just went and sat for over an hour. The fountain is set to great music and incredible lighting schemes. I’m really glad I went.
Tomorrow is my last day here and I’m going to try the beach again. Only 3 more sleeps til I’m home in the States…wierd
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Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Apologies...
I’m so sorry for the severe lack of communication, for the 4 of you that read this blog, ha! I have been writing posts along the way when I have had time, but we have not had much internet access so I have been saving them.
So here they are; some stories of my travels from the last week and a half. I will be in Barcelona for the next 4 days before finally making my way back home…can’t believe it’s already that time.
So here they are; some stories of my travels from the last week and a half. I will be in Barcelona for the next 4 days before finally making my way back home…can’t believe it’s already that time.
Venezia
While I write this, Mom is flipping through the Italian TV and translating what she thinks it says. Apparently there is a “big problem” with trash in Italy, and people are very worried about it. There is also a “very big problem” in Verona with a man and his cat. If any of you have ever seen how my mom gets when she is laughing so hard that she cries and rolls around, you understand what I’m experiencing at the moment.
Our adventures in Italy started a bit rough. We woke up before the sun to catch the train to the airport and got in the longer than usual line for EasyJet. We still had no it reached the front of the line only 20 minutes before our plane was scheduled to depart, but an employee assured us that the plane would not leave until the line was gone. We got on the plane, took a nap, and landed in Venice without a hitch. The problem started at baggage claim when the belt stopped and about 25 people were left wondering where their luggage was. My mom got hers, but mine was missing. Everyone quickly got in line at lost luggage only to be told that an entire cart of luggage was just left at the airport in Paris and we would have to wait until the next day to have it delivered to our hotel.
So ok, just roll with the punches right? Well I really did try. We made our way into Venice and had a nice lunch on the canal while they got our room ready. The location of our hostel was fabulous, just off of St. Mark’s Square, and we spent the first evening exploring the tiny streets of Venice. This place is incredible, certainly the most romantic and picturesque place I have ever been. It was just quite unfortunate that we had to share the experience with about 2 million other tourists. It felt like a herd of cattle moving inhumanly slow through the tiny streets, all speaking different languages of course.
After the first night in our hostel, we ventured out towards the Peggy Guggenheim Museum. At 2p.m., my bag still had not arrived, and I was quickly becoming the most unpleasant person in Venice. Thankfully, I received a call saying it had arrived at about 4 and after a long shower and clean clothes; I was an infinitely happier Hannah. The rest of our time in Venice was fairly uneventful, although we did take a guided tour of St. Marks Basilica which was incredible. It’s so hard to get an understanding of historical time living in America. Everything in Europe is just so much older and full of history. We also visited Murano island, where all the famous Venetian blown glass is made.
So this is what Italy means to me; surreal scenery, distinctive culture, monstrous tourists, fabulous fresh pasta, and gelato unlike any other. I will certainly be back…
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Our adventures in Italy started a bit rough. We woke up before the sun to catch the train to the airport and got in the longer than usual line for EasyJet. We still had no it reached the front of the line only 20 minutes before our plane was scheduled to depart, but an employee assured us that the plane would not leave until the line was gone. We got on the plane, took a nap, and landed in Venice without a hitch. The problem started at baggage claim when the belt stopped and about 25 people were left wondering where their luggage was. My mom got hers, but mine was missing. Everyone quickly got in line at lost luggage only to be told that an entire cart of luggage was just left at the airport in Paris and we would have to wait until the next day to have it delivered to our hotel.
So ok, just roll with the punches right? Well I really did try. We made our way into Venice and had a nice lunch on the canal while they got our room ready. The location of our hostel was fabulous, just off of St. Mark’s Square, and we spent the first evening exploring the tiny streets of Venice. This place is incredible, certainly the most romantic and picturesque place I have ever been. It was just quite unfortunate that we had to share the experience with about 2 million other tourists. It felt like a herd of cattle moving inhumanly slow through the tiny streets, all speaking different languages of course.
After the first night in our hostel, we ventured out towards the Peggy Guggenheim Museum. At 2p.m., my bag still had not arrived, and I was quickly becoming the most unpleasant person in Venice. Thankfully, I received a call saying it had arrived at about 4 and after a long shower and clean clothes; I was an infinitely happier Hannah. The rest of our time in Venice was fairly uneventful, although we did take a guided tour of St. Marks Basilica which was incredible. It’s so hard to get an understanding of historical time living in America. Everything in Europe is just so much older and full of history. We also visited Murano island, where all the famous Venetian blown glass is made.
So this is what Italy means to me; surreal scenery, distinctive culture, monstrous tourists, fabulous fresh pasta, and gelato unlike any other. I will certainly be back…
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Ah, Paris…we meet again.
It’s been a very long day. It started with the midnight ferry from Santorini to Athens, then an hour long bus to the Airport, then a 3 hour flight to Paris, a 30 minute bus ride, and then about 2 hours of aimless wandering. This is the second time that I have been so mad at French people’s directions that I could scream. The taxi’s wouldn’t take us because the think it’s too close, but an hour later, still no hotel!
This trip has had one major setback. Unfortunately, my mom’s sudden onset of a deep chest cold the day she left Mammoth, has put a damper on things. Anyone who really knows me, and I am the first to admit this, knows that I am not the most gracious or pleasant person when I’m sick. I fought it off for a while but finally succumbed on our last night in Greece. This has made for nights awake with hacking attacks and days exhausted and feverish, not good.
The entire reason for including Paris in this trip was Roland Garros, The French Open. I have become quite the tennis enthusiast in the last few years and going to a grand slam event was something I could not pass up. We had tickets for 2 days there. The first day included some great double matches, and an up close encounter with Andy Roddick. Mom and I got seats 3 rows from the court behind the player’s chairs. We could hear how he loudly exhales every time the other player hits the ball and when he hits it, it really annoyed me actually. Grant even told me that he saw half of my face and mom’s hair on sports center that night. It was a great match.
