Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Chocolate, Waffles, Fries, and Beer

I spent Easter weekend in Brussels, Belgium. After dropping off my luggage at the hostel, I ventured back into the main part of the city to see “The Art of the Brick” at the Stock Exchange.



I was totally mesmerized by all of the creations. Some abstract, some realistic, some representations of famous artworks or landmarks. All of it was simply fascinating.

“Create what you see. Create what you feel. Create what you have never seen. Just create.”-Nathan Sawaya

I ventured towards Grand Place to hunt down a famous Belgian waffle. In researching before my trip, I discovered that there are 2 kinds of waffles--Brussels waffles that are rectangular with powdered sugar sprinkled on top and Liege waffles with a less defined but still definitively waffle shape with sugar throughout the middle. Liege waffles are the way to go. The outside has a nice crunch to it while the inside is doughy, sugary bliss. In my search for a place to sit down to enjoy such a treat, I found Maison Dandoy and its terrace. Unfortunately, a guy in his 3rd floor apartment across the street had a rough night and decided my meal time entertainment needed to be him retching out the window. Absolutely disgusting.

Grand Place

I continued going through the shops around the Grand Place before searching for Mannequin Pis, the fountain of a little boy peeing. I couldn’t believe how many people swarmed the gate surrounding the fountain to get a picture of the underwhelming site. Being a good tourist (unlike 90% of the other tourists I encountered in Belgium), I snapped a pic and got out of the throng.

Mannequin Pis

I decided to have a traditional Bruxelles dinner and ate mussels and frites. I’d never had mussels before, but mastered the shells-as-a-fork technique in no time. After dinner I headed to Delirium village for a lambic. I went downstairs to the crowded bar, encountered too many rude people (not even drunk, mind you), gulped down a framboise lambic, and headed back to the hostel.

All around the hostel was a pretty miserable experience and I hope that future hostel trips won’t be as bad. I know--I got what I paid for, but it doesn’t change the fact that everywhere I went in Brussels I encountered people with absolutely no sense of common courtesy or decency.  (And I live in FRANCE, people, so this is seriously an issue if I’m commenting about it.)

Grand Place - Mini Europe

The next morning one of my hostel roommates crashed my party of one and tagged along with me to some attractions further out of town. We went to Mini Europe first, where each of the EU members has displays of its famous landmarks at 1/10 (?) scale. It was pretty cool to see some of the places--especially ones I have no desire to visit in person.

Atomium

After that we went to the Atomium and (rushed, not by my choice) through the exhibits and saw Brussels from the top atom. The tag-along and I parted ways on the metro back into the city where I bought a box of truffles at Godiva and enjoyed more beer at Delirium. I got my train times mixed up and thought I was leaving Brussels around 17h, but in reality I booked a ticket for a train leaving at 21h. Discouraged by the trip in general (crowds, excruciatingly rude people, and the whole vomit-out-the-window-onto-the-street incident), I went back to the hostel and read on my Kindle until it was time to head back to Paris.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Flashback Friday: London, UK

My sister and I visited London after I graduated college 2 years ago. We stayed for two weeks and still didn't see everything we could have!

We sort of stumbled upon the Royal Mews. We hadn't looked into it before we got to London and it ended up being one of my favorite parts of the trip. The Royal Mews at Buckingham Palace is home to the Windsor Grey horses that pull royal carriages for events. It's also home to the coaches and carriages themselves, including the Gold State Coach used for coronations. The Mews also include the Bentlys and Rolls Royce Phantoms when the Royal Family chooses cars over carriages.

Windsor Grey


Gold State Coach
Destination:  London, Great Britain
Date of Trip:  May 2012
Purpose of Trip:  Sister vacation
Things To Do:  Royal Mews
Tips:  A guided tour of the Mews is free...and recommended!

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Mont Saint-Michel Magic

A few people had recommended going to Mont Saint-Michel, but no one was entirely able to explain why it was a "must see." I trust the judgment of everyone who had said it, my curiosity was piqued, and so I knew I had to go.

Yet another one of the Americans here went too. We took an early train from Paris to Rennes, then got on the bus from Rennes to the base of the St. Michel causeway, then took a shuttle to the hotel before continuing on to the Mont.



