tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-191530032009-07-06T02:45:55.508+02:00This non-American LifeA perennial expat recovers from her move from Zurich to Munich and travels around Germany, Europe, and the world.Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.comBlogger545125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-34591003838669089092009-07-05T21:14:00.001+02:002009-07-05T23:41:29.933+02:004th of July with the expats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2460/3689440191_b10395fb5a.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2460/3689440191_b10395fb5a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I can't remember the last time I observed the 4th of July, but who can resist a BBQ by the river with friends?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/3689441541_3fec85e905.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2669/3689441541_3fec85e905.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The banks of the Isar River are extremely popular in the summer, especially in the area near the <a href="http://www.tierpark-hellabrunn.de/">Tierpark</a>. There were multiple groups of Americans out celebrating their independence here yesterday, and finding our way to the right gathering wasn't so easy to do. But completely worth it, since I'm sure our group had the most fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3689432677_367380f0db.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3560/3689432677_367380f0db.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The spread:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/3690239512_2334be8ded.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/3690239512_2334be8ded.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The beer fridge (<a href="http://redeniideutschland.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-times-good-times.html">Em got a better photo of the bar</a>, before the sun went down):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3550/3690250480_d154d6bfe0.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3550/3690250480_d154d6bfe0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The view:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/3689426613_c614baff79.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/3689426613_c614baff79.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-3459100383866908909?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-90971424657384309232009-07-03T14:26:00.001+02:002009-07-05T18:49:38.869+02:00WTF photo of the dayI can kind of see how someone in Germany decided to name a receptacle for feminine hygiene products a "Lady Bag". Certainly, much worse offenses against the English language exist here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3683629283_2a3bd1b7f5.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3683629283_2a3bd1b7f5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My ability to comprehend this item, however, ends at the graphic.<br /><br />Any ideas?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-9097142465738430923?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-64948361864689900522009-07-02T12:35:00.000+02:002009-07-02T12:35:47.728+02:00Porvoo: small-town Finland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/3680624329_b7ce06ebe2.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/3680624329_b7ce06ebe2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />OK, back to last month's trip north. The charming little town of <a href="http://tourism.porvoo.fi/en">Porvoo</a> made for a perfect day-trip from Helsinki. It's about an hour away, and the bus service is frequent.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/3680622825_aace739b6d.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2497/3680622825_aace739b6d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One of the quintessential sights of the Nordic countries is a row of colorfully-painted wooden houses, and Porvoo had plenty of them. The helpful tourist office gave us a map with a suggested walking route. It took us through the shop-filled touristy old town, along the river, and up a hill to a quiet residential neighborhood which was crowded with these cute old wooden houses in various states of restoration.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/3681440806_2d2a168a7e.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/3681440806_2d2a168a7e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We had a fabulous lunch at <a href="http://www.timbaali.com/en/">Restaurant Timbaali</a> - Scott had the fish buffet and I had a mouth-watering vegetarian dish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3680624955_f375fbb844.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3680624955_f375fbb844.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After completing the walking tour we strolled through the Spring Market which was taking place downtown. There were stalls selling pretty much everything, but especially fried fish and licorice whips. We picked up a small bag of deep-fried mini-donuts to keep our mouths entertained on the bus ride back to Helsinki.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3680625525_0a13cb3d92.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3680625525_0a13cb3d92.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-6494836186468990052?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-37813636855644771892009-06-29T12:11:00.000+02:002009-06-29T12:11:14.457+02:00Notes from a wet Munich summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2451/3670676107_ed3bcb1933.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2451/3670676107_ed3bcb1933.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Summer in Munich has gotten off to a rather rainy start. Some people are complaining about this. Not me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/3670675807_6e2347b3fb.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/3670675807_6e2347b3fb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Luckily our balcony garden doesn't seem to mind the rain. We've been enjoying a steady stream of fresh strawberries, peas, and zucchini flowers. Yum.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2611/3670677325_2cd0903422.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2611/3670677325_2cd0903422.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This weekend 18,000 orange-shirt-clad people ran through the city in the Munich <a href="http://www.ganz-muenchen.de/freizeitfitness/sport/laufen/muenchner_stadtlauf/sport_scheck/start.html">Stadlauf</a>. We went to cheer on some friends. My nose was very happy that it wasn't hotter out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3670677011_7c3028dff4.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3653/3670677011_7c3028dff4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This week Munich is offering up the perfect rainy-weather activity, <a href="http://www.filmfest-muenchen.de/">Filmfest München</a>. There are so many interesting-sounding movies on the schedule that I'm having trouble figuring out what all to see.<br /><br />Rain or not, I'm enjoying being home in Munich for a while. Which reminds me, I still have several spring trips to blog about...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-3781363685564477189?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-54347067879503343602009-06-23T22:19:00.003+02:002009-06-24T09:42:24.943+02:00A Rainy Day in Bad Tölz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3655043188_ca399b0b01.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3551/3655043188_ca399b0b01.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Munich has been awfully rainy this week. What to do? Grab some friends and hop on a train somewhere, of course. Bad Tölz is an adorable little town about an hour from Munich. Despite the rain we had a lovely day. We...