Binche, Luxembourg, Ostende


Binche (March 6th)

On Sunday, March 6rd I took a day trip with several Americans to Binche, a small city in the east of Belgium, to celebrate the first day of Carnival, the traditional pre-Lent festival. Binche is famous for it's Carnival parades, so we decided to stop there. I found out though that the 'parade' in Binche isn't really a parade in the sense of people marching from point A to point B, but rather it seemed to be a bunch of small groups of crazily-dressed people 'dancing' to a drumbeat treading somewhat randomly through the huge crowds.

It's hard to describe, so take a look at my photos. At any rate, the “parade” was interesting to see, though after an hour it started to become kind of repetitive, not to mention claustrophobic within the huge crowds, so we left to grab something to eat, and afterwards headed back to Brussels. I heard from the Belgians I am living with and from those I work with that on the following Tuesday the Carnival celebration in Binche becomes significantly crazier – among other things, they start throwing oranges. I'm not sure whether to be glad or disappointed I missed out on a mass citrus-filled food fight...

Luxembourg (March 13th)

The following Sunday I took another day trip to Luxembourg city, the capital of the country of Luxembourg. While it's big by Luxembourg standards, at a mere 88,586 people the city is rather small even in comparison to many of the suburbs I live by in Illinois.

The train ride to and from Luxembourg is about 3 hours each way, so I was glad to be going with Mary and Liz. Once we finally arrived, we first tried to figure out which bus to take to the American World War II military cemetery, only to find out that that bus line no longer exists. Given that, I recommended we first go to see the city center, which is partially on the way to the cemetery, and then take a taxi the rest of the way.

To get to the center of the city, we crossed a very tall bridge that is built over a large valley and a tiny river. We saw the famous Gëlle Fra monument honoring Luxembourgers who fought for the Allies in World War I, stopped for lunch, walked around the city center, and then visited the 'casemates'. The latter is the tunnel system built as part of Luxembourg's fortifications – several centuries ago, the city was a major stronghold in Western Europe. The main part of the casemate tour, about a floor or two below the road above, wasn't all that exciting – we could look out of various openings built into the rocks, which provided a nice view of the city, but after a while that got old. As we made our way through the Casemates, though, we happened to find one tunnel that led downwards. Going down involved climbing down several unsettlingly-steep and narrow spiral staircases. But once we made our way down two of those we found out from some other visitors that the way we were headed was a dead end. So we had to return the same way we came, which involved waiting for a while at each staircase for people coming down to clear out.

After that adventure, we took a taxi to the American military cemetery, which is a bit off a highway leading out of the city. There we saw various monuments to the fallen soldiers, found Patten's grave, and walked through the cemetery. Before leaving, we stopped by the information desk to ask a few questions. The man working there was very knowledgeable, and pointed out, for instance, that there is no particular order to the graves in cemetery – fallen soldiers are not grouped by their state, company, or religion (as you can see in the photos, most gravestones are crosses but there were also some Jewish stars). This was done in order to emphasize that everyone buried there fought and died in the war as Americans, period. The only exception to this is Patton's grave. He too was originally buried amongst his fellow soldiers, but after a few years the administration moved his grave to a separate location at the front of the cemetery. They did so because of the multitudes who sought to pay their respects to Patten – and in the process were trampling through the graveyard to find him. That said, Patton's gravestone remains the same size, shape, etc as the others. We also, belatedly, saw that in the information center there is a map showing where the real Band of Brothers are buried, and we discovered that among the fallen men a female nurse is also buried at the cemetery.

Ostende (March 20th)

Next, on March 20th I went to Ostende, a Flemish city on the Belgian coast, with several interns. These included Maria, an Austrian student whom I met in Illinois the semester after I studied in Vienna (we both happen to be doing internships in Brussels at the same time – a fact I only discovered after our mutual friend Joachims pointed it out to me in an email), three of her Austrian friends, and Mary. We took the train, arriving in the small port city at lunchtime. We stopped by an Italian place – I had their specialty pizza – and then headed to the city's park. There, we saw Ostende's famous statue of a naked lady, and then went to the beach. It wasn't exactly swimming weather, of course, but I did get to see the Atlantic from Europe for a second time. After checking out the beach we went to the bar on a really long dock for drinks, and then headed back to the beachfront to browse the shops there. I didn't get any souvenirs, though we did stop for ice cream. On the way back to the train station I saw plenty of docked boats.