It's really quite a sight to behold. We picked up tourist maps and continued along the narrow and winding street. A man at the Maritime Museum got our attention and we bought the 4 museum pass. The maritime museum contained mostly model ships from various centuries.  It was a quick walk through before we exited on the walkway of the outer wall. We were surprised to see so many people walking along the silt and sand--especially since there was a warning sign for quicksand.



Up next on the museum tour was the Archeoscope. We were told the next showing would begin in 10 minutes so we browsed gift shops until we were let in. The Archeoscope is a sound/light/visual presentation about the history of Mont St Michel. The way it started, I thought it was going to be the lamest thing I'd ever seen. However, there were some really cool effects (like the fact that the floor of the "stage" was actually a pool and a model of the mont rose from its depth during the presentation) and I enjoyed it MUCH more than I expected.



Continuing on along the narrow streets and up the outer wall (and lots and lots of stairs) we went to the history museum next. It, too, was a quick visit, but had some interesting things. The French seem to be really into using creepy mannequins for their prison displays. The Mont has a long and interesting history, but it didn't seem that much of it could be adequately displayed.

We were hungry and in Bretagne, so naturally, I suggested crepes. We went to La Sirene for lunch. Best crepes I'll probably ever have here, since I got them at the source. I went for my standard galette--ham, cheese, and mushroom--and finished with a banana and homemade salted butter caramel crepe for dessert. It almost goes without saying that we had a pitcher of cider, too.

We went to the abbey next. It was a bit of a wait to get tickets, but it was worth it. The abbey was built in four major stages and seems much larger than you would think by just looking at the map. Nothing in particular really struck me side aside from the view from the cloister garden. (Of course, I don't have a picture of it because it was the focal point of every tourist's photo.)




We had talked about going to MSM a few weeks prior, but put it off to properly arrange it to be longer than a day trip for the sole purpose of seeing the tide come in. During periods of high tide, Mont Saint Michel becomes an island. We finished touring the entirety of the abbey (and gift shop of course) around 16h15, so we went to the gardens to watch the tide come in. There's no good way to explain what we saw, but it nearly felt as though the island was sinking instead of the water rising around it. I keep thinking of the scene from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang where they think the car is going to get stuck until it changes just in time...so, watch that to understand what I mean :)





The Abbey at Mont St Michel reminded me a lot of the monasteries at Meteora, Greece. Isolated and high atop mysterious rock formations, somehow frozen in time. The whole experience is rather difficult to put into words. Mont St Michel almost seems like another world entirely, as though reality has been suspended while you wander the fortress. The phenomenon of the rising tide is simply magical and adds to the mystique of the experience.



After watching the tide for about an hour we set out for the last museum--Tiphaine's house. The only reason I really cared about seeing this (other than getting my money's worth) was because one of the prized possessions of the museum is a chastity belt.  (Side note--I went through the whole museum and still have no earthly idea who Tiphaine is.) We headed towards the entrance of the island, picked up some treats at La Mere Poulard Boutique, and tried to go back the way we came. However, the wooden walkway was underwater, so we found a "secret" exit and headed back to the hotel. We stopped at the supermarket and bought some salted butter caramels (oh my goodness so delicious) and some salted butter caramel bon-bons (like Werther's Originals but infinitely better) before we went to the most filling four-course dinner at the resto across the street.



The next morning we took the bus back to Rennes to explore Bretagne's capital before our evening train home to Paris. We ate at an organic restaurant before heading to Les Champs Libres. Les Champs Libres contained a library, the Museum of Brittany, and the Science Museum & Planetarium. Two engineers--we bought tickets to the Planetarium and science museum. The planetarium show was really cool! I even understood most of the presentation which was entirely in French! The rest of the museum was geared towards younger children, but we enjoyed practicing our French and playing with the hands-on displays anyway.

Rennes is pretty forgettable (and backwards...everything opens at 14h), but the day at Mont Saint Michel was worth the entire trip!