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3655040386_fe49e21fbd.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2427/3655040386_fe49e21fbd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...wandered the streets and imagined how cute they would be if the sun were out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3654241883_2545564264.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3654241883_2545564264.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...went shopping for hats (among other things).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3655039066_a2ddcd90fe.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3655039066_a2ddcd90fe.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...found the world's sexiest potholder.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3654246991_6900d984f0.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2447/3654246991_6900d984f0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...consumed <span style="font-style: italic;">Kaffee und Kuchen</span>, little old lady style.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3380/3655035856_a019279c45.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3380/3655035856_a019279c45.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...saw the cutest train station in the world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3654235147_bb70d7b256.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2454/3654235147_bb70d7b256.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />...and ran off to join the "Wu Wutang Clean". I hope there's no scrubbing involved in the initiation ceremony.<br /><br />Oh yeah, and some of us even <a href="http://www.br-online.de/bayerisches-fernsehen/abendschau/as-hakt-nach-bienenstich-heider-ID1245768185987.xml">appeared on Bavarian television</a>. Quite the exciting day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-5434706787950334360?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-2105783380691627452009-06-22T12:38:00.000+02:002009-06-22T12:38:11.233+02:00Museum Brandhorst: Munich's newest stop for contemporary art<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3414/3649358915_d294598524.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3414/3649358915_d294598524.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I still live in Munich, I swear. Never mind the fact that I've neglected to write a single post about this city in the last two months.<br /><br />This weekend we decided to check out Munich's new museum, the <a href="http://www.museum-brandhorst.de/">Museum Brandhorst</a>. I've been marveling over the building's stripey exterior for months now. The colorful ceramic bars are certainly... different. The interior is quite lovely and houses the collection well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3650163084_5a92bd5e9b.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3650163084_5a92bd5e9b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Cy Twombly is the star of the Brandhorst collection. I've never been a particular fan of his paintings, but I really liked the Lepanto series (which ocupies the museum's central gallery). Plus it reminded me of my favorite iphone game, <a href="http://www.bovinedragonsoftware.com/Trace/trace.php">Trace</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3650162252_d968e4070c.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3573/3650162252_d968e4070c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My personal favorites in the exhibit were the large figurative paintings by <a href="http://www.ericfischl.com/">Eric Fischl</a>. I've always had a preference for paintings, but the museum has plenty of art made out of giant cardboard boxes, neon lights, and human hair, if that's your thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3650163940_9cf9e748ed.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3650163940_9cf9e748ed.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Museum Brandhorst is in the same area as Munich's three <a href="http://www.pinakothek.de/index.php">Pinakotheken</a>, and can be visited along with them on a €12 day pass. Like the Pinakotheken, Museum Branhorst only costs €1 on Sundays, but that price attracts a lot of folks. If you like to get audioguides, the total price difference (a couple euros) isn't worth the Sunday crowd.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-210578338069162745?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-16992186446156659872009-06-20T08:17:00.006+02:002009-06-21T13:36:06.605+02:00Ask the Expat: a week in Bologna<span style="font-style: italic;">My husband and I are planning our trip to Europe this summer and have decided on spending some time in Bologna. I think we want to make it our home base for about a week. We will likely be there the last week of August after my husband finishes a course in Ireland. I have read things are quiet in Bologna at that time, but that is really what we are looking for. We are considering a day trip to Venice and a trip to Parma to do the food factories. Would you have any other suggestions? Any must-sees or eats in Bologna or other cities to visit? I really wanted to see more of Tuscany, but didn't think that was possible without a car which we won't have. This will be our first trip to Italy and we are really looking forward to it. We did way too much hopping last year so while we want to see a lot of things we are also looking forward to some relaxing dinners and great wine.<br /></span><p align="right"><span style="font-style: italic;">- Lori, <a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.blondieinbrazil.blogspot.com/">Blondie in Brazil</a></span><br /></p><br />Good choice! Bologna is a lovely city, and there are tons of great day-trips you can take from there - Ravenna, Ferrara, Modena, Verona, Florence, Milan... you can check out the <a href="http://www.trenitalia.it/en/index.html">Trenitalia site</a> for travel times. Bologna is a train hub for northern Italy, and the number of interesting destinations within 1-2 hours is practically endless. Since this is your first trip to Italy, I'm tempted to encourage you to hit some of the big, famous bits, such as Venice and Florence, both quite convenient to Bologna, but make sure you fit in at least one smaller town, too.<br /><br />Since you also mention wanting to see some of Tuscany, consider Siena or Montepulciano. Both can be reached from Bologna by train/bus in around 3 hours (so maybe you'd want to go for an over-night).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3637744331_02da3e5c4a.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3397/3637744331_02da3e5c4a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>In Bologna itself, I'd recommend: the museum at the <a href="http://www.accademiabelleartibologna.it/">Accademia</a>; gelato at <a href="http://www.grom.it/eng/pages/dove_bologna.htm">Grom</a>; pizza at <a href="http://iat.comune.bologna.it/IAT/IAT.nsf/99da401de5a013c4c1256e6a0050a848/0fd7589271e72cb7c1256c37004c12c7?OpenDocument">La Mela</a>; a stroll through the small food vendors in the area between Piazza Maggiore and the two towers; a look around the interior of San Petronio (keep your eye out for the fresco of the two-headed people eater); several hours of just wandering around exploring the city center. If you're up for a longer walk, head up to <a href="http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/Europe/Italy/Emilia_Romagna/Bologna-155512/Off_the_Beaten_Path-Bologna-San_Luca_church-BR-1.html">San Luca</a>, a basilica up on a hill just outside of the city. You can walk under zig-zagging porticoes most of the way up.