Brussels, Maastricht, Ghent

This and my next blog posts will summarize some of the things I've been doing in Brussels and also several day trips I took to a number of cities in Belgian and neighboring Luxembourg and the Netherlands.


Brussels (February 12th)

On Saturday, February 12th, I visited the Museum of Musical Instruments and the Cantillon brewery with two American interns, Mary and Siobhan. The Musical Instrument Museum was... unique. I'm not exactly a musical instrument aficionado, so I wasn't expecting it to be very exciting for me. Still, I've never been to such a museum before, so if nothing else it's a first for me. As it turns out, included in the ticket price are headsets that play back a sample of the music of whichever instrument you are standing in front of. That, of course, made the tour far more interesting for me than it would have been to just walk around staring at instruments.

Afterwards, we went to Cantillon brewery on the advice of one of the other interns. They brew a type of lambic beer (a type specific to Belgium) called Gueuze. We paid for a self-guided tour, which didn't include headsets, of course, but we did get guidebooks detailing the process of making beer there. And more importantly, after the tour we got samples of a couple of their specialties. They, and the tour, were fine. Later that night, we met up with several other interns to go to the Carnival Party put on by the US Marines at the Marine House, which was nice though unfortunately is located a fair distance from the center of Brussels (i.e. couldn't take the metro but had to ride the bus).



Maastricht (February 19th)

My trip out of Belgium was to Maastricht, a medium-sized city in the south of the Netherlands. I went via train to meet Andrew, another American intern, an employee of the embassy, and her sister and Belgian friends. We all met at a coffeehouse and then set off to explore the city. Luckily one of the Belgians knew the city well, and she gave us a tour of the main squares and buildings.

Among other things, we went to a famous bookstore that interestingly is inside of what used to be a church, we stopped by two churches: the large St. Servass Church and St. Jan's cathedral. The latter really stood out with its red steeple. and later we crossed the Maas river (which runs from France to the Netherlands through Belgium). In 'The Markt' square we ate lunch, and when we left there was a small demonstration taking place in the square related to the revolution in Egypt (or something like that). After crossing the river again we headed for Bonnefanten art museum. I'm not exactly an art aficionado either, but again it's a first for me in Europe. I found some of the art interesting, but other exhibits were just confusing... At any rate, after finishing at the museum it was getting dark, so we wrapped things up by going to see the old city wall and then getting drinks.



Ghent (February 26th)

The following Sunday I went with Andrew and the Belgian who gave us a tour in Maastricht to Ghent,  a medium-sized city in the Flemish (Dutch-speaking) part of Belgium. The Belgian was kind enough to offer to give us a tour of Ghent, which is her home town. Unfortunately, we did not have good weather that day – it rained pretty much non-stop.

Meeting at the train station, we took the tram to the center of Ghent. There, among other things, the Belgian showed us something called a 'béguinage' (French) or 'begijnhof' (Dutch) – a 13th century residence for single women who needed a place to live but didn't want to go to the extreme of joining a convent. Most beguinages, or at least this one, consist of rows of city houses surrounding a park and a church. Nowadays, of course, they aren't confined to single women, and instead all sorts of people live there – though they aren't cheap. Next, we toured the major historic buildings and squares in the city, visiting, among other things, a large church (or cathedral) that contained at least 8 or more small chapels behind the main alter. Later in the day we stopped by the Leie River to take a photo at what the Belgian said was the most iconic view of the city: with the 'three towers' in the distance: two being part of St. Nicholas' Church, built in the 13th century, and the other Saint Bavo Cathedral, built in 942.  We then visited Gravensteen Castle, built in 1180, but due to time constraints we weren't able to take a tour. Still, I was able to take a couple photos from inside the Castle courtyard. Our visit concluded with refreshments and a walk through a couple parks.