The second day, was slightly less exciting for me since all the best matches were being played in the center courts that our tickets didn’t have access too. However, the day was redeemed when I got a seat on the floor directly behind the Williams Sisters for their 3 round doubles match. I could hear them talking. There was drama on the court because Venus had lost earlier that day to one of the girls on the other team, but they proved that they work so well as a team and won in 3 sets. Sadly, no close encounters with Rafa this time….
The rest of our time in Paris has been spent walking. Our hotel was right in the middle of town so we were able to see most things by foot; The Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame, Luxemburg Garden…etc. We also took a river boat tour on the Seine which was a beautiful way to see the city.
It’s been fun watching my mom. She is so happy to be back in France, although her heart really longs to go back to the country; the Loire Valley, Provance, and Canne where she lived 35 years ago. Her French is coming back slowly which is a huge help since my Spanish does nothing here. She gets excited about everything and can’t help but tell many stories about her own memories and adventures. Now we are on to Venice…yum gelato and bellini!!
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This trip has had one major setback. Unfortunately, my mom’s sudden onset of a deep chest cold the day she left Mammoth, has put a damper on things. Anyone who really knows me, and I am the first to admit this, knows that I am not the most gracious or pleasant person when I’m sick. I fought it off for a while but finally succumbed on our last night in Greece. This has made for nights awake with hacking attacks and days exhausted and feverish, not good.
The entire reason for including Paris in this trip was Roland Garros, The French Open. I have become quite the tennis enthusiast in the last few years and going to a grand slam event was something I could not pass up. We had tickets for 2 days there. The first day included some great double matches, and an up close encounter with Andy Roddick. Mom and I got seats 3 rows from the court behind the player’s chairs. We could hear how he loudly exhales every time the other player hits the ball and when he hits it, it really annoyed me actually. Grant even told me that he saw half of my face and mom’s hair on sports center that night. It was a great match.
The second day, was slightly less exciting for me since all the best matches were being played in the center courts that our tickets didn’t have access too. However, the day was redeemed when I got a seat on the floor directly behind the Williams Sisters for their 3 round doubles match. I could hear them talking. There was drama on the court because Venus had lost earlier that day to one of the girls on the other team, but they proved that they work so well as a team and won in 3 sets. Sadly, no close encounters with Rafa this time….
The rest of our time in Paris has been spent walking. Our hotel was right in the middle of town so we were able to see most things by foot; The Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame, Luxemburg Garden…etc. We also took a river boat tour on the Seine which was a beautiful way to see the city.
It’s been fun watching my mom. She is so happy to be back in France, although her heart really longs to go back to the country; the Loire Valley, Provance, and Canne where she lived 35 years ago. Her French is coming back slowly which is a huge help since my Spanish does nothing here. She gets excited about everything and can’t help but tell many stories about her own memories and adventures. Now we are on to Venice…yum gelato and bellini!!
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Greek Life
Our 4 days on Santorini were jammed packed with fun, memories made for sure. We started by exploring the town of Fira, the newly determined capital of the island. Anywhere you stand has an incredible view of the caldera and the cliffs. The second day we took a traditional Greek sail boat tour. We first had to walk down about 800 steps down the cliff, my calf’s were immobilized for 3 days after.
The first stop was the active volcano in the middle of the caldera. I was not aware that our sail would include a 2 mile hike to the top of an active volcano in flip flops, surprise! Then we were taken to a smaller island where there are thermal hot springs, and we finally got to get in the water. This is when a family of Germans stripped down naked in front of everyone to put their swim suits on. And may I point out that these were typical German body types, insert mental picture here.
After that was a trip to Thirassia, the oldest village of Santorini, which is actually on a separate island since the big earthquake in the 50’s. Here we had some time to lunch and rest. I had my first real Greek Gyros (pronounced “yeero”) here and it changed my life! The tour ended with a sail to Oia ( “Ia”), pictured in “the sisterhood of the traveling pants” and then back to Fira. We wisely opted for the donkey option for getting back up the cliff. My donkey, who I lovingly named Nick, ala Big Fat Greek Wedding, was the lead donkey and refused to let anyone pass. This was a great memory.
Day 2 was lay by the pool day. The pension (hostel) we were staying at had a beautiful pool. After sufficient sunning, we took the bus to Ois (“Ia”) for dinner in the most amazing setting ever. Oia has become famous for it’s sunsets, so we stuck around to watch it with about 200 other people. It was beautiful though.
Days 3 and 4 were spent exploring the island via motorcycle. This was so fun, and a great way to see the whole island. I’m starting to understand why my dad loves to rent Harley’s so much when he is in a new place.
Greece was truly a gift to me; a piece of my heart will be there always
The first stop was the active volcano in the middle of the caldera. I was not aware that our sail would include a 2 mile hike to the top of an active volcano in flip flops, surprise! Then we were taken to a smaller island where there are thermal hot springs, and we finally got to get in the water. This is when a family of Germans stripped down naked in front of everyone to put their swim suits on. And may I point out that these were typical German body types, insert mental picture here.
After that was a trip to Thirassia, the oldest village of Santorini, which is actually on a separate island since the big earthquake in the 50’s. Here we had some time to lunch and rest. I had my first real Greek Gyros (pronounced “yeero”) here and it changed my life! The tour ended with a sail to Oia ( “Ia”), pictured in “the sisterhood of the traveling pants” and then back to Fira. We wisely opted for the donkey option for getting back up the cliff. My donkey, who I lovingly named Nick, ala Big Fat Greek Wedding, was the lead donkey and refused to let anyone pass. This was a great memory.
Day 2 was lay by the pool day. The pension (hostel) we were staying at had a beautiful pool. After sufficient sunning, we took the bus to Ois (“Ia”) for dinner in the most amazing setting ever. Oia has become famous for it’s sunsets, so we stuck around to watch it with about 200 other people. It was beautiful though.
