Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Day Three: My mood matches the weather

Day Three
Saturday, May 14, 2011 


{With a shout out HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Rachel Staves and Happy Anniversary to my parents!}


Weather Conditions: Cold and rainy.




Can you say...


Dead. To. The. World.
              ?                                 
                                     
               

{Because that is exactly what I was Saturday morning.}



 Apparently I was tired because I turned my alarm off in my sleep and woke up at 6:45am...15 minutes before we were supposed to leave. Oops. Needless to say I had to rush pack and get ready. Luckily, I had packed most of my things the night before so it wasn’t too bad. I did forget my razor though (I’m guessing, because the next day I couldn’t find it anywhere). Good thing the Europeans are hairy! I will blend right in! 

Also, in my rush I didn’t stop to use the restroom...before a four hour bus ride...
...yeah...
All that was going through my mind was the quote from What About Bob?

{What if, I have to go to the bathroom and I can’t find one!? ....and my bladder explodes...?}

Thankfully, that didn’t happen.

We left the hotel around 7:15 (turns out I did have time to pack after all, lame) and stopped for breakfast at a rest stop about two hours later (9am).  I used this opportunity to take preventative measures against bladder implosion (i.e. I used the restroom). I figured a trip to a British hospital was one site I didn’t want to see in Europe. Then I ate a nice large “Classic” English Breakfast, composed of two eggs, bacon, sausage and a hash brown, to tide me over for the rest of the day since we wouldn’t be having lunch. 
After breakfast we drove another few hours to Preston, England to the Preston Temple. We stayed on the temple grounds in the patron accommodations. That was nice because we had a kitchen downstairs where we could make big group meals (covered by the program, saving me some food money). The rooms had five people apiece. I was put with Shardae, Suzy, Hannah and Heather. After checking in, we all went downstairs to the common room where people were talking and playing a few games. The directors went to get groceries for us and about an hour later we had a group pasta dinner. Yum. 
Homemade American-style Italian food in England. 
Totally normal. 


Totally delicious.


(Oh, and ice cream for dessert.)


{Living. the. dream.}

After dinner we all just stayed in the common room and played games until 11 o’clock. We played a few rounds of Mafia and then I got bored and went and talked with people in the kitchen (Heather and Rogelio mostly). 
I’ll be honest. This first night, as fun as it was, was not really that fun for me. I was still trying to find a niche in the group. Annoyingly, a lot of people had already formed cliques and friendships, but I wasn’t feeling the love. There wasn’t really anyone that I even cared to know (as sad and mean as that sounds) so I was feeling a bit down. All I can say is I was sincerely concerned that the rest of the trip would continue in this way, because if it did, I don’t know if I could get through four more weeks. 


...and there was no wifi in the temple accommodations...this, in addition to a lame social situation, had a detrimental effect on my immediate happiness...

Spoiler Alert: 
Things eventually got better in a couple days, and I am quite content right now. But I was legitimately worried that this trip would be terrible and I had wasted a lot of time and money that I didn’t have to waste. So don’t worry readers! Life is good. 




{Keep reading to find out why...}

Monday, May 23, 2011

Day Two: Pounds, Cheerios, and Miles are different in British

Day Two
May 13, 2011
8:15am
Beeeep, beeeep, beeeep!!!


The WORST sound in the history of sounds. 


...The ALARM... 

Unfortunately, sometimes the most awesome days have to start with that ugly sound, and this study abroad is no exception. Even though I got about 12 hours of sleep, the morning came too soon for my taste. Still exhausted from my journey across the pond, it was a struggle to get out of bed the first real morning of my trip. I didn't even have a roommate to help force me out of my {comatose state} either. This actually proved to be rather disconcerting on another level as well because in my groggy state of mind, I wasn't entirely sure I knew when and where we were supposed to meet as a class to depart for our first business visit. I kept listening to noises in the hallway to make sure I wouldn't get left behind. 
To make matters worse, while I was getting ready for the day I tried to straighten my hair. Bad news. My transformer isn't powerful enough to handle my straightener. This ended in 
1) A useless straightener and 2) a pungent smell of electrical fire in my room. 