<br /><br />Now for the big caveat: August can indeed be very, very dead in Italian cities. Not just slow, but practically shuttered down. In Milan at least 3/4 of restaurants and shops were closed down for multiple weeks if not the whole month. It got very hot and felt deserted. Bologna is similar, from what I remember (it was many years ago that I lived there). Honestly, it could get pretty boring spending a whole week there with not much open, and not much restaurant choice. The main holiday is August 15th, so the farther away from that you get (ie, as late as possible in the month) the more open you will find things. If you can re-juggle your schedule to push your time in Italy into September, all the better. Cities in other European countries don't get nearly as ghost-towny as Italian cities do in August.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3637743725_d8160fca71.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3637743725_d8160fca71.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Bologna is known for its food, and the wine is cheap and plentiful, so you should have no trouble fulfilling that part of your vacation goal.<br /><br />Have a great trip!<br /><br />---<br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.zurika.com/search/label/ask%20the%20expat">Ask the Expat</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> is a new feature I'm trying out here at the blog. If you have a question for me, go to </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.zurika.com/2009/02/new-feature-ask-expat.html">this post</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> to find out how to submit it.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-1699218644615665987?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-58624248612996662802009-06-18T12:41:00.001+02:002009-06-18T15:58:34.970+02:00Tallinn: worth a visit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2464/3616080587_9de7d9de44.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2464/3616080587_9de7d9de44.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As I mentioned in <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2009/05/estonia-gets-medieval-on-our-asses.html">my first post about Estonia</a>, we absolutely loved Tallinn. The old medieval city couldn't have been cuter, and learning about the history of Estonia was quite fascinating. Estonia has been independent for very little of its history, which makes this particular period seem quite cherished and celebrated. Perhaps it's this new-found pride in their country that allows the Estonians to smile politely at the herds of tourists tromping through their historical city center.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2460/3616078849_3774a14fb3.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2460/3616078849_3774a14fb3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The old town is full of restaurants and bars, almost all sporting English menus to lure in tourists. There are also plenty of craft shops and galleries, most selling very nice things. We enjoyed spending a couple hours in the <a href="http://www.linnamuuseum.ee/">Linnamuuseum</a> learning about the history of Estonia, but I preferred the personal perspective of the guide on the tour we took.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3616080189_85373cdd3c.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3616080189_85373cdd3c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One could easily be forgiven for never leaving the old town at all, charming as it is, but we found some interesting destinations outside the city, as well. We took a combo bus/walking tour which brought us along the coast and out to the bizarre architectural structure which is the <a href="http://www.tallinn-life.com/culture/culture_details/78-Lauluvaljak">Lauluvaljak</a>, an outdoor theater where a big folk song festival takes place every so many years. But the real excitement of the theater is the <a href="http://www.tallinn-life.com/tallinn/estonian-singing-revolution">singing revolution</a> that took place here, which helped lead Estonia to independence from the USSR in 1991.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3616079135_0df28d59d8.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3396/3616079135_0df28d59d8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Another favorite bit of our trip was the <a href="http://www.ekm.ee/eng/ekm.php">KUMU art museum</a>, housed in a gorgeous new building and easy to reach by tram from the old town. Despite the museum's <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2009/05/things-you-are-not-allowed-to-do-in.html">oppressive rules for visitors</a>, I was highly impressed with the quality of the collection. Lunch at the cafe was pretty good, too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3616083183_4ea5c30010.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3616083183_4ea5c30010.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Most restaurants in Tallinn seemed a bit overpriced, but one of my favorite meals was super cheap and delicious – a garlic-and-cheese-stuffed Estonian pancake at <a href="http://www.inyourpocket.com/estonia/tallinn/by_night/barspubs/venue/6715-kompressor.html">Kompressor</a>, which had a very student-hangout vibe (and good beer on tap).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2468/3616893390_9b280e3d4a.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2468/3616893390_9b280e3d4a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One afternoon (or was it evening? Hard to tell when the sky gets dark at midnight.) we grabbed a beer on the terrace at <a href="http://www.beerhouse.ee/">Beer House</a>, Tallinn's only microbrewery.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3616902136_e5ea46e523.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2456/3616902136_e5ea46e523.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I liked the juxtaposition (found on many doors) of the English "Open" with the days of the week starting with P, N, R, and L. Punday? Lorsdag?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3616902430_62163d8a15.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3616902430_62163d8a15.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tallinn was a great place to spend a few days, and it inspired me to visit the other Baltic capitals someday soon. If you have less time, Tallinn can be done as a day trip from Helsinki, as the boat takes only 2 hours.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-5862424861299666280?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-2858335310943970692009-06-15T13:52:00.001+02:002009-06-15T13:53:11.303+02:00Cheap summer fun in Zurich<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3349/3627880765_b4b0b9afb4.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3349/3627880765_b4b0b9afb4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This weekend we grabbed our perpetually-packed suitcases and headed to Zurich to visit friends. The weather was what most people call "gorgeous", and we made the most of it by spending time in and around the lake (and on the roof deck).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3395/3628695096_5f16a835f7.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3395/3628695096_5f16a835f7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Lake Zurich is the part of Zurich I miss most, especially during the summer. The view is unbeatable (Zurich's charming skyline in one direction, snow-capped Alps in the other), and the water is so clean and clear it begs you to get and swim around. The lake is surrounded by <span style="font-style: italic;">badi</span>s, areas where one can swim, sun, drink crappy beer, etc. for around a CHF 6 entrance fee. But if that's too steep for you (and you can live without a changing room), you can also just jump into the lake for free in many areas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3627881907_e6d98fd900.