First Week in Brussels

Looking down the street outside my residence

On January 28th I arrived in Brussels, Belgium to complete an internship with the US State Department's Mission to the European Union (USEU). While in Brussels I am renting a room from a couple living in the Woluwe-Saint-Lambert municipality of Brussels. They have a dog, Happy, and a daughter and several months-old grandson who live just outside Brussels in the village of Tervuren, who I visited with the grandparents the Saturday after I arrived. Outside of briefly leaving Brussels, I spent much of my first weekend here exploring the city. Which, of course, mainly meant me wandering around getting a feel for the city. I did, however, accomplish some useful tasks, such as scoping out where my internship is located and purchasing a new SIM card and a metro card (which amusingly has the word 'Illinois" over my head in the photo section since the employee scanned my driver's license for a photo). I also stopped by the European Quarter, where several of the main institutions of the European Union are located. The metro stop was right beside the European Commission, and across the street from the European Council.

The European Commission

January 31st was my first day on the job. To my surprise, the department of the US Mission to the EU that I am working in is the US-European Media Hub. The Media Hub's mission statement is to “promote transatlantic relations by connecting U.S. policy makers and experts with European radio and television broadcasters. The Hub also provides information on U.S. policy and positions in video format to media outlets and the European public.” Thus the Media Hub contains a video studio, and the other interns working there are tasked with interviewing visitors and promoting the work of the US Mission. While formally a part of the US Mission to the EU, the Media Hub also works with the two other American embassies located in Brussels – the bilateral American Embassy to Belgium, and the US Mission to NATO.

The European Council

As a political science student concentrating in international relations, my role at the Media Hub is a bit different. My primary responsibility as the Media Analysis Intern is to assist Foreign Service Officers in drafting the 'EUR Early Alert', a daily analysis of the European press read by senior policy-makers in Washington and at posts in Europe. Each day, the Media Hub receives a large quantity of information from US embassies in Russia, Turkey, and 8 EU member-states about the media environment in those countries, on the commentary coming out of the European press on the major happenings of the day, and on public views and perceptions in those countries of American policies. Our task at the Media Hub is to sift through all this information and create a one or occasionally two page report that succinctly analyzes and summarizes what the Europeans are saying about the issues of the day for senior officials in Washington and elsewhere – and to have everything finished early enough that the report is received by officials in Washington by the start of their day. Normally the Early Alerts focus on three or four topics that are being talked about across the European press, but with everything going on in the Middle East and North Africa we have had a narrower focus. For instance, during my first week on the job we looked at reactions in Europe to what is going on in Egypt and elsewhere in the region, with special attention to perceptions and evaluations of US policy.

I contributed a little to the Early Alert on Tuesday, and on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday I was listed as a co-drafter on the reports. Monday I did not make a contribution, as upon arrival I did not even have access to the internal State Department network. Nor did I have a security badge. So my first day interning at the State Department primarily consisted of being led around by the administrative assistant to complete all the necessary registrations and paperwork to be able to work autonomously. The bit of productive work I accomplished on my first day was to help the director of the Media Hub research and plan what she should cover at the Munich Security Conference, which she would be attending on Thursday. I also had the chance to sit in on Media Hub interviews of three Afghans – among them a head of an Afghan human rights organization and a member of the Afghan Parliament.

The European Parliament

Tuesday began with orientation and security briefings, which eventually led to me receiving a security badge. I also took advantage of one perk of working for the government – being able to exchange in the embassy my American Express Traveler's Checks at the actual Dollar-Euro exchange rate, rather than the highly inflated rates I had seen elsewhere in Brussels. With the security badge in hand I was able to enter the bilateral embassy to pick up lunch at the cafeteria on my own – I was pleasantly surprised that the paninis served there are quite good (and include some unexpected combinations like cheese, ham, and pineapple). I arrived back at the Media Hub (which is down the street from most of the other embassy buildings) in time to contribute to Tuesday's Early Alert. After work I met up with some of the other USEU interns for a movie night – the film we watched was rather appropriately the political Frost/Nixon from 2008.