Days 3 and 4 were spent exploring the island via motorcycle. This was so fun, and a great way to see the whole island. I’m starting to understand why my dad loves to rent Harley’s so much when he is in a new place.
Greece was truly a gift to me; a piece of my heart will be there always
Saturday, May 23, 2009
If A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words...
then I owe you about 100,000.
Unfortunatley, my current surroundings have rendered me speechless. I honestly don't know how to describe what I'm seeing. All that I know for sure is that I am so so thankful to be here in Greece, on the island of Santorini. This trip is the fulfillment of a plan I made with my friend 8 years ago, a dream come true. It's hard for me to be here without her, but I feel like I'm honoring her and our precious friendship by coming. I miss her so much.
Anyway, We still have 2 more days here and tomorrow we are renting scooters and riding around the whole island. I do have stories to tell, just no time to write them down. I will get them all up on the ferry ride to Athens, I promise. For now these pictures will have to do...
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Unfortunatley, my current surroundings have rendered me speechless. I honestly don't know how to describe what I'm seeing. All that I know for sure is that I am so so thankful to be here in Greece, on the island of Santorini. This trip is the fulfillment of a plan I made with my friend 8 years ago, a dream come true. It's hard for me to be here without her, but I feel like I'm honoring her and our precious friendship by coming. I miss her so much.
Anyway, We still have 2 more days here and tomorrow we are renting scooters and riding around the whole island. I do have stories to tell, just no time to write them down. I will get them all up on the ferry ride to Athens, I promise. For now these pictures will have to do...
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Sunday, May 17, 2009
Farewell London...
So, since I have only 2 days left in the UK, I thought I would share some of the new things I have learned in my months here, thanks to my international work environment...
1) The following items are expensive to buy at the grocery store:
- Cheese
- Meat
- Coke
- Cereal – but I am totally infatuated with one called “Crunchy Nut” and I’m already researching how I can get it in the States
- Strawberries
- Bagels (if you convert it is 3 dollars for four bagels!!!!)
2) The following items are cheap to buy at the grocery store:eggsbread (not the fancy stuff)
- milk
- sliced ham
- pasta
- tomato sauce
- yogurt
- bananas
3) If you are American living in Britain…never say the following words (people will laugh at how you say them)
- leisure
- garage
- tomato
- cell phone
- pants (they think you are talking about underwear)
- Zebra
- Yogurt
4) American word = British Word (so many times I have starred at people blankly without knowing what they were saying because of the following words or visa versa)
- White Out = Tipex
- Scotch Tape = Cello Tape
- Umbrella = Brolly
- Rain coat = Mac
- Bowling pin = skittle
- TV = Tele
- Kool aid type drink = Squash
- Mail = Post
- Vodka and Red Bull = Voddy Red
- Toilet Paper = Bog roll
- Hello, how are you/What’s up? = Hiya! Are you alright?
- Thank you dude = Cheers mate
- Vacation = Holls
- Green onion = spring onion
- Egg Plant = Aubergine
- Garbage = Rubbish
- Trash Can = Bin
- Gas = Petrol (they think its hilarious when you say gas)
- Hood of a car = bonnet
- Trunk of a car = boot
- Popsicle = ice lolly
- Dish soap = washing up liquid
- Laundry detergent = washing powder
- Dinner = some people call it tea
- Garbage bag = Bin liner
- Hot chocolate = drinking chocolate
- Flash Drive = Donghol
- Cookies/Crackers = Biscuits
- Cup of tea = Cupa
- Canuck = Canadian
- POM = Prisoner of Her Majesty (slang for English person like Kiwi or Ausie)
- Fringe = Bangs
I can hardly believe that my time here is almost over... my how time flies. My last weekend in here in London has been loads of fun and a great chance to relax. Friday was spent mostly making reservations and doing research for my Europe trip before heading out for a night on the town with everyone from Let Me Play. Matt and Amy, company directors, were so generous in treating us all to indian food (which I have discoverd is my new favorite cuisine so if anyone knows of any authentic places in Cali to get it, please let me know), a comedy show, and an after party at a swanky spot in Soho. It was by far, my most memorable, most fun, and most drama free night out in Europe so far!! I'm really going to miss them all very much....
In a new development, my mom is flying in tomorrow to join me for 2 weeks of traveling. It seems that since my brother Grant has become independently mobile (he just got his motorcycle liscense and turns 16 next week), she is feeling a profound sense of freedom and is gifting herself with a trip back to Europe. I'm really excited to share some of my adventure with her. It will be really nice to have someone else along. One thing that we are both looking so forward to is the French Open, where we have tickets for 2 whole days!! But first things first, we are catching a plane to Santorini Greece on thursday. I can hardly believe that after 8 years of dreaming, I'm finally going to see the white-washed houses and the stuning Caldera...I hope I have enough memory cards. Then it's off to Paris for 5 days, then Venice for 3. Mom will fly back home from there to be back in time for my cousin's high school graduation and I will make my way to Barcelona for 4 days to finish of my journey.
Not a day has gone by that I havn't been incredibly grateful for the opportunity to be here. I've learned a lot, grown a lot, and simply lived a lot. And I am so thankful. But even with only 3 weeks left, there is still much fun to be had so stay tuned...
1) The following items are expensive to buy at the grocery store:
- Cheese
- Meat
- Coke
- Cereal – but I am totally infatuated with one called “Crunchy Nut” and I’m already researching how I can get it in the States
- Strawberries
- Bagels (if you convert it is 3 dollars for four bagels!!!!)
2) The following items are cheap to buy at the grocery store:eggsbread (not the fancy stuff)
- milk
- sliced ham
- pasta
- tomato sauce
- yogurt
- bananas
3) If you are American living in Britain…never say the following words (people will laugh at how you say them)
- leisure
- garage
- tomato
- cell phone
- pants (they think you are talking about underwear)
- Zebra
- Yogurt
4) American word = British Word (so many times I have starred at people blankly without knowing what they were saying because of the following words or visa versa)
- White Out = Tipex
- Scotch Tape = Cello Tape
- Umbrella = Brolly
- Rain coat = Mac
- Bowling pin = skittle
- TV = Tele
- Kool aid type drink = Squash
- Mail = Post
- Vodka and Red Bull = Voddy Red
- Toilet Paper = Bog roll
- Hello, how are you/What’s up? = Hiya! Are you alright?