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

My Heart Belongs in Oslo

This past weekend I went to Oslo with one of the other girls in the program here. We left work to head straight to the airport. There’s not much point in detailing every aspect of our transportation (it’s dull and there’s so much more to write about from the actual trip), but I must say that security was a breeze. The agent was actually JOVIAL. It’s rare enough that someone in Paris smiles or laughs (and speaks English, no less), but this man did that in addition to being the equivalent of a TSA agent. Mind blown.
We arrived in Oslo around 11 PM (23h for the Euros reading this) and got on the airport express train into the city. We accidentally got on the wrong train, but remedied the problem by taking a taxi the rest of the way to Cochs Pensjonat, our hostel. After checking in and getting situated in the room, I left to visit my friend who lives in Oslo. I only visited for a short while (I was exhausted and he had an early train the next morning), but he gave me some great suggestions of things to do and see over the weekend.
The next morning we thought we would start our day around 9:30. Unfortunately for us, Oslo likes to sleep in and nothing opens until 10. We strolled the block until the nearby coffee shop opened and we had a delicious breakfast and jolt of caffeine to fuel our walk to Frognerparken.
Inside the sprawling park are dozens and dozens (200+) of sculptures by artist Gustav Vigeland. Bronze statues flank either side of the bridge leading from the park’s main entrance and granite works surround the famous monolith. Usually modern art is a hit or miss for me, and some of the statues were—in my honest and humble opinion—ugly. However, all of them have a theme of family and love. And sometimes, neither may be pretty. (Admittedly, some of the statues of children had really disturbing/quasi-demonic faces which were unsettling.)  Walking around the park and looking at all the statues brought on a pang of homesickness, but thinking of silly poses with the statues helped keep it at bay.

Vigeland Sculpture Park

We walked to Majorstuen to take the metro up to Holmenkollen Ski Jump. My friend recommended going to the top to see all of Oslo and maybe we’d catch some cross country skiing too. The metro was JAM PACKED with people going to Holmenkollen for a cross country skiing championship. (It’s a month after the Olympics--is there really a need for a world championship this soon?!)  We were somewhat herded towards the skiing spectacle, not realizing there was a turn for the jump, so we wandered a bit trying to figure out what to do. We decided to head back down towards the restaurant we’d passed to figure things out (crossing our fingers for free wifi). It started raining, then pouring, then hailing. We warmed up by the restaurant’s fireplace and had a drink while we regrouped. Once the rain cleared we tried for a second time to get up to the jump. We looked up to the top of the jump and realized the flag couldn’t be seen...which meant there wouldn’t be any visibility. Back to the metro!



view from the bottom of Holmenkollen Ski Jump


Lauren found an odd museum in our guide that decided to find next. We explored a little bit of Karl Johan’s gate and headed to the Mini Bottle Gallery. This little gem deserves a post all its own, but it’s an experience I’m bursting to share with everyone!


Molecule Models - Noble Peace Center

We left the Mini Bottle Gallery and headed to Aker Brygge to visit the Nobel Peace Center. The center had a thought-provoking exhibit featuring European photographers on the ground floor. Upstairs, the center displayed an exhibit detailing the work of the latest Nobel Peace Laureate, the OPCW. I honestly didn’t know anything about the organization before it was awarded the prize, so it was interesting to learn about their work. My favorite part of the center, though, was the Nobel Field. It’s difficult to explain (so see the picture below), but it’s neat to walk amongst the displays and read more about the laureates.


Nobel Field - Nobel Peace Center
We continued on walking around Aker Brygge trying to find a restaurant that served a Norwegian specialty--reindeer. Unfortunately, we only found a TGIFriday’s and a handful of French restaurants. (I did NOT travel all the way to Oslo to eat more French food.) We finally found Sake, a resto catering to our second choice of fare, sushi. What a great second choice. It was the BEST sushi I have ever had (and may ever have) in my entire life. We got a tasting menu and literally everything on the plate was incredible. The fish was the freshest I’ve ever eaten, the rice was cooked perfectly, and the rolls were delicious.


Our AMAZING Sushi Presentation
After sushi, we headed back to the hostel for a nap. Which then turned into sleeping for the night...almost. We had a couple (trio?) next door having some fun of their own and once they stopped the bar downstairs pumped up the music. Oh well, c’est la vie, non?!