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3319/3627881907_e6d98fd900.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And if you're looking for more free fun in this ridiculously expensive city, this summer you can wander around admiring its latest city art display: <a href="http://www.myswitzerland.com/en/news.cfm?mo=v&amp;id=332122">painted plant pots</a>. In the same spirit that brought <a href="http://www.chicagotraveler.com/cowsonparade1.htm">cows to Chicago</a>* and <a href="http://www.mrpotatohead.net/statues/statues.html">Mr. Potato Heads to Providence</a>, Zurich has decided that this year, giant pots were the way to go. At first I didn't like them very much, but they grew on me over the course of the weekend. I think the penguin one was my favorite.**<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3627879893_b683b5a7d3.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3627879893_b683b5a7d3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And now, after five back-to-back trips, I think I'll stay home for awhile. I've been missing Munich.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">----<br />* Actually Zurich did the cows before Chicago did. Zurich also did teddy bears a few years back.<br />** Notice how all the penguins are wearing suits, except for one with a mohawk and a t-shirt that says "Lech mich".</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-285833531094397069?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-5211653474550117602009-06-13T16:29:00.001+02:002009-06-13T16:29:00.863+02:00Ask the Expat: how did you get here?<span style="font-style: italic;">Hey, can you point me to any past posts that tell a bit more of your story? How you became an expat (nomad)? Thanks again!</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Bonnie, </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://thebluesuitcase.blogspot.com/">The Blue Suitcase</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I admit, this blog is definitely missing an "about" page, which I always intended to add whenever 1) I got around to switching blog platforms or 2) Blogger started supporting pages that aren't blog entries. So far neither one has happened.<br /><br />The short answer to your question is that we moved to Munich after my (American) husband got a job here with a local company. But that's only part of the story; Munich is basically my 5th expat adventure in Europe, and each one began differently. Here's a quick run-through:<br /><br />Bologna, Italy, was my first experience living in Europe, during my junior year abroad in college. I was hooked.<br /><br />My second expat gig was as an English teacher in eastern Germany. I applied for and received a grant from a foundation which was trying to bring more native-speaker English teachers to eastern universities, which were sorely understaffed after the wall fell and demand for English skyrocketed.<br /><br />Fast forward a few more years (and careers) and I'm working in New York for a finance company. I've expressed my desire to eventually be transferred to one of the foreign offices, but I don't expect it to happen for a while. Then the company opened an office in Milan, Italy, and decided to send someone from the New York office to staff it. Suddenly that college Italian was coming in handy, as it got me a job in the new office. I was off to <a href="http://www.zurika.com/search/label/milan">Milan</a>, new husband in tow.<br /><br />At a certain point we decided we were ready to be done with the situation in Milan, but we wanted to stay in Europe. My husband started applying to jobs in a couple countries, and that led to him working for a company in <a href="http://www.zurika.com/search/label/Zurich">Zurich</a>, Switzerland (which is when I started writing this blog).<br /><br />After about two years in Switzerland, we started itching for another new adventure, which led to more job applications around Europe, which led to our current situation in <a href="http://www.zurika.com/search/label/Munich">Munich</a>. We've been here for a year and a half, and have no plans to move on anytime soon.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">---<br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.zurika.com/search/label/ask%20the%20expat">Ask the Expat</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> is a new feature I'm trying out here at the blog. If you have a question for me, go to </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.zurika.com/2009/02/new-feature-ask-expat.html">this post</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> to find out how to submit it.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-521165347455011760?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-14971279335413475012009-06-10T16:02:00.000+02:002009-06-10T16:03:01.054+02:00Åland by tandem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2424/3607861375_fbcc74ce5d.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2424/3607861375_fbcc74ce5d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our time in <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2009/06/no-movie-theaters-in-aland.html">Åland</a> was marked by dramatic, stormy weather, but luckily we had one day that was almost completely without rain. We made the most of it by renting a tandem bike and exploring several islands.<br /><br />The bike only had one gear, and took a little getting used to. I dare say we looked a bit ridiculous at the start, trying to figure out in what order we needed to each get on and start pedaling and whatnot. Luckily Åland is quite flat, and we were able to make it up the few hills (mostly bridges) without needing to get off and push.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3392/3607864867_942f1afc5d.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3392/3607864867_942f1afc5d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We took a rest stop for homemade cake and coffee at the only cafe to be found in this group of islands. A couple local women were inside knitting and chatting, and the cafe was full of their homemade crafts. We sat outside and pretended the wind was pleasant rather than bone-chilling. The chocolate cake was delicious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/3607863549_0e9405e664.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/3607863549_0e9405e664.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As we pedaled back to Mariehamn along the beach, we came across a flock of peacocks. As you do.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3607866889_11c43b7119.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3598/3607866889_11c43b7119.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We had fun watching two males chase a female around like something out of a cartoon - in and out of the peacock house, around and around. She'd even hide and then run the other way after the guys had run by. Meanwhile we were trying to figure out how one gets a peacock to show his tail. Do they do it when threatened? Horny? Hungry? Tired of the sun never going down? After Scott's attempts at playing an agressive rival peacock failed to produce results, we were about to give up, go back to the hotel, and google it. And then all of a sudden two of them decided we were worthy of their tail displays. Naturally that is the moment in which the camera card decided to be full.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3608684468_589e19400a.