Wednesday was the first day I was available to help work on the EUR Early Alert from start to finish. The first step in the process is sending out a tasker email to the 10 embassies with a list of topics we want information on from the national media. To create the tasker we at the Media Hub skim the International Herald Tribune (the global version of the New York Times) and several European newspapers to get a sense of what reporters and commentators are focusing on that day. After sending out that guidance I spent the time waiting for feedback from the embassies by reading up on how the situation in Egypt and the broader region has evolved and what commentators in the English-language publications I can read are saying about, among other things, the US response to the protests in Egypt, whether Western leaders should negotiate with or fear the Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt, and what the likelihood is of the protests in Egypt causing a domino effect across the region that topples similar authoritarian regimes. Probably the most strongly debated topic is whether we are seeing the beginning of the Arab version of the revolutions of 1989 (when the Eastern European communist regimes fell, to be replaced by stable democracies that are mostly members of the EU and NATO today) or whether we are going to see a repeat of the 1979 Iranian revolution (when a brutal secular dictatorship that was aligned with the United States was toppled by a broad range of protestors, only to be replaced by an equally or even more brutal and strongly anti-American theocracy).

Outside the European Parliament

After we completed Wednesday's Early Alert, I attended a conference I had been invited to the previous day. It was a briefing by Matthew Cassetta, the Program and Exchange Officer for the USEU Public Affairs department, and Apar Sidhu, the head of the USEU Political-Military section, for a class of Swedish students from a school that has sent students to the embassy previously. The former explained the relationship between the three US embassies in Brussels, and pointed out the US Mission to the EU’s unique distinction of being the only American embassy to an organization that the US is not a member of, and the latter talked about the American view on issues concerning the European Union's Common Foreign and Security policy and how the USEU works with and towards the EU. The person who had invited initially talked about me possibly giving a speech on what an internship is like at the USEU, but since it was only my third day we decided against that.

Thursday and Friday were less eventful, and mainly consisted of me working on the EUR Early Alerts. On Thursday, we primarily focused on Egypt, dividing our coverage into four sections:

• Reaction in the European press to what Spain's El Pais termed Mubarak's “brutal counterattack” against demonstrators.
• The implications of the situation in Egypt for the United States (Belgium’s Le Soir headlining “Developments in Egypt are a nightmare for U.S. Administration”).
• Speculation as to what will happen in Egypt after Mubarak leaves (the Italian Il Tempo warned “After Mubarak the risk is either chaos or sharia,” while the German Tagesthemen argued “The argument that Mubarak must stay because there is nobody there for the transition is nonsense expressed by political cowards”).
• And the general consensus across all of that European media we monitor that, as Spain's Cadena SER headlined, “Everything hinges on the Egyptian Army.” 

I also wrote a smaller section on Yemen, focusing on the fact that the president “sacrificed the idea of staying in office for life in exchange for not being kicked out immediately” (France's Les Echos), amidst more general speculation of a “domino effect” of protests and potentially revolutions in the Middle East/North Africa.

Friday also focused on Egypt and Yemen, but this time around was a special two-page edition of the Early Alert. I'm told the Media Hub rarely sends more than a page, but given everything happening in Egypt we wanted to leave officials in Washington with extra information to absorb over the weekend. Commentators in Europe for the first time on Friday described the situation in Egypt as “civil war,” with Spain's El Mundo headlining “[Vice President] Suleiman threatens protesters with an 'Iron Fist' to ‘avoid paralysis’.” Some in the European press were positive on American efforts in the crisis while other opinions were more mixed. Like Thursday, there was also a focus on the position of hte Egyptian military, and the question remains: whose side will the military take? We also briefly outlined attention in the European press to protests across the Arab world, such as those in Algeria, Morocco, Yemen, and Syria.