Perfect. 


Plus, I didn't hem my dress pants before I left, so I can only wear them with heels... 

Result:
Half-straightened hair and uncomfortable high heels to be worn the rest of the day...on cobblestones





Even better.

9:00am
I was running a little late so I hurried out the door, worried about being left behind (since I didn’t  have a roommate to confirm times with me). However, I had enough time to grab a quick breakfast of cereal in the hotel restaurant. I sat down with Rogelio, Hannah and Heather for a couple minutes, then we all (the class) headed to the bus to go. We drove about 25 minutes to the University of Edinburgh campus where we visited the Scottish Microelectronics Company. It’s a non-profit company that is part of the university that began in 1960. It was pretty interesting I thought. We listened for a few minutes to a general powerpoint presentation about what SM and microelectronics are, and then we divided into three groups for a tour of the facility. It was fun listening to our guide because he had a great Scottish accent. He was super nice too, and was really good at dumbing down the technological processes for us. Basically, microelectronics is an industry that prepares electronic chips that work as the blueprints for the actual machinery and factory processes that go into manufacturing a product. It’s like the pre-manufacturing technology...it’s difficult to understand and even more difficult to explain. The CEO described it as a company that “creates wealth out of innovation.”  (i.e. they sell knowledge and innovation in the form of wafers, or chips). What I got out of it was that the workers looked cool and official because they had to wear haz-mat suits. It looks very intense. Although, in actuality, they wear them because the rooms are controlled environments to keep the air sterile. The chips are super sensitive so they ventilate and filter the air multiple times to prevent dust and bacteria from entering the rooms. It’s very intense. 
Another cool thing (literally) I learned was that they have a huge tank (thousands of liters) of nitrogen that has tons of ice buildup on the piping outside. They use it to keep the machinery cool and ventilated and, get this, it has to be refilled every six days! Even so, apparently it is cheaper than milk! So, I’m thinking that if the economy continues to decline, liquid nitrogen may be a good alternative...food for thought. (Or, drink, in this case...)
Final fun fact: At the end of our tour and debriefing, SMC gave us each 
the world’s smallest televisions to take home...
....but they didn’t explain what that meant...
Basically they are just tiny chips at the end of a small strip (like a Listerine mouthstrip size). I’m assuming they are microchips that go into the televions’ makeup. But I have no idea how, so its unfortunately not about to show me the world’s smallest HD version of Lord of the Rings. Oh well, I’m pretty sure the picture would be about the size of my pupil so it probably wouldn’t be that great anyways...
11:30am
We then took the bus to the Royal Mile in downtown Edinburgh where we were dropped off and had free time for two hours. I went with a few people and we walked down the street to...wait for it....the Elephant House! Don’t recognize the name? Perhaps you will appreciate it more when I tell you that it is in fact the very cafe where J.K. Rowling wrote {Harry Potter} I bet that’s a name you’ve heard! We took pictures in front and walked in, but didn’t want to stay to eat or anything, so we just looked at a few newspaper clippings on the wall. That was about all there was to look at anyways. But still really cool. 


{Harry Potter! Harry Potter, ooh! Harry Potter! ...DUMBLEDORE!}




{Old church along the Royal Mile}



 {Classic Red Telephone Booths shot down the Royal Mile}



After that we walked back up the street and down the Royal Mile (apparently the only famous thing in Edinburgh). It’s just a popular and overpriced market street that I assume extends a mile (go figure). So we just walked around, looked at a beautiful old church, and took pictures of the Royal Palace from a bridge (it was across the river). Then we grabbed lunch from a nice little corner sandwich shop. It was really good, and the two owners were super nice. We took forever deciding what to order because there were tons of interesting and delicious-sounding choices. We eventually all got our food though and then meandered down the Royal Mile to the end where the Scottish Parliament building resides. 
Note: 

Do not attempt to walk the Royal Mile (or around any other cobblestoned city) with high heels. It is not comfortable, and it is not worth it. Trust me. I lasted for about an hour (which is actually pretty good I think) before my feet began to scream. Literally. I think I heard them crying from the ground, “Ahhhh! Stop Brittney! Just cut us off! It’s not worth it. You don’t really need feet anyways. We won’t blame you, just put us out of our misery!!!” 