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3608684468_589e19400a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If you are the type who enjoys cycling tours (not just day-trips like we did, but real tours), then you may want to check out Åland. The islands are gorgeous and easy to cycle (flat, very little car traffic). Plus many of the local ferries are free for cyclists. It's so tempting even I'm considering if I want to go back and do a cycling tour, and trust me, I'm not the type.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-1497127933541347501?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-13940639602570698482009-06-09T10:53:00.001+02:002009-06-09T13:33:28.383+02:00No movie theaters in Åland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3607861967_90f71f3f2b.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3654/3607861967_90f71f3f2b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have a thing for places whose names start with Å. Take <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2008/10/norway-two-days-in.html">Å</a>, for example, <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2008/10/norway-two-days-in.html">which we visited last year</a>. When I read about a group of islands off of Finland called Åland, I knew I had to go there, too. I can tell you're impressed with my sophisticated decision-making process.<br /><br />Åland is a group of about a bajillion tiny islands located in the Baltic between Finland and Sweden. It's officially part of Finland, but has a bunch of autonomy and is in some ways like an independent country. Enough for me to add it to my list of countries I've visited? Up for debate... Åland has its own stamps and its own internet suffix (.ax). It also has different taxation rules than the rest of Finland (allowing the booze cruise industry to thrive). Its residents speak more Swedish than Finnish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2464/3607856931_cddab477a8.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2464/3607856931_cddab477a8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Åland has exactly one town, Mariehamn, a bustling metropolis of 11,000 people. It's where we stayed, mainly for convenience (it's where the big ships dock, and we weren't sure if we wanted to rent a car to get to the more far-flung accommodations). Given the rainy, stormy weather we had for our time on the islands, we were happy to be in civilization, so at least we had good restaurants and other entertainment. But as the title of this post suggests, there wasn't all that much on offer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3608671868_846df65fcc.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3361/3608671868_846df65fcc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Marienhamn has two museums, one on maritime history and one with Ålandic art and history. Unfortunately the history was not presented using very much English. While some of the art was interesting, most of it left the impression that anyone who had ever picked up a paintbrush on these islands had at least one piece in the show.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3607868897_7eb9d50c1a.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3607868897_7eb9d50c1a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We were impressed with the quality of the restaurants in Mariehamn, where we enjoyed three decent evening meals out. <a href="http://www.indigo.ax/">Indigo</a> came highly recommended, and delivered the tastiest food in the best atmosphere (plus it has Newcastle on tap). <a href="http://www.fpvonknorring.com/">FP von Knorring</a> sits on a boat in the harbor on the eastern side of the town, and served up delicious fish and vegetarian fare. A few meters away is the glass pavilion <a href="http://www.visitaland.com/en/clubmarin">Club Marin</a>, which lured us (me, anyway) in with its interesting-sounding vegetarian options. The food was surprisingly tasty, although the tired decor and lack of decent beer made the whole experience merely so-so.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Up next: how we spent our one day of good weather in Åland.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-1394063960257069848?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-9419577109332640062009-06-07T20:15:00.000+02:002009-06-07T20:15:00.150+02:00Stockholm. Bork bork bork.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3635/3602868123_93950eb54b.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3635/3602868123_93950eb54b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Whenever we visit a city, Scott and I both instinctively size it up based on whether we would want to live there someday. Stockholm gets a big "yes" from both of us. It's big, beautiful, and full of stuff to see, do, and eat. Guess I have a thing for cities built on islands. The <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY_Yf4zz-yo">Swedish-Chef</a>iness of the language is another added bonus (and given its similarity to German, it wouldn't be too hard to learn).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3602866545_99ee5e1650.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/3602866545_99ee5e1650.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There was so much going on all around the city. Gamla Stan (the touristy but adorable old town) was hosting a music festival. <a href="http://www.smakapastockholm.se/index.aspx?Sida=49">A Taste of Stockholm</a> offered up culinary delights and live music in a downtown park. On the other end of the city we stumbled upon a small free concert to bring attention to climate change and related issues. Recent graduates were joy-riding in trucks all over the place (wearing fancier sailor hats than their Finnish counterparts).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3602863547_4a4608a75d.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3657/3602863547_4a4608a75d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Vegetarian delights</span><br />I don't know about reindeer mousse and pickled fish bits, but Stockholm's vegetarian offerings are pretty yummy, not to mention extensive. <a href="http://www.stockholm-eating.com/15676.htm">Hermitage</a> is located in Gamla Stan and offers a great lunch buffet (the vegetable balls were my favorite) for a reasonable price. <a href="http://laowai.se/index_en.html">Lao Wai</a> is a vegetarian Chinese restaurant in a fun northern neighborhood. I wasn't so sure about the vegetarian 'shrimp', but everything else was quite tasty.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3603682050_b3cf8898e1.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3603682050_b3cf8898e1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Museums </span><br />The <a href="http://www.nationalmuseum.se/sv/English-startpage/">Nationalmuseum</a> covers the history of Swedish design (yes, including IKEA) as well as a variety of art (Swedish and other, mostly pillaged from other lands according to the audioguide). On a previous trip to Stockholm, I fell in love with the <a href="http://www.vasamuseet.se/InEnglish/about.aspx">Vasa Museum</a>, which is (literally) built around a ship which sank in Stockholm's harbor in 1628. It is a tribute to how a well-crafted museum can make me interested in almost anything. I also have fond memories of the <a href="http://www.skansen.se/pages/?ID=221">Skansen </a>open-air museum, for both its architectural structures and its animals (reindeer!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3602863211_5cee5342a4.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3644/3602863211_5cee5342a4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We might not ever get a chance to live in Stockholm, but we'll definitely be back for a few more visits.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3603681068_a3c606367c.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3303/3603681068_a3c606367c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-941957710933264006?