Wandering Karl Johan's Gate
The next morning we woke up very early, packed, and set out for breakfast. Like I mentioned earlier, Oslo likes to sleep in, especially on a Sunday. We wandered Karl Johan’s Gate for quite some time before settling on a sketchy McDonald’s. After eating and chatting for a while (aka wasting time), we continued wandering and waited in a small park for the National Gallery to open. We explored the twenty-something rooms of the National Gallery, not far behind a tour group. The museum is relatively small, but had some impressive pieces considering. Because France (and more specifically, Paris) was/is the center of the art world and because Norway didn’t have an Institute of Fine Arts for quite some time, many of the Norwegian artists studied technique in Paris and returned to Norway to paint their homeland. The collection included a few pieces from Degas (my favorite), Monet, Manet, Rodin, and Picasso.


Claude Monet - Spring by the Seine - National Gallery
Of course, the highlight of the museum is Edvard Munch’s The Scream. He made four versions, the supposed first of which hangs in the National Gallery. Two subsequent are located in the Munch Museum in the east of the city and the final was sold at auction last year.  We’d caught up to the tour at this point and we listened as the guide explained the story of the painting. Munch had been walking and noticed that the nature around him seemed to be screaming. Overwhelmed by such intensity, Munch began screaming himself. The painting is the representation of his experience.


Edvard Munch - The Scream - National Gallery
Unsure of how to spend our remaining few hours in Oslo, we walked along Bogstadveien--one of the most expensive streets in Europe--and admired the shops (which were all closed). Realizing we were close to Majorstuen and the weather seemed to be cooperating, we decided to sprint to the finish of our time in Oslo and head back to Holmenkollen Ski Jump. It was quite a hike up to the museum and jump, but we made it! We skipped the museum (thankfully...because I have no interest in the evolution of the ski and its associated paraphernalia) and got on the lift to the top. We climbed the last flight of stairs to reach the VERY top of the ski jump and WOW. I was so overwhelmed. That view alone made the entire trip worth it. The fjords, the water, the mountains, the city below. Just incredible. 360 degrees of pure Norway and I soaked in every second of it. I am eternally grateful that my friend told me that it was a “can’t miss experience” because I hadn’t come across it in any of my pre-trip research. The pictures just can’t do it justice, though I took plenty in an attempt to try.


View from the top of Holmenkollen
View from the top of Holmenkollen
Panoramic of Oslo from the top of Holmenkollen Ski Jump
From the Ski Jump level of Holmenkollen

We spent a pretty good amount of time admiring the views before we started our sprint (yes, sprint) to the airport. A route through the gift shop before the downhill trot/jog/run to the metro which we nearly missed. A hurried walk from Majorstuen to the hostel to get our bags and a power walk through Slottsparken to the Nationaltheateret station. A quick chance to catch our breath before hurrying through the metro/train station complex to buy Flytoget tickets and finally we were on the last leg to the airport. We made it through security rather easily, grabbed some quick food, and boarded our plane home to Paris. It was a tight time schedule, but definitely worth it. I must say, Oslo has my heart for sure.



Friday, March 21, 2014

Flashback Friday: Niagara Falls

During the summer I interned in Iowa, I met another plant intern, Blaine, during our corporate sessions in Omaha.  Blaine and I have kept in touch, and once we found out the other was a hockey fan, we decided to take a weekend trip to see the Blackhawks play in Toronto.

We flew into Buffalo, NY to save money on flights and to see the Falls on the way to Canada.  Unluckily for us, Buffalo got hit with a winter storm before our arrival.  Temperatures hovered around 10 degrees Fahrenheit, with wind chill going well below 0.  I don't think I have ever been that cold in my entire life.  (Note:  3 days after our visit, the Falls froze over.)  We had planned to see Niagara Falls from both the US and Canada but we felt on the verge of frostbite and wanted to eat and get to Toronto before another wave of snow came through.  Plus, because the Falls hadn't frozen, it was difficult to see since the mist froze solid in midair.

 
Niagara Falls from the Observation Deck

Goat Island

Blaine & Me (the poor guy we asked to take the photo was NOT happy)

Destination:  Niagara Falls (USA)
Date of Trip:  December 13, 2013
Purpose of Trip:  Hockey weekend in Toronto
Things To Do:  Niagara Falls State Park (more attractions open in summer)
Tips:  If you visit in winter, BUNDLE UP!