That’s a direct quote right there. 
View of Edinburgh Royal Palace from Bridge off the Royal Mile 
{You may not be able to tell, but my feet are killing me here...}




1:45pm
At the Parliament I took the opportunity to use change out of my business attire and change out of my heels into my flats. The Scottish Parliament was pretty interesting...at least architecturally. According to our tour guide––who had no problem expounding on every single detail about Parliament, the building, and the politics––every detail about this modern parliament building told a story and had symbolic meaning related to the physical land of Scotland, its people, its language, culture and politics. It honestly was pretty impressive, but the tour lasted an hour, it was all standing and walking (except for the very end where we could sit) and I had been walking around in heels all day so I was so ready rest. Oh, and I had to use the restroom, so my bladder was not helping the situation at all. In a word, I was just really impatient. However, she did say some interesting things, and I would recommend looking up the Scottish Parliament sometime...but I’m not going to go into any more detail here (yeah, you’re welcome).
After the tour I walked up with the group to the Edinburgh Castle. We walked through the castle (for 14£, what a rip off) and saw all the different rooms and buildings (e.g. dungeons, cannons, halls, the crown jewels, dining and living areas etc.). I liked the cannons...mostly because they remind me of Brian Regan’s “cannonball wound” bit. (I promise I’m not completely obsessed...just mostly). 
View from Edinburgh Castle


Step 1: Do not stand directly in front of a cannon.

Fun fact: 
The oldest structure on the mound was the small chapel near the cannons, built in the 12th century. 



c. 5:30pm

After the castle, we walked around Edinburgh and around the University park. We stopped there and rested in the sun on the grass for a few minutes chatting and people-watching (we = Heather, Rogelio, Adam, Hirsch and I). Then Rogelio really wanted to talk to people and play soccer, so we all played a pickup game of soccer with two University students, Colin and Gabe. Gabe was actually an American getting his masters in Public Affairs at the University of Edinburgh, and Colin was “one of his only Scottish friends.” That was cool to play with them, but my feet hurt so badly that I just played goalie (so I could remain relatively stationary). We played for about half an hour, then around 8 o’clock we finished and walked around some more and finally headed back home on the bus. The walk to the bus was a fairly long one though, so I was quite relieved when we found it and I could sit down! It was a double decker so rode up top. Edinburgh is really pretty, especially along the seaside drives. However, I am glad we only spent one full day there because there wasn’t much else to do there besides the Royal Mile, the Castle and the HMS Britannia. 


{Maybe that’s why they drink so much...}

9:00pm

The bus dropped us off right by the ASDA (i.e. walmart) so we went in and got food. Heather, Hirsch and I shared a meal of PB&J’s. I bought crackers, strawberry jam, and two baguettes all for a grand total of 1.03£. Yeah, I was impressed with me too. Talk about a cheap dinner plan! Hirsch, Heather, Luke and Adam just met in my room (since I don’t have a roommate) and ate there whilst watching the last half of the movie “Along Came a Spider.” Heather was the only one to stay and finish the movie (which ended at 11pm). After she left I stayed up a while longer. For some reason I was incredibly cold and couldn’t get warm. Solution: Shower. A win-win-win situation that simultaneously warms you up AND cleans you. Bonus! 
After showering (heaven) I did some preliminary packing so I wouldn’t be struggling in the morning and went to bed (finally) around 1am. Not the best strategy for rejuvenation, but I guess that’s how it goes sometimes...



Next stop, England!