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-61968390053646525692009-06-03T20:22:00.000+02:002009-06-03T20:22:07.661+02:00Scenes from Tampere and Turku<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLu2lUC1tI/AAAAAAAAB4k/VrkDie0adC0/s576/IMG_5149.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLu2lUC1tI/AAAAAAAAB4k/VrkDie0adC0/s576/IMG_5149.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Still having fun in Finland. The middle tap dispenses something called "Long Drink". I didn't try it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLu4VNZKtI/AAAAAAAAB4s/UAr5qDpS1mE/s400/IMG_5160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 48%;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLu4VNZKtI/AAAAAAAAB4s/UAr5qDpS1mE/s400/IMG_5160.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>We spent an evening at <a href="http://www.vaakahuone.fi/uk/main">Vaakahuoneen Paviljonki</a> watching the Siberian Teachers, a jazz band. Not sure where they're from.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLuxB6zMRI/AAAAAAAAB4U/o5KqjVjbPoU/s576/IMG_5122.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLuxB6zMRI/AAAAAAAAB4U/o5KqjVjbPoU/s576/IMG_5122.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Turku's castle proved a nice place to hide out from the sun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLu08ZeiqI/AAAAAAAAB4g/gGAYtGJ1zwE/s576/IMG_5146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 48%;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLu08ZeiqI/AAAAAAAAB4g/gGAYtGJ1zwE/s576/IMG_5146.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>When walking down the street in Turku, one needs to watch out for balls, children, and flying cars. Children need to watch out for falling barns.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLupp3W30I/AAAAAAAAB3s/q-4l9E_vjh8/s576/IMG_5064.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLupp3W30I/AAAAAAAAB3s/q-4l9E_vjh8/s576/IMG_5064.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Graduation day. Sailor hats are worn by partying graduates in both cities.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLukBfZSXI/AAAAAAAAB3M/uh_GBTK6HHQ/s576/IMG_5003.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLukBfZSXI/AAAAAAAAB3M/uh_GBTK6HHQ/s576/IMG_5003.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Industrial Tampere.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLufMQOqZI/AAAAAAAAB2o/QG-adMvNcEA/s400/IMG_4964.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 48%;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLufMQOqZI/AAAAAAAAB2o/QG-adMvNcEA/s400/IMG_4964.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>Meat sword. At viking-themed restaurant <a href="http://www.ravintolaharald.fi/">Harald</a> (there's one in Tampere and one in Turku). My veggie dish was good, too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-6196839005364652569?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-23405258040408919482009-06-01T14:12:00.000+02:002009-06-01T14:12:13.003+02:00Tar: not just for paving roads anymore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLux6rp0cI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/15eX-IWkvwk/s576/IMG_5133.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLux6rp0cI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/15eX-IWkvwk/s576/IMG_5133.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Greetings from Turku, Finland, where we are trying to hide from the hot glowing ball in the sky. Not such an easy task when it is beating down on you for 19 hours a day. Not that I’m really complaining – we are still having a lovely time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLusAMYLwI/AAAAAAAAB38/YTnjVedb15s/s576/IMG_5078.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLusAMYLwI/AAAAAAAAB38/YTnjVedb15s/s576/IMG_5078.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Since arriving in Finland, we have been noticing the word ‘tar’ on English-language menus here and there. “What word could they possibly mean instead?” we kept thinking, until finally we got so curious we looked it up. The Finnish word <span style="font-style: italic;">terva</span> does indeed translate to ‘tar’. We were somewhat relieved to learn that it refers to pine tar, instead of the kind you find in cigarettes or in mammoth-eating pits, and it is used to flavor all kinds of things in Finland. Ice cream, for example, which we tried yesterday.<br /><br />It tasted kind of like pine needles and mostly like smoke. Not in a delicious-12-year-old-Scotch-whisky way, but more like a get-me-out-of-this-burning-building-before-I-die-from-smoke-inhalation way. Scott and Adam seemed to enjoy it more than I did.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLu7ZLg7_I/AAAAAAAAB44/pRDB35ZPC3w/s576/IMG_5169.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 384px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/SiLu7ZLg7_I/AAAAAAAAB44/pRDB35ZPC3w/s576/IMG_5169.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-2340525804040891948?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-8058081334393146532009-05-30T17:38:00.000+02:002009-05-30T17:38:58.966+02:00Flittering around Finland<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Sh7-IvwurvI/AAAAAAAAB0I/aHmMNVeUiDo/s576/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Sh7-IvwurvI/AAAAAAAAB0I/aHmMNVeUiDo/s576/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I have more to tell you about Estonia, but I think that will have to wait until we get home. For now we are busy taking in Finland.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Sh7-LSuZqPI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/EBApCMCm6dA/s576/IMG_0093.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Sh7-LSuZqPI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/EBApCMCm6dA/s576/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My favorite bits so far have included the local fashion (you can really imagine <a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5798623101377514296">Lordi</a> coming from this country) and the copious amounts of free ice water provided in restaurants. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Sh7-Hsmwu1I/AAAAAAAAB0E/QdWQOqSIgYY/s576/IMG_0030.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Sh7-Hsmwu1I/AAAAAAAAB0E/QdWQOqSIgYY/s576/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Also intriguing is the fact that the sky doesn't get completely dark until after midnight. It's almost impossible for me to guess what time it is at any given moment (unless it is really, really dark out - then I can at least narrow it down to about a 3-hour window).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Sh7-YoXIsLI/AAAAAAAAB1o/bBUmSlDeD-I/s576/IMG_0354.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Sh7-YoXIsLI/AAAAAAAAB1o/bBUmSlDeD-I/s576/IMG_0354.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-805808133439314653?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-42274635681057683202009-05-27T07:17:00.001+02:002009-05-27T07:17:00.877+02:00Things you are not allowed to do in an Estonian museum<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shw4KcO-WKI/AAAAAAAAByA/qieFtSPOhfA/s576/IMG_0158-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shw4KcO-WKI/AAAAAAAAByA/qieFtSPOhfA/s576/IMG_0158-1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Any questions?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-4227463568105768320?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-4284367133235758612009-05-25T09:24:00.000+02:002009-05-25T09:24:24.031+02:00Estonia gets medieval on our asses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shm1fb64LWI/AAAAAAAABuc/rUxM9TnOswA/s576/IMG_0179.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shm1fb64LWI/AAAAAAAABuc/rUxM9TnOswA/s576/IMG_0179.