- Thank you dude = Cheers mate
- Vacation = Holls
- Green onion = spring onion
- Egg Plant = Aubergine
- Garbage = Rubbish
- Trash Can = Bin
- Gas = Petrol (they think its hilarious when you say gas)
- Hood of a car = bonnet
- Trunk of a car = boot
- Popsicle = ice lolly
- Dish soap = washing up liquid
- Laundry detergent = washing powder
- Dinner = some people call it tea
- Garbage bag = Bin liner
- Hot chocolate = drinking chocolate
- Flash Drive = Donghol
- Cookies/Crackers = Biscuits
- Cup of tea = Cupa
- Canuck = Canadian
- POM = Prisoner of Her Majesty (slang for English person like Kiwi or Ausie)
- Fringe = Bangs
I can hardly believe that my time here is almost over... my how time flies. My last weekend in here in London has been loads of fun and a great chance to relax. Friday was spent mostly making reservations and doing research for my Europe trip before heading out for a night on the town with everyone from Let Me Play. Matt and Amy, company directors, were so generous in treating us all to indian food (which I have discoverd is my new favorite cuisine so if anyone knows of any authentic places in Cali to get it, please let me know), a comedy show, and an after party at a swanky spot in Soho. It was by far, my most memorable, most fun, and most drama free night out in Europe so far!! I'm really going to miss them all very much....
In a new development, my mom is flying in tomorrow to join me for 2 weeks of traveling. It seems that since my brother Grant has become independently mobile (he just got his motorcycle liscense and turns 16 next week), she is feeling a profound sense of freedom and is gifting herself with a trip back to Europe. I'm really excited to share some of my adventure with her. It will be really nice to have someone else along. One thing that we are both looking so forward to is the French Open, where we have tickets for 2 whole days!! But first things first, we are catching a plane to Santorini Greece on thursday. I can hardly believe that after 8 years of dreaming, I'm finally going to see the white-washed houses and the stuning Caldera...I hope I have enough memory cards. Then it's off to Paris for 5 days, then Venice for 3. Mom will fly back home from there to be back in time for my cousin's high school graduation and I will make my way to Barcelona for 4 days to finish of my journey.
Not a day has gone by that I havn't been incredibly grateful for the opportunity to be here. I've learned a lot, grown a lot, and simply lived a lot. And I am so thankful. But even with only 3 weeks left, there is still much fun to be had so stay tuned...
Thursday, May 7, 2009
I promise I'm not German...
I realized something about myself whilst in Germany; apparently my Eastern European features are more dominant than I expected, as I was mistaken for a German more than once and as such, more than once, was yelled at for being so rude as to not respond back in German.
The weekend in Frankfurt was a whirlwind. I felt like it was one long day punctuated by a few short naps. We arrived on Saturday afternoon and were met by Summer’s hometown friend Virginia at the station. She got us to our hostel before taking us on a walking tour of the old city. Frankfurt was largely destroyed during the War so much of the buildings are replicas of the ones that stood before, but beautiful just the same. Frankfurt is also the financial capital of Europe so the downtown area is very modern and even had the tallest skyscraper in Europe, which is minuscule even compared to downtown LA standards, they just don’t build that way here.
After listening to the all-girl saxophone quartet in the old city center for a while, we went for Thai food, it was amazing. Then we made our way back to the 'Sachsenhausen' the bar district to meet up with some of Virginia’s friends. We started an Irish pub where I finally had an official draft Guinness (pictured). It was so think and dark, like drinking a bitter milkshake. Glad I did it, but I think I can check that off my list. Then we went to a different pub where we parked for most of the night. We had a truly international table; 4 Americans, a French girl, a Belgian, 2 Brits, an Argentine, and a Fin. It was a great time, drinking great beer and people watching. The 2 men at the table next to us were being quite cheeky and even sang us some drinking songs, but they were also the first instance of mistaken ancestry, it took 3 people explaining to them that I was in fact Slovak before they finally conceded, however skeptically.
The only downside to our hostel was the lockout from 2-5 a.m. So we either had to be back by 2 or stay out til 5. Well since we only had a short time there, Summer opted for the latter option. So around 2:30 we headed to a small cellar dance club that was open all night. Despite the awkward dancing music, it was nice to shake it a little. Unfortunately though, by about 3:45, we were all totally exhausted and ready to go home but couldn't. Instead we found a popular street food stand where Summer had Kebab (German drunk food of choice) while I had a traditional Bratwurst in bread. Trying very hard to experience authentic German cuisine, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the sausage was delicious. While we sat and ate, the man next to me was the second to insist on my German heritage and he was not as easily placated, although the half drunken bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand may have had something to do with his stubbornness.
We finally got home and crashed in bed just as the sun was rising. After some unsuitable rest, Virginia came to collect us to go get Mexican food at the only place in the whole city. Mexican is not my favorite, but I didn't realize how much I missed familiar food. The strawberry margaritas, Spanish tapas, and steak fajitas made for a very happy, albeit overly tired, Hannah. We also took a short ride on the Apple Wine Express, a brightly painted trolley care that takes you around the city and gives you a bottle of Apple Wine brewed in Frankfurt. I realize that there is quite a lot of references to alcohol in this particular blog, but I assure you, my participation was much less than most as I am a total lightweight. But hey, when in Germany, right.
We made our way back to England Monday morning in time to have the afternoon free for napping and laundry before starting another week of work. This week will be a short on for me since I have Friday's off, just 3 days. Things are going well at Let Me Play but I'm starting to wrap up the projects I've been working on since I only have one more week after this...crazy!