Friday, May 20, 2011

Day One: A Quick Flight Across the Pond

Day 1
Thursday, May 12, 2011

Location: Boston Logan International Airport
Time: 5pm
Flight Departure: 7:05pm
Result: Extreme boredom combined with great anticipation for impending departure

The 45 minute drive into Boston was full of adrenalin and excitement for my trip across the great pond. However, as soon as my mom's car pulled away from the curb and I started walking into the airport, the fun started to wear off. I have to make a confession: I kind of hate airports and traveling. Ironic, I know. I used to really like it, but now I fly so often (between school and home each year) that it's gotten banal and annoying. Of course, it's better than the alternative... 

Now, usually they tell you to arrive at the airport at least two hours in advance for international flights. But I guess flying out to Scotland on a Wednesday evening means a fairly quick check-in and security clearance because I was sitting at my gate no more than 20 minutes after I arrived. 
Annnnd cue 90 minute countdown to boarding. i.e. sit there on uncomfortable black airport seat trying not to get caught staring at the international people sitting across from me.
Luckily, on a large international flight the boarding started around 6:20 so i only waited a little over an hour. It was fun flying on British Airways because there were so many diverse cultures. I sat next to two guys who were near my age (I think). One of them was Italian, but I think the other may have been Spanish. I don't know. There was also a man behind me from Switzerland, a couple from England, and lots of other nationalities. It makes the trip a little more interesting when one can eavesdrop on others' cultural ways...not that I did that or anything...awkward...

Finally, after six hours, one and a half in-flight movies (The Tourist and Tron––which I don't recommend), two crying babies (twins?), a surly stewardess, and one vegetarian lasagna dinner, we landed at London Heathrow International.


Note: 
This was the first time that I have had airplane food where I was literally reenacting Brian Regan's airplane bit. You know the part where he talks about how cramped you are so that you have to angle your elbows and twist the spork into your mouth?? Yeah...that happened. Eating was so difficult. I don't know why either, because I had the aisle seat. But for some reason my elbows were pinched together and I had to rotate my fork between my fingers and lean into the bite in order to eat. And of course the food tray is so small that it's a balancing puzzle act just to avoid tipping anything over onto yourself or the person next to you. Not to mention the fact that I didn't say one word to the guy next to me, so we were eating in silence––which would  not necessarily be awkward, but when we both looked completely disabled whilst trying to ingest our dinner, I would say some awkward tension existed. I wanted so badly to bring up Brian Regan. I admit I was really close to laughing out loud at the absurdity of the situation...but then that would have created further embarrassment for me as the random Italian probably has no knowledge of Brian Regan or his relevant commentary on airplane experiences. In conclusion, I would submit that it is nearly impossible to eat daintily or attractively whilst on a airplane. Just remember not to make reservations on a flight for a date...it's not pretty. You've been warned.


Back to main train of thought...




 I went through the passport line fairly quickly when it was short, but then I didn't have a landing card filled out so I had to go to the side to get one, then get back in line. By then, however, the queue had doubled with Indians (I have no idea where they came from...besides India) and it took me another 15 minutes to get through. Then I had to wait in three more security lines. In short, by the time I made it through security it was 8:30am. My flight began boarding at 8:40am. Needless to say, I was a little anxious. You may recall my last airport experience in London last spring...lets just say it involved cutting security, running a mile down the wrong terminal, leaving my backpack open and losing my favorite sweatpants, and almost missing my flight. Let's just say.