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Greetings from Tallinn. We’ve only been here a few hours, but already we are feeling butterflies in our stomachs for this insanely adorable city. The mixture of extremely-well-preserved medieval and recently-updated buildings is irresistible, despite the fact that the place is teeming with tourists.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shm1lFjP7-I/AAAAAAAABug/CMCRdjCfGOs/s576/IMG_0191.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shm1lFjP7-I/AAAAAAAABug/CMCRdjCfGOs/s576/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Because it seemed inevitable, we jumped right in and ate at the city’s most touristidisnified restaurant, the medieval <a href="http://www.oldehansa.ee/">Olde Hansa</a>, for our first meal here. It exceeded all our (admittedly low) expectations, particularly in the food department. My vegetarian dish was one of the most delicious restaurant meals I’ve had in a very long time, and Scott enjoyed the duck, too. The medieval beers got mixed reviews, but the cinnamon beer was definitely the best. And the in-character serving wench was oh so endearing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shm1cfJrYXI/AAAAAAAABuY/UccqzNoJZq8/s576/IMG_0176.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shm1cfJrYXI/AAAAAAAABuY/UccqzNoJZq8/s576/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dinner was the first time we used Estonian money. We were surprised when our change didn't include any coins; instead, the notes went down to denominations of 2 krooni (about 13 euro-cents). Estonia will start using the euro in 2011 at the earliest.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shm1scmh5rI/AAAAAAAABus/w2QUMfRdHVU/s576/IMG_0221.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_CCR0nxPTaU8/Shm1scmh5rI/AAAAAAAABus/w2QUMfRdHVU/s576/IMG_0221.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-428436713323575861?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-28873548463961865272009-05-22T07:17:00.000+02:002009-05-22T07:17:01.348+02:00Reasons to learn EnglishOldies but goodies - a couple language school commercials.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmOTpIVxji8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gmOTpIVxji8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />If you have the sound turned on, this next one is NSFW. If you don't have the sound turned on, it's not worth watching.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUEkOVdUjHc&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUEkOVdUjHc&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-2887354846396186527?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-82567505300424588092009-05-19T07:17:00.001+02:002009-05-19T07:17:05.340+02:00Sligo and more Irish coast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/3541780627_c6f0aba3fb.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2392/3541780627_c6f0aba3fb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What a lovely Irish weekend we just had - cute towns, sandy beaches, and dramatic cliffs punctuated by heavy but tasty food and creamy ales. Life is good.<br /><br />Our first stop was Sligo, a small city in northwest Ireland. The guidebooks had mixed things to say, but we found Sligo to be a very nice place to spend an afternoon wandering around. It was a town with personality.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2178/3542592256_8c5f5191f0.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2178/3542592256_8c5f5191f0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When the B&amp;B we booked fell through, we went for a last-minute room at <a href="http://www.theglasshouse.ie/">The Glass House</a> in the middle of Sligo. The funky architecture makes for some lovely rooms, even if they are starting to wear a little around the edges. We lucked out and got the top corner room, giving us two giant window-walls from which to enjoy the view (and the late-night fireworks).<br /><br />Sligo had plenty of charming, reasonably-priced cafes and bars (including <a href="http://garavogue.ie/">Garavogue</a>), but all the restaurants we checked out seemed ridiculously expensive. We had a fabulous time watching the drunken locals over a pub dinner at The Ark Bar, and then retired to our room early to watch Norway sweep the Eurovision. Poor <a href="http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/0,1518,625500,00.html">Germany</a> couldn't even be helped by <a href="http://www.rte.ie/arts/2009/0518/eurovision.html">Dita von Teese</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3542596494_9b5374906d.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3370/3542596494_9b5374906d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The next day we enjoyed a big Irish breakfast before heading north along the coast into County Donegal. The drive brought us into a Gaeltacht, or region where Irish is the primary language spoken. But we heard a lot more baaing then speaking while we were there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2101/3542588768_373897146f.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2101/3542588768_373897146f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We also drove past several peat bogs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3542594942_3e80886b69.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3408/3542594942_3e80886b69.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our main destination was Slieve League, reportedly the highest cliff face in Europe. The sun kindly came out for a couple hours so we could enjoy the view. While not as tidy and regular as the more famous <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2007/07/where-in-world-am-i-today.html">Cliffs of Moher</a>, these cliffs were still quite striking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/3542596148_42295a102c.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2475/3542596148_42295a102c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On our way back to Dublin we stopped in Cavan to find some dinner, and lucked out with our choice of <a href="http://www.goireland.com/cavan/the-black-horse-attraction-pubs-id28546.htm">The Black Horse</a>, which had the most delicious pub grub I've ever eaten.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/3542599494_abd8813915.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/3542599494_abd8813915.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-8256750530042458809?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-22436219699148094152009-05-18T01:22:00.003+02:002009-05-18T13:25:27.930+02:00Seamus's mustache<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2257/3540765768_543a8f8072.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2257/3540765768_543a8f8072.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Is adorable, is it not?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3542386744_acf6335158.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3542386744_acf6335158.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Greetings from (if it isn't obvious yet) Ireland.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-2243621969914809415?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-490611818153152502009-05-14T10:17:00.000+02:002009-05-14T10:17:00.499+02:00Piran: Slovenia's coast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3500690582_f4ea5d735d.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3386/3500690582_f4ea5d735d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If you look at a map of the area, you'll see that Slovenia really lost out to Croatia and Italy when it came to divvying up coastline. At least they have Piran, one of the loveliest seaside towns I've seen in a while.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3500685726_f815bfc95f.