Here is Frankfurt...
Shake that groove thing!
The Old City Center
Beer Boat
Beer Garden
The Beer Bike
The Main River (pronounced "Mine")
The weekend in Frankfurt was a whirlwind. I felt like it was one long day punctuated by a few short naps. We arrived on Saturday afternoon and were met by Summer’s hometown friend Virginia at the station. She got us to our hostel before taking us on a walking tour of the old city. Frankfurt was largely destroyed during the War so much of the buildings are replicas of the ones that stood before, but beautiful just the same. Frankfurt is also the financial capital of Europe so the downtown area is very modern and even had the tallest skyscraper in Europe, which is minuscule even compared to downtown LA standards, they just don’t build that way here.
After listening to the all-girl saxophone quartet in the old city center for a while, we went for Thai food, it was amazing. Then we made our way back to the 'Sachsenhausen' the bar district to meet up with some of Virginia’s friends. We started an Irish pub where I finally had an official draft Guinness (pictured). It was so think and dark, like drinking a bitter milkshake. Glad I did it, but I think I can check that off my list. Then we went to a different pub where we parked for most of the night. We had a truly international table; 4 Americans, a French girl, a Belgian, 2 Brits, an Argentine, and a Fin. It was a great time, drinking great beer and people watching. The 2 men at the table next to us were being quite cheeky and even sang us some drinking songs, but they were also the first instance of mistaken ancestry, it took 3 people explaining to them that I was in fact Slovak before they finally conceded, however skeptically.
The only downside to our hostel was the lockout from 2-5 a.m. So we either had to be back by 2 or stay out til 5. Well since we only had a short time there, Summer opted for the latter option. So around 2:30 we headed to a small cellar dance club that was open all night. Despite the awkward dancing music, it was nice to shake it a little. Unfortunately though, by about 3:45, we were all totally exhausted and ready to go home but couldn't. Instead we found a popular street food stand where Summer had Kebab (German drunk food of choice) while I had a traditional Bratwurst in bread. Trying very hard to experience authentic German cuisine, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the sausage was delicious. While we sat and ate, the man next to me was the second to insist on my German heritage and he was not as easily placated, although the half drunken bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand may have had something to do with his stubbornness.
We finally got home and crashed in bed just as the sun was rising. After some unsuitable rest, Virginia came to collect us to go get Mexican food at the only place in the whole city. Mexican is not my favorite, but I didn't realize how much I missed familiar food. The strawberry margaritas, Spanish tapas, and steak fajitas made for a very happy, albeit overly tired, Hannah. We also took a short ride on the Apple Wine Express, a brightly painted trolley care that takes you around the city and gives you a bottle of Apple Wine brewed in Frankfurt. I realize that there is quite a lot of references to alcohol in this particular blog, but I assure you, my participation was much less than most as I am a total lightweight. But hey, when in Germany, right.
We made our way back to England Monday morning in time to have the afternoon free for napping and laundry before starting another week of work. This week will be a short on for me since I have Friday's off, just 3 days. Things are going well at Let Me Play but I'm starting to wrap up the projects I've been working on since I only have one more week after this...crazy!
Here is Frankfurt...
German Countryside
Shake that groove thing!
The Old City Center
Beer Boat 
Beer Garden
The Beer Bike
The Main River (pronounced "Mine")
Friday, May 1, 2009
London Nutters
This week was a busy one. I pounded the pavement everyday at working trying to get a new story to print and spent every night ironing out details for my 2 week trip post London. But I did have a few notable experiences this week too.
I've been needing to go to the post office since I got here but my work schedule seemed to be making it impossible. But one Thursday, I decided to brave the lunch time rush and go anyway. Wow, my co-workers were not kidding about the nutters that inhabit the post office on any given day. First, I got in line behind a small old woman who smelled like she had showered in Chanel #5, although it immediately set off my sensitive nose, that wasn't the most overwhelming this about this woman. After accidentally stepping on my foot, she turned around to apologize and I had to consciously force myself not to verbally react to what I saw. Again she was a very small, ordinary looking woman from the back, I would guess about 60-65. She tuned around and revealed to me a most unusual make-up job. She had eighties blue eye shadow on, covering her whole eyelid all the way up past her eye brows, going out to a point at her temples, and coming down to her cheek bones and back to the inside corner of her eye. In basic terms, a full on raccoon face in day glow blue!! I couldn't believe it at first and thought it must have just been an accident, maybe she had bad eyes. But the lines were perfect, totally purposeful. I resorted to simply trying not to stare...easier said than done
Today was my day off, and of course the first thing on my agenda was to sleep in. I do so love to sleep! After a late morning and a long shower, I set out for Westminster Abby. This building is one of the faces of London, and rightfully so, it is incredible. The architecture and grandeur of it all was overwhelming. There are so many notable people buried there, not just kings and queens but authors, scientists, artists, and war heroes. I couldn't''t help but imagine what attending a wedding or coronation there would be like, certainly one of the most regal settings anywhere in the world. Since I was there so late, I decided to stay for the evening worship service or the "Evensong." It was amazing. We sat in the nave of the Abby and had a program to help us know when to stand or to sit, how to respond to the clergy and when to pray. Then there was the world famous Westminster Choir. They were in arguably the best voices I have ever heard. They were so beautiful and perfect, I closed my eyes and almost cried. It really was one of the most incredible church experiences I've ever had. My dad would have loved it.
Tomorrow, Summer and I fly to Frankfurt Germany for a weekend with her friend from college. I'm nervous about not knowing any German, but everyone keeps telling me that they all speak better English than Britons do and that the beer makes it all worth it, I really hope that's true. I promise pictures and stories when I return. Here are a few from today...
The Front Entance
The Side View
Amen.