Fortunately, I made it through without a hitch. Of course, knowing my gate number and terminal always helps when trying to find the plane, so I found it pretty directly. I then proceeded to fly from London to Edinburgh where I had to wait in baggage claim for two hours to meet up with Ben from my group. His flight had been delayed so I had to wait an extra hour or so. But it wasn't too bad. Shardae came too, but she had planned to stay and wait for the rest of the group who were coming on a later flight. So Ben and I took a cab to the Premier Inn in Leif in Edinburgh. The drive was beautiful. Scotland is a lush green, with a beautiful coast. It looks a lot like New England, but more...European. Plus the coastal views included rolling hills in the distance, a nice aesthetic touch. Additionally, to my surprise, the weather was quite nice. Sunny and decently warm (although the sea breeze...really a strong wind...made it a little chillier). We had to wait a few hours though before we could actually check in so we explored a little bit. We went to the Asda supermarket (chain owned by Wal-mart) where I bought a water, and then we discovered that there was free wifi in the adjoining hotel restaurant, so we hung out there for awhile. To my horror I learned that the Celtics had lost in the NBA Playoffs, but then I remembered I was in the land of the Celts and I got over the loss fairly quickly (sorry Boston!). 


Sunset at Western Harbor, Edinburgh, Scotland


At this point, jet lag (i.e. utter exhaustion) was setting in. We had left Wednesday evening in the States, stayed awake almost the whole flight over to Europe, and were starting a new day at 11am when we got to the hotel. And we had the whole day ahead of us. Not a pleasant prospect to be sure. 


BTW: Scottish accents = awesome. Sometimes it's hard to pay attention to a conversation because the accent is so distracting. I tend to drown out what people are actually saying so I can just take in the sound of their voice. Probably not the best habit...


By 2pm the rest of the class had arrived at the hotel and we checked in. Unfortunately, I was assigned a room to myself. It was nice in the sense that I could do whatever I wanted, but I felt a little out of the loop. After check-in, we had a group activity. 
We all went to visit the HMS Britannia, the former royal yacht used by the British royal family (including Prince Charles and Princess Diana, Queen Elizabeth etc.) That was pretty cool, but I will be honest, I was kind of in a haze. We had audio guides but I didn't listen very carefully. It was fun to go through all the rooms and parts of the ship though. I really liked the adjoining sailboat and cruiser. Beautiful vessels. They reminded me of the Kekko (for those of you who don't know, that is the name of our boat in Canada). Anyways...the tour was nice, but I wasn't really in the mood (I just wanted to go to bed). 


The HMS Britannia




The Royal Sailboat
The Bloodhound




Me and Heather





Afterwards, we walked down the main street and Ben, Rogelio and I decided to go to the    Starbank Pub that our cabbie had recommended to us on our way to the hotel. It turned out to be quite good (I ordered some sort of cheesy penne pasta dish) and eventually the rest of the class joined us. The waitress wasn't terribly happy about having fifteen students walk in for dinner at a pub, but other than that the experience was a good one. I even tried a bite of Rogelio's fried haggis dish (haggis is apparently a native dish of Scotland). It was good, I liked it. But then again, fried things are usually delicious, no matter what they are. 


After dinner the three of us (who had finished before the rest of the group who had come in later) walked back to the hotel around 7pm. I went straight to my room, began to get my computer, then crashed on the bed. I was completely out by 8 o'clock. Woke up once around 1am then slept through until 8:15am. 




Bliss.



Thursday, May 19, 2011

Here's the Deal

Ok guys, so here's the deal...

I am a week behind in my blog posts. I have written out lists of what I've done every day, but I don't really want to write exhaustive posts for each one because it will just take too long. So, I am going to summarize as best I can and hopefully add some illustrative anecdotes to provide some color to my record. It's just difficult to write every day because we get up early and get in late, and we almost never have wifi. Therefore, I ask that you bear with me, and stay tuned for when I actually get some real material up.


Cheers!

Monday, May 16, 2011

Update: Cafe Blogger

Well, I am here in Europe! Unfortunately, the internet is not available for free in most of our hotels, so I probably won't be able to post my adventures as often as I would like to. Currently, I am sitting in a McDonald's in London by Earl's Court Station using their free internet. It's amazing that we're already here in London. We started out in Edinburgh, Scotland last Thursday, then traveled to Preston, England and stayed at the Preston Temple grounds accommodations. Today we left Preston and visited Cadbury World in Birmingham, and moved on to London this evening. We arrived around 5:30, got situated in our rooms, and then I went out with Suzy, Janelle, Hannah, and Michael to walk around the Westminster area. We took pictures of the Houses of Parliament, Big Ben, the London Eye and then walked along the boardwalk until we found a place to eat (Pizza Express, with a 20% discount from our tourist map––Score!). 