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3500685726_f815bfc95f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Early May seemed like a good time to visit, since the town was lively but not yet overrun with the high-season tourists.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3500635940_01bda10a1b.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3500635940_01bda10a1b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We spent our time in Piran wandering through the narrow, winding streets and enjoying the exquisite views available from all sides of the small peninsula. There were plenty of seaside cafes and restaurants from which to take in the view, as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3411/3500632366_ecfe2a2739.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3411/3500632366_ecfe2a2739.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3499815285_3f146374bb.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3605/3499815285_3f146374bb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-49061181815315250?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-81716128947220871992009-05-12T09:17:00.000+02:002009-05-12T09:17:01.430+02:00Regensburg: dults and other diversions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3518230687_03c1f63bc7.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3518230687_03c1f63bc7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This weekend we hopped on a train up to Regensburg to party with the <a href="http://www.regensblog.com/">Regensbloggers</a>. Their <a href="http://www.regensblog.com/2009/05/10/well-we-didnt-really-reduce-our-bottle-count/">housewarming party</a> conveniently coincided with the <a href="http://www.dult-regensburg.de/tool.php?tool=sites_1_0&amp;fid=1&amp;kurz=startseite">Regensburger Dult</a>, an adorable little city fair complete with beer tents, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zurika/3522293286/">disturbing rides</a>, carnies, and strange shopping opportunities. I was surprised to see that it was bigger than the <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2008/05/auer-dult.html">Auer Dult</a>, and almost as big as Munich's <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2009/04/springtime-on-wiesn.html">Frühlingsfest</a>. The youth of Regensburg were out en masse, many of them wearing the most colorful tract I've ever seen.<br /><br />A highlight of the weekend was finally getting to meet <a href="http://www.elmada.com/">That Queer Expatriate</a> live and in person. We had a fabulous time chasing a belederhosened emo boy around the dult together (see his blog for <a href="http://www.elmada.com/?p=3136">pics</a>) and shopping for <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2009/05/looking-for-gift-for-that-loved-one.html">gingerbread hearts</a>.<br /><br />Naturally we were overcome with a feeling of deep patriotism upon seeing this ride:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3518230043_1022319675.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3518230043_1022319675.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Back at the party, we learned <a href="http://www.elmada.com/?p=3138">how to make awesome <s>capa capra copu</s> caipirinhas</a> while marveling over the fact that in Germany, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zurika/3519047666/in/photostream/">bags of ice come with instructions</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3518232953_0d17007c55.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97%;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3559/3518232953_0d17007c55.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-8171612894722087199?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-88411012362363662672009-05-11T09:12:00.000+02:002009-05-11T09:12:03.065+02:00Ask the Expat: search term editionMost 'Ask the Expat' inquires come to me as comments or emails from readers. These, however, come in the form of search terms that bring people to my blog. Gotta love site stats.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">american gaydar doesn't work in europe<span></span></span><br />Yes and no. If your gaydar is set to detect mainly visual cues, then well-dressed Italian men and German women with short haircuts are likely to give you a barrage of false positives. But with a bit of fine tuning (and a voltage converter), you'll find that your American gaydar can become useful in Europe, too.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">german and american life difference</span><br />This one is easy. In Germany, the beer, public transportation and unemployment benefits are better. The Mexican food, friendliness of people, and availability of ice are worse.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">mexican food in germany</span><br />Is not worth your time (see previous answer).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">reality tv germany</span><br />Not as sophisticated as the American version. Although one can watch <span style="font-style: italic;">Flavor of Love</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Rock of Love</span> here, Germany has thus far failed to produce compelling equivalents. In the meantime we entertain ourselves with <span style="font-style: italic;">Germany's Next Top Model</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">DSDS</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">what kind of job can an american have in europe</span><br />Well, you can be a <a href="http://www.bruce-darnell.de/">runway model coach</a>, or a <a href="http://www.zurika.com/2007/01/punishment-cruel-and-unusual.html">revered pop icon</a>. Those are basically the only two options I can think of.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">expat basel blog</span><br />Try <a href="http://thebigfinn.blogspot.com/">The Big Finn</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">swiss view on nudity</span><br />Well, I hear that from the men's restroom at the <a href="http://www.bauschaenzli.ch/de/index.html">Bauschänzli</a> in Zurich, one has a view of the topless sunbathers next door at the Frauenbad.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">how did the hair dryer change american life</span><br />Um, it made it fluffier, and more blown out?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">should i move to zurich</span><br />Maybe.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">swiss german horrible people</span><br />No, not all of them.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">waste time internet</span><br />Impossible!<br /><br />---<br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.zurika.com/search/label/ask%20the%20expat">Ask the Expat</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> is a new feature I'm trying out here at the blog. If you have a question for me, go to </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.zurika.com/2009/02/new-feature-ask-expat.html">this post</a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> to find out how to submit it.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-8841101236236366267?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153003.post-32545003347482039662009-05-10T18:15:00.002+02:002009-05-10T18:17:46.321+02:00Looking for a gift for that loved one with swine flu?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3519047342_9d56cf7833.jpg?v=0"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3519047342_9d56cf7833.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"Gute Besserung" = "get well soon"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153003-3254500334748203966?l=www.zurika.com'/></div>Julhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08075537123043560936zurika.jul@gmail.com5