Friday, March 14, 2014

Flashback Friday: Capri, Italy

All of the exploring I'm doing in Paris is making me reminisce about my past travels.  I hope to post some photos from most of the places shown on my map.  This week, I'm starting with...

Capri, Italy

Capri is still one my favorite places that I've been.  It's beautiful and romantic and I wish I'd had the opportunity to explore more.  If (when) I go back, I'm going to snorkel the blue and green grottos.


Marina Grande


Picture taken from the Augustus Gardens

Grotta Verde 
Lighthouse of Punta Carena

Destination:  Capri, Italy
Date of Trip:  March 2007
Purpose of Trip:  High School Latin Class Trip
Things To Do:  Take a boat tour around the island!  Stop by the Carthusia Perfume Factory for a small bottle to remember the scents of Capri.
Tips:  Save money by staying in Sorrento (mainland) and taking a boat to Capri instead of staying on the island.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

This, Madame, is Versailles.


This is ridiculous.
This, Madame, is Versailles.
quote from Marie Antoinette (2006)

Last Saturday Lauren and I decided to venture out to Versailles to see the Chateau.  Upon recommendation from our American friends, the off-season is the best time to walk around the chateau (and other buildings on site) because it gets so insanely crowded during tourism season (which, is also when the gardens are in full bloom).

The chateau is huge and immaculate, just as one would imagine.  I always find it difficult to walk through places like this though.  I know that the curators and historians have put a great deal of effort to decorate the rooms in styles similar to its original design, and I also know that there must have been some intense restoration efforts (in the past and ongoing) to enliven the art and the details throughout.  None of those efforts are in vain (in my humble opinion), but...I'm a little less interested in the perfect presentation and much more interested in everything that isn't on the normal tour.  I may or may not have an adventurous streak (exploring some "iffy" areas at Ostia Antica in Italy, bungee jumping in Greece)  What's on the actual tour at Versailles pales in comparison to what is actually there--I know it does.  I want to crawl through the secret passageways and see the servant's quarters and explore every single room.  Again, the Chateau is phenomenal.  The paintings, the Hall of Mirrors, the Hall of Battles.  Incredible.  Just makes you wonder what other treasures hide in the rooms off the tour...

Hall of Mirrors

We ventured from the Chateau down the main avenue of the gardens to the Petit Trianon, part of Marie Antoinette's estate.  I think this may have been my favorite part of our visit.  Marie Antoinette had a small bedroom (still larger than my Parisian apartment!).  Just off of the bedroom was her boudoir, which acted as a sitting room with two windows.  But, Marie Antoinette requested that panels to cover the windows rise from the floors to ensure privacy.  You can see the mechanism on the ground floor where the king's staircase used to be (before Marie Antoinette had it ripped out).  The upstairs also had a grand room that doubled as a dining room with a table that could rise from the floor.  I'm not sure if it was actually ever used in this manner, as the kitchen was not fully finished for this.

Marie Antoinette's Boudoir, with the panel partially covering the windows

We continued on to the Grand Trianon afterward.  The pink marble is really beautiful and covers most of the exterior.  Inside, we found it rather odd that the bedrooms were all very much open to the hallways (unlike some of the quarters in the Chateau and definitely unlike the Petit Trianon).

Peristyle with view of the Right Wing

Lauren and I saw the Queen's Hamlet on the map and ventured back towards the Petit Trianon.  However, I failed to notice that the entrance we were looking for is only open during high season, so we walked quite a ways to be denied entry.  We started the big hike back to the Chateau to exit as close to the train station as possible.  In total, we walked over 6.5 miles at Versailles...not including walking inside the Palace.  We were pretty wiped out by the time we nearly reached the train station, so we decided to recharge at the local creperie.

We each had a savory galette (buckwheat crepe)--mine was mushrooms and cheese--and then we split a crepe amandine (roasted apples and almonds).  So yummy!  The short break gave us enough power to get to the train station for the 45 minute ride back into the city.  Overall, a very successful day!

Lauren & Me taking Hall of Mirrors selfies :)

Now I can't wait to go back to Versailles once the gardens are in full bloom!!