So far I've had a great time in Brussels. While not exactly what I was expecting I've found my internship at the State Department quite interesting and something I genuinely want to go to everyday (which is quite fortunate since it is an unpaid internship), the family I am staying with is welcoming and nice, and Brussels itself reminds me a lot of Vienna...minus the lack of snow.

Iberia with Jean

In the Spring of 2010 I had an unanticipated opportunity to take a second trip to Europe during spring break to visit my sister, Jean, who was studying abroad in Granada, Spain. Initially we looked at traveling all over Europe in an attempt to visit cities in Scandinavia, Poland, etc., but ultimately we decided upon a tour of the Iberian Peninsula. Below was the schedule we booked in advance:

March 20th - Flying out of Midway at 12:20pm
March 21st - Arriving in Madrid at 9:20am, take a bus at to Granada
March 23rd - Granada to Barcelona, leaving 17:40 arriving 19:10
March 25th - Barcelona to Porto, leaving 16:45 arriving 17:35
March 28th - Porto to Madrid, leaving 6:30 arriving 8:40
March 29th - Flying out of Madrid to Chicago at 11:30am; Arriving at O'Hare at 6:05pm

In retrospect, it is somewhat surprising that between all the hostels and flights our trip went as smoothly as it did. Ironically, the only problem I encountered happened to be the very first flight. To save money I had booked a flight from Chicago to Madrid that involved two layovers – in Philadelphia and Amsterdam. I soon came to realize the risks of such an itinerary after bad whether in Chicago delayed my flight out of Midway. While the replacement flight Delta offered me would fly directly to Amsterdam from Chicago, the caveat was that I would have to take a later flight to Madrid, thereby missing the bus I planned to take to Granada. But that was the least bad option, so I left Midway to be taxied over to O'Hare for the substitute flight, and once there I ordered a $100 ticket from Ryanair to fly from Madrid to Granada.

That annoyance aside, I eventually made it to Granada – a few hours later than expected, but otherwise without issue. I met up with Jean and we took a late night bus downtown to check into our hostel. After that, we headed to Jean's host mom's apartment to pick up some extra supplies, and stopped at a kebab store before calling it a night.

The next morning we woke up early to visit La Alhambra – a palace and fortress constructed by the Moorish rulers of the Islamic Emirate of Granada, Al-Andalus, and later used as a palace by Holy Rome Emperor Charles V after the Reconquista. La Alhambra was full of gardens, fountains, and very unique architecture, and offered a great view of the city. Later we went to a sandwich shop, where it became obvious that, just as Jean had said a few months prior, ham really is a staple of Spanish cuisine. From there Jean and I split up, as she still had to go to classes a few days that week. I spent the time wandering around Granada, passing a river, shops, churches, neighborhoods, and so on. After finishing her last class by 8pm I left with Jean to see where she plays waterpolo in Granada. Watching her team practice for 2+ hours wasn't the funnest activity, but in the process I did get to meet several of her  Spanish best friends.

Tuesday morning I slept in while Jean attended her class that started at 8:30am. When we met up I had a chance to meet Jean's host mom face to face while Jean packed for our evening flight to Barcelona. The airport we flew into was not the most convenient – the bus ride to the actual city took about an hour – but I suppose that is the price we had to pay for our 8 Euro Ryanair tickets. Riding the Barcelona metro brought back a lot of memories of the Vienna U-Bahn, and in fact of all the cities I visited on this trip Barcelona by far seemed the most similar to Vienna. The owner of our hostel was a woman about our age from Guatemala who was very helpful in informing us about what to see and how to get around Barcelona. After dropping off our luggage Jean and I went out to find dinner – we had paella and some sort of sweet Spanish wine.

Wednesday was another early day, but this time that wasn't solely for tourist-purposes. Instead, it was to drop off my laundry. The reason for that excursion was because I left Chicago only with what could fit in my backpack, which of course didn't entail many sets of clothes. I figured that it would be easier and cheaper to just find a laundromat at some point during the week than it would to pay the extra baggage fee on all the Ryanair flights. After that, we had breakfast, which for me was ravioli.