Mmm...Ice cream
The only picture I managed inside before they yelled at me to put the camera away.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Me Perdio Mi Corazon en Mallorca
I’m one of those people who plans. I’m also one of those people who lie awake at night going over my plans, walking through each step, checking each box. I even have a special picture I have to go to in my mind to force myself to relax and get some sleep. Well this process was on overload all of last week, but now the sweet relief of fulfillment and come and I now have an even better mental picture to soothe myself with...
It started out like the rest of my weeks here in London. I was tired, sore, and in no mood to commute to work. But I did and spent 2 ½ days writing feature articles. On Wednesday, I woke up feeling feverish but went to work anyway. After about 2 hours of not being able to concentrate on anything and a temperature of what I would guess was about 101, I asked if I could go home. This is when public transportation is the absolute worst option. I was so nauseous and shaky that every person who walked by wearing perfume or smelling like cigarettes, seemed to me a fair target. Thankfully I made it home without incident and went straight to bed. When I woke up, I was feeling a bit better and tried to force down some dry bread. This was a bad decision, and I spent literally the rest of the night in and out of the bathroom, not a fun time. I called in sick on Thursday morning and went back to sleep, only to be woken up by a teenage boy walking into my bedroom. He was part of the cleaning crew that comes to our flat every week, but I have determined that WAY too many people have a key to my place…I couldn’t sleep much after that.
But when Friday morning came, the excitement I felt about going to Spain pushed any sicky feelings to the far back of my mind. So if you don’t know, once you are in Europe traveling from country to county is quite cheap, sometimes as little as $5. However, what they don’t tell you is the amount of additional charges, travel, and lines you must wait in to make up for that price. Summer and I left the flat about 8am, walked to the tube, rode the tube for 20 min. to the train station, took at 50 minute train to Stanted Airport, stood in 2 enormous lines to have our visa check and then go through security, (minor side note: as neither of us were accustomed to flying with only carry-on luggage, we were quickly relieved of probably about 5lbs each, including shampoo, lotion, sunscreen, and my proactive solution which is quite expensive), once on the plane the flight was very pleasant and about 2 hours later we came over the incredible Mallorcan North Coast.
Once at the Airport, my first thought was to get money. Well there was only 1 ATM in the whole place and it was broken…hmmm, what to do. I’m very pleased to say that my Spanish was more than sufficient and I was able to communicate near perfectly the whole time there. I finally found a nice woman who told me there was a hidden ATM on the 5th floor, we found it and were ready to go. We then made our way to the bus stop that would take up to the bigger Bus Plaza in Palma, when the bus arrived, the driver informed me that he would not take more that a 10 Euro bill, we had only 50’s. After about a minute of him banging loudly on a clearly marked sign, I decided he was not going to budge for a nice pair of American tourists. Our only other option was to take a taxi to the plaza, which cost a pretty penny, but got us there. Once at the plaza we found where our next bus was and got some Coca-Cola and Water while we sat and waited. It was now 6pm.
Once on the bus, the drive was quite nice. It was great to see some of the island landscape and it reminded me a lot of Guam, but less tropical than Hawaii. 50 minutes later, the bus dropped us in Porto d’Alcudia, a small village on the northeast side of the island. Then it was up to me to get us to our hostal. We walked, and walked, then we walked a little farther. When there was no more beach to follow, I decided I must asked that super cute Spanish boy at the Italian restaurant (he returns to the story later). After just a few minutes and once again brimming with the success of my Spanish tongue, we were back on the right track.
Hostal Calma was quaint and homey and the owner was very friendly. She walked us to our room and even suggested the best place to go for paella. We got dressed quickly and headed out for dinner, it was now 8:30pm. We found the place she was said and settled in for a fabulous meal. I had calamari and summer had the famous seafood paella, it was all delicious. After that we walked around looking for some night life and then decided to call it a night.
In the morning we got up and ready for our much anticipated day on the beach. While the sun was hiding and there was a breeze, it was a most perfect day by the sea. Summer and I walked for miles along the Platja Alcudia, spent some time on the end of a dock in the water, and sipped on sangria (not the best I’ve ever had) while watching some serious beach volleyballers. One the way home we stopped at a hotel beach café for lunch and then grabbed some delicious gelato.
After showering and icing Summer’s sunburn, we headed out for Italian food, hint hint. We sat down at the table and right away, caught the eye of the nice boy who helped me before. The rest of the night he was standing at the bar with the other servers, starring at me. Summer was the one who kept noticing and saying “My goodness, he is burning a hole in you with his eyes!” Then he started walking over to the table, smiling, forgetting to say something, and then walking off. He did this more than 5 times. I thought it was endearing, Summer thought it was embarrassing. We enjoyed our pizza, steak, wine, and tiramisu for almost 2 hours before finally summoning the check. Oh yes, that is something that I’ve learned, servers do not bring you the check even if your plates have been cleared and they have asked twice if you want coffee, you must ask for it. We said goodbye, and must to my dismay, pretty Spanish boy did not run out of the restaurant after me…oh well, he was fun to look at.
Sunday morning we made our way back to Palma early enough to have a walk around the city center before needing to be back at the airport. We walked along the beach and around the Cathedral del Palma, a gorgeous gothic cathedral that is the face of Palma. We had lunch at a small café down a cobblestone alley; it reminded me a lot of Paris. We then made our way back to the airport and started the journey home.
So I’m back in London, continuing my internship, and I just keep noticing how truly happy I am to be here in Europe, finally fulfilling a long awaited dream of mine. Oh and that new picture in my head…me under a thatch cabana on the white sands of Alcudia, with Rafa lying next to me, of course…he!
Well, I shouldn’t wait so long to blog since this one is now longer than a novel of my life. This weekend we are set to go to Frankfurt, Germany to visit Summer’s college friend. That is assuming that the UK doesn’t close the boarders due to all the swine flu pandemonium.
Here are the pictures from Spain, again it’s much easier to post them on facebook and give you the links…enjoy!!