The plan is to come back tomorrow night and actually put up a real post of what I've been doing, because one paragraph explanation doesn't begin to cover it. However, for now I must sign off and head back to our dead zone hotel....at least its a dead zone hotel in LONDON!!! Holla! 

A few important notes: 
1. I'm safe. No worries parentals, I have not been taken, robbed or left behind. 
2. Do not expect frequent posts or updates via blog, Facebook or email in the next few weeks––there just isn't ever internet available. But I will do my best! 

Friday, May 6, 2011

Let's Suspend the Formalities and Get Right to the Good Stuff

Once again I find myself embarking on a voyage to Europe. While abroad, this blog will serve as my personal confidante, record and travel log. So, let's review the itinerary shall we?



The Program: 
European Business Study Abroad

Translation: 
Vacation 
(with term paper at the end--trifles)

Time: 
May 12 – June 15

Places: 
Edinburgh, Scotland
Preston, England
London, England
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Paris, France
Lausanne, Switzerland
Wengen, Switzerland
Munich, Germany
Vienna, Austria
Padova, Italy
Parma, Italy
Florence, Italy
Perugia, Italy
Pescara, Italy
Rome, Italy

...I feel a little bit like Jason Bourne looking at this list...ironically our first business visit is to a bank. Perhaps I will pick up a few...items...from my "secret" account there?

Communication: 
(Aka. My connection to the outside world)

Cell Phone
Facebook✓
Skype✓
Blog✓
Email✓
Postcards✓

The Packing List:
1 Suitcase, 1 Carry-On 
4 Weeks in Europe
(with space leftover for all the wonderful clothes and souvenirs I will buy)

Items Approximation:
4 pairs jeans/pants
1 pair slacks
2 skirts
2 dresses
2 business blouses
6 casual tops
2-3 cardigans
1 pair sweatpants
1 sweatshirt
2 tees
1 pair sneakers
1 pair running shoes
2 pair flats
1 jacket
1 scarf
misc.

Carry-On Backpack:
1 camera
1 laptop
1 notebook

Others:
1 passport
1 international student card
1 roundtrip plane ticket 


Things to Get Before I Leave
1 converter  (not a missionary)
1 transformer (not the robot, although that may go on another to-do list...)
1 replacement power cord for my computer (mine broke)
1-2 business blouses
1 haircut

Things I Won't Need
-A money belt (stupid, ugly things. no sense of fashion, these belts may hold cash, but they certainly aren't $money$)



Luckily, I don’t have too much to do to get ready for my trip (T-minus 6 days now!). From past experience, international flight is not too bad...I have only had my luggage lost once (incidentally my very first trip abroad) and since then I have not had many problems traveling at all (except for when I almost missed my flight back to France and was almost stranded in London; let’s just say that cutting the security line, running half a mile  down the wrong terminal with my backpack unzipped, losing articles of clothing along the way, and getting weird looks from British travelers was definitely not my favorite travel experience...)    see my other BLOG for the whole story...

However, I have decided that if by chance I am detained by customs, I have the perfect line for them: 

We are international businessmen. I demand that you release us immediately(Credit: Barney Stinson, How I Met Your Mother).

....Perhaps I will wear a suit for my flight, just in case.... 

BTW Alert: One of our business trips is to the Brioni suit company (i.e. maker of James Bond’s custom suits). Their most expensive suit line? $43,000. Hand tailored, custom fit, made of rare wool from a specific rare llama in the Apache mountains that only exists at a certain altitude, plus mother of pearl buttons, and real white-gold pinstripes. 

No. Big. Deal.