Finally we were ready to explore Barcelona. We first visited the piers, and got a cloudy view of the Mediterranean. Later we headed up Rambla street; a major shopping area. What was really weird to me was that several of the stands on La Rambla were full of caged animals – I wonder how many people actually head out there to buy birds or rabbits? We made our way up to the central plaza to find it covered with definitely-uncaged pigeons, and then we headed back down the other side of La Rambla to check out a giant food market that was full of fish, meat, and fruit stands. But we just picked up fruit smoothies to drink while walking back towards the hostel to pick up my clothes.

Park Güell, a large garden complex full of unique architecture, was our next stop. The park itself was quite bizarre in that, once we entered, it looked as though we had left the city entirely and entered a tropical vista. Afterwards we hiked over to the Olympic stadium – Barcelona hosted the 1992 Olympics – and, of course, made sure Jean got to see the Olympic pool. Our next stop was Sagrada Família, the famous unfinished basilica whose construction began in 1882, and which was designed by Antoni Gaudí, who also designed Park Güell. By that point Jean and I were tired from a day of walking, so we stopped for dinner and then headed back to our hostel.

On Thursday Jean and I visited a few more things in Barcelona before collecting our stuff to fly out to Porto, the second largest city of Portugal. Spain and Portugal are on different time zones, so the length listed above for the flight form Barcelona makes the trip seem much shorter than it actually was. Nevertheless, flying across the Iberian peninsula does not take an excess amount of time, and we were able to arrive with enough time to get dinner and explore Porto a little before returning to our hostel. It stood out from the other hostels we stayed at – described as a 'Cinema Hostel' by the owners, each room in the hostel was full of posters from a particular movie. Jean and I had the Bladerunner room, which sadly neither of us have seen.

Anyways on Friday we spend the early morning walking down to the Douro river, which runs through Porto, and took plenty of photos from one of the bridges running across it. Then, on the advice of the hostel owner, we took an unanticipated trip via train to Guimarães, a historical city further inland where the Portuguese nation is said to have been born. Among other things, we visited Guimarães Castle, whose walls we were able to climb and, courtesy of the shopkeeper in the middle of the castle who decided not to charge us on account of the poor weather, we got some great photos from the top of the castle. We also visited the Dukes of Braganza Palace, which was not climbable but was full of plenty exhibits (and a no camera rule that Jean flagrantly disregarded).

Eventually we returned to Porto, and headed out to another city, Vila Nova de Gaia, for dinner. That's less extreme than it sounds, as Vila Nova de Gaia is merely on the other side of the Douro River. At dinner I ordered the octopus, which seemed like a sensible choice given our proximity to the Atlantic, but Jean was more than a little disgusted when I was served a leg complete with suckers. She was even less amused when I offered her a piece to try. Oh well, at least I liked it.

The weather was much better in Northern Portugal on Saturday, but before heading out to the Porto beach we searched for and eventually found for sale a new memory card for Jean's camera. Eventually we took the metro to the Porto beachfront in a nicer area of the city, got some ice cream, and then headed back on the metro to leave Porto yet again. Earlier the hostel owner had mentioned that there are two fishing villages reachable from Porto on the city's metro. We decided to travel to the further-away village, Póvoa de Varzim. We were expecting some far off the beaten track but in fact Póvoa de Varzim looked more like a tourist resort area – there were plenty of condo and hotel-style buildings running alongside a wide open beach. Once at the beachfront we headed near the water – too near in my case, as a large wave soaked about half of my pants. I didn't see the humor in it but Jean found the whole thing very amusing.... In any case, we were both getting hungry and hadn't had a real lunch so we stopped by a pizza restaurant, and later walked out to a lighthouse-style tower before heading back on the metro to our hostel. At that point we were faced with a dilemma – our flight the next morning left at 6:30am, so we could either sleep a few hours at the hostel and head to the airport extremely early, or we could go straight to the airport and try to sleep a few hours there. Since we weren't sure how easily it would be to get to the airport at 3am, we decided on the latter option.