P.S. Just because I’m in a fabulous European city doesn’t mean that I don’t get lonesome for some love from home…
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=248606&id=501285626&ref=mf
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=248620&id=501285626&ref=mf
It started out like the rest of my weeks here in London. I was tired, sore, and in no mood to commute to work. But I did and spent 2 ½ days writing feature articles. On Wednesday, I woke up feeling feverish but went to work anyway. After about 2 hours of not being able to concentrate on anything and a temperature of what I would guess was about 101, I asked if I could go home. This is when public transportation is the absolute worst option. I was so nauseous and shaky that every person who walked by wearing perfume or smelling like cigarettes, seemed to me a fair target. Thankfully I made it home without incident and went straight to bed. When I woke up, I was feeling a bit better and tried to force down some dry bread. This was a bad decision, and I spent literally the rest of the night in and out of the bathroom, not a fun time. I called in sick on Thursday morning and went back to sleep, only to be woken up by a teenage boy walking into my bedroom. He was part of the cleaning crew that comes to our flat every week, but I have determined that WAY too many people have a key to my place…I couldn’t sleep much after that.
But when Friday morning came, the excitement I felt about going to Spain pushed any sicky feelings to the far back of my mind. So if you don’t know, once you are in Europe traveling from country to county is quite cheap, sometimes as little as $5. However, what they don’t tell you is the amount of additional charges, travel, and lines you must wait in to make up for that price. Summer and I left the flat about 8am, walked to the tube, rode the tube for 20 min. to the train station, took at 50 minute train to Stanted Airport, stood in 2 enormous lines to have our visa check and then go through security, (minor side note: as neither of us were accustomed to flying with only carry-on luggage, we were quickly relieved of probably about 5lbs each, including shampoo, lotion, sunscreen, and my proactive solution which is quite expensive), once on the plane the flight was very pleasant and about 2 hours later we came over the incredible Mallorcan North Coast.
Once at the Airport, my first thought was to get money. Well there was only 1 ATM in the whole place and it was broken…hmmm, what to do. I’m very pleased to say that my Spanish was more than sufficient and I was able to communicate near perfectly the whole time there. I finally found a nice woman who told me there was a hidden ATM on the 5th floor, we found it and were ready to go. We then made our way to the bus stop that would take up to the bigger Bus Plaza in Palma, when the bus arrived, the driver informed me that he would not take more that a 10 Euro bill, we had only 50’s. After about a minute of him banging loudly on a clearly marked sign, I decided he was not going to budge for a nice pair of American tourists. Our only other option was to take a taxi to the plaza, which cost a pretty penny, but got us there. Once at the plaza we found where our next bus was and got some Coca-Cola and Water while we sat and waited. It was now 6pm.
Once on the bus, the drive was quite nice. It was great to see some of the island landscape and it reminded me a lot of Guam, but less tropical than Hawaii. 50 minutes later, the bus dropped us in Porto d’Alcudia, a small village on the northeast side of the island. Then it was up to me to get us to our hostal. We walked, and walked, then we walked a little farther. When there was no more beach to follow, I decided I must asked that super cute Spanish boy at the Italian restaurant (he returns to the story later). After just a few minutes and once again brimming with the success of my Spanish tongue, we were back on the right track.
Hostal Calma was quaint and homey and the owner was very friendly. She walked us to our room and even suggested the best place to go for paella. We got dressed quickly and headed out for dinner, it was now 8:30pm. We found the place she was said and settled in for a fabulous meal. I had calamari and summer had the famous seafood paella, it was all delicious. After that we walked around looking for some night life and then decided to call it a night.
In the morning we got up and ready for our much anticipated day on the beach. While the sun was hiding and there was a breeze, it was a most perfect day by the sea. Summer and I walked for miles along the Platja Alcudia, spent some time on the end of a dock in the water, and sipped on sangria (not the best I’ve ever had) while watching some serious beach volleyballers. One the way home we stopped at a hotel beach café for lunch and then grabbed some delicious gelato.
After showering and icing Summer’s sunburn, we headed out for Italian food, hint hint. We sat down at the table and right away, caught the eye of the nice boy who helped me before. The rest of the night he was standing at the bar with the other servers, starring at me. Summer was the one who kept noticing and saying “My goodness, he is burning a hole in you with his eyes!” Then he started walking over to the table, smiling, forgetting to say something, and then walking off. He did this more than 5 times. I thought it was endearing, Summer thought it was embarrassing. We enjoyed our pizza, steak, wine, and tiramisu for almost 2 hours before finally summoning the check. Oh yes, that is something that I’ve learned, servers do not bring you the check even if your plates have been cleared and they have asked twice if you want coffee, you must ask for it. We said goodbye, and must to my dismay, pretty Spanish boy did not run out of the restaurant after me…oh well, he was fun to look at.
Sunday morning we made our way back to Palma early enough to have a walk around the city center before needing to be back at the airport. We walked along the beach and around the Cathedral del Palma, a gorgeous gothic cathedral that is the face of Palma. We had lunch at a small café down a cobblestone alley; it reminded me a lot of Paris. We then made our way back to the airport and started the journey home.
So I’m back in London, continuing my internship, and I just keep noticing how truly happy I am to be here in Europe, finally fulfilling a long awaited dream of mine. Oh and that new picture in my head…me under a thatch cabana on the white sands of Alcudia, with Rafa lying next to me, of course…he!
Well, I shouldn’t wait so long to blog since this one is now longer than a novel of my life. This weekend we are set to go to Frankfurt, Germany to visit Summer’s college friend. That is assuming that the UK doesn’t close the boarders due to all the swine flu pandemonium.
Here are the pictures from Spain, again it’s much easier to post them on facebook and give you the links…enjoy!!
P.S. Just because I’m in a fabulous European city doesn’t mean that I don’t get lonesome for some love from home…
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=248606&id=501285626&ref=mf
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=248620&id=501285626&ref=mf
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Another Sunday
This weekend was super relaxed...almost too relaxed I think. Saturday I spend most of the day planning for my post-London trip and watching tennis. Summer and I finally went out for a night on the town with one of her co-workers and friends. It was a great time, but we both really hate the way a night out in London includes 3+ hours of traveling and walking before getting to your destination and then having to leave early enough to make the last train home...it's so much less work in the states!!
Today, we went to Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. It really was great fun. Some of the figures are so good that you don't realize they are wax, you just assume they are another visitor. More than once today I did things like saying "excuse me" to Harry Potter or kept looking over my shoulder at the guy staring at me and realized "OMG, that's Justin Timberlake!" Definetley worth the trip.
Later, we finally made it to the London Eye. Today was a georgeous day and thankfully a very slow day at the Eye. We walked right on at about 6:30, just as the sun was starting to set. The sky was amazing, i don't even think my pictures do it justice. Then we made are way home and ran to our most favorite restaurant so far, Yo Sushi. Is any of my family surprised by this??? Didn't think so. And now I'm getting ready for bed, and not quite looking forward to the morning...but such is life in the real world, monday morning comes, ready or not.
The best news is that in just 4 days...MALLORCA!!!! I'm nearly giddy about the thought of laying on the beach with a permanent glass of sangria in my hand...oh the life
Here is the link to my facebook album with all of the pictures, I thought it would be easier this way...enjoy!!
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=245872&id=501285626&saved#/album.php?aid=245872&id=501285626&ref=nf
Today, we went to Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. It really was great fun. Some of the figures are so good that you don't realize they are wax, you just assume they are another visitor. More than once today I did things like saying "excuse me" to Harry Potter or kept looking over my shoulder at the guy staring at me and realized "OMG, that's Justin Timberlake!" Definetley worth the trip.
Later, we finally made it to the London Eye. Today was a georgeous day and thankfully a very slow day at the Eye. We walked right on at about 6:30, just as the sun was starting to set. The sky was amazing, i don't even think my pictures do it justice. Then we made are way home and ran to our most favorite restaurant so far, Yo Sushi. Is any of my family surprised by this??? Didn't think so. And now I'm getting ready for bed, and not quite looking forward to the morning...but such is life in the real world, monday morning comes, ready or not.
The best news is that in just 4 days...MALLORCA!!!! I'm nearly giddy about the thought of laying on the beach with a permanent glass of sangria in my hand...oh the life
Here is the link to my facebook album with all of the pictures, I thought it would be easier this way...enjoy!!
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=245872&id=501285626&saved#/album.php?aid=245872&id=501285626&ref=nf
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The weekend went as follows:
Friday
Friday
- Got up and ready for the trip to Stonehenge, got to the station, were told that we would not make the last trip home in time, traveled home to eat our picnic lunch on the living room floor of our flat.
- Decided to take the “Original London Bus Tour”, sat in the pouring rain for 4 hours driving around the city. While disembarking, I slipped on a wet rain shield and fell down the stairs of the double-decker bus.
- Hobbled my way to dinner at “Wagamama”, an Asian Fusion Noodle Bar and enjoyed an enormous “Tiger Beer” (It really helped ease the increasing pain of my klutziness
- Stopped in at a pub to enjoy some more liquid pain killers
- Crashed in bed, stiff and swollen at 9:30 p.m.
Saturday
- Slept in and spent the morning stretching my sore back and legs
- Summer went to Portobello Market and had a ball sifting through block after block of vintage clothing, “I got to touch vintage Chanel!!”
- Went to dinner at an Italian place called “ASK”, despite a great looking menu, it wasn’t very good, we won’t be returning
Sunday
- Woke up early to go to Easter Sunday church, forgot that the early service is the “family service” so I was surrounded by dozens of tired, sugared up yougins, not exactly the time I was looking for, but good all the same
- Picked up Summer and headed out to Buckingham Palace, Summer was not impressed and could not believe that the fountain out front had trash floating in it, “can’t she hire someone just to clean that everyday?”
- Walked all the way to the London Eye, saw the 5 hour long line, walked away
- Took the tube back towards Bayswater to Holland Park to have tea and cake at Patisserie Valerie (see pictures.)
- Went to bed early
Monday
- Woke up early and made it to the station to travel to Salisbury, fell asleep on the train, woke up to the sun shining over the beautiful English countryside
- Took the tour bus from Salisbury to Stonehenge, joined the herd of tourists (something I really hate) to visit the site, seriously considered jumping the “electrical fence” to cuddle with a little sheepy, gawked at the monument that no one to this day really knows how it got there, it really was amazing and most certainly worth the trip
All in all, a success. It was so nice to have 4 days to really dig in to life here in London. This week I will be busy writing articles about every one of our camps and events. I have only a 3 day week so I’m already looking forward to another weekend. Oh and plans have changed again, I’m thinking I should just not say anything until it’s done so that I don’t have to keep correcting myself. Summer and I will not be going to Paris this weekend after all. Since I have decided to go there for a few days during my trip after London to see the French Open and don’t want to go twice, Summer will be going while her dad and brother are here to visit in a few weeks. Instead, I would like to see more of the country. I’m thinking Oxford and Windsor, but who knows really.
Everything is going good, my body is feeling fine although still not totally adjusted to the time, and I’m still so happy and satisfied to be here. Can’t believe it’s been 3 weeks already!!
Here is a bunch of pictures, there will be more up in an album on facebook:
Tour Bus, before it started pouring and before falling
Regents Park
The National Gallery
Tower Bridge
The Tower of London
Palace Guard, I saw him shake his head
These girls were pissed (drunk) singing some song
The Buckingham Palace fountain
Big Ben
A protest against Genocide in Sri Lanka on the lawn of Westminster Abbey
Pattiserie Valerie
Our Happy Eater Frog and Elephant Eggs
English Countryside
Salisbury Cottage
Stongehenge
Listening to the Headset
Really cool...how did they get here, and why?
We were really happy to be in the sun
I loved the little sheepys
The "Heel Stone" 
Not sure why, but I just like this one
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