By 8:40am the two of us had arrived very tired at the Madrid airport. Since our hostel rooms weren't ready at that point, we dropped off our stuff and began to explore the city. We first went to the main plaza, were many people had already set up shop selling all sorts of antiques, especially old coins. Next, we went to the Royal Palace of Madrid, or Palacio Real, which is the largest palace in Europe. Once we left after the lengthy tour, we noticed a loud chorus coming from the cathedral opposite the palace. As Jean and I walked closer we saw that a procession was coming for Palm Sunday. I was content to watch, but Jean decided to join in, and thus we entered the cathedral nearly at the front of the procession. I didn't understand much of the mass, but Jean told me later that they went through the whole passion of the Christ story.

After mass we met up with two Spanish girls living in Madrid who Jean had met a month earlier when she was in London. Since they and Jean mostly spoke in Spanish I couldn't contribute much, which was unfortunate since they seemed nice (they both knew some English but weren't confident in speaking it). They showed Jean and I around much of downtown Madrid, including Parque de Retiro. After day, we retired for my last night in Spain. The next morning Jean accompanied me to the airport, and soon I was on my way back to Illinois for the Cline Symposium in Champaign. Overall I really enjoyed being in Europe for a second time; especially this time around for the opportunity to travel with my sister.



You can find all my photos from Spain and Portugal here: (http://www.flickr.com/photos/32227991@N02/collections/72157623711453569/).

Final Weeks in Vienna

Well, this is a decidedly more depressing write-up with my semester in Vienna being over and all, but at least its brought back plenty of good memories. To start off, one event I forgot to write about back in the middle of May was that I attended a Wien Rapid v Mattersburg soccer game with several other students. I wound up watching plenty of soccer with Mitch and others during the semester in restaurants and at our apartment, but attending a game in person is, of course, a different experience. Enjoyable, though I miss having instant replays watching the game in person.

'CSI Vienna' and Bradley University

One major activity spanning two weeks in May and June was part of one of my classes, titled “'CSI Vienna?' U.S. Cultural exchanges in Austria since the 1980s.” That dealt with studying the impact of American culture in Austria specifically and cultural transfers more generally. No other University of Illinois students were in the class. My group for the collaboration consisted of me and three Austrian girls: Marina, a friend of Alexandra's who I met on her tour of campus before classes started, Laura, and Heidrun.

A major part of the CSI course was our semester-long collaboration with students from Bradley University in Peoria, Illinois. For the first several months this was largely confined to emails and forum posts back and forth, but in late May the Bradley students joined us in Vienna. Unfortunately, they only stayed for two weeks, but at least my group and our Bradley partners had several opportunities to meet, both in and outside of class. We were tasked with creating a presentation about 'Americanization' in Vienna, and for our project we looked at some stereotypes about American and Austrian/European cities, such as European having more green space than American cities, and analyzed their validity and what might explain them. As a group we spent a Saturday in Vienna's innerstadt (inner city) in a touring/brainstorming session for our group paper and, several hours after arriving back from Italy, I met up with them for further work at one of my Vienna group member's apartment.

One thing that I noticed during our group work was how seamlessly the Vienna and Bradley students got along. This wasn't surprising given my own experience, but was interesting to observe from my unique perspective as an American on the other end, so to speak, of the collaboration.

'Pano BBQs'

Back with my University of Illinois classmates, one recurring activity during these last several warmer weeks was what we called “Pano BBQs” - Pano being short for my apartment building, Haus Panorama which, we noted early on, had a grilling pit out front. If I remember correctly we wound up having a total of five Sunday grillings. Since I'm no Grill Meister, I volunteered to handle the pyrotechnics (charcoal, lighter fluid, etc); fortunately, Lisa knew how to do the rest, and everyone else brought food.

AIEP Final Party

Something that really made the end seem near was the AIEP Final Party on June 20th. It was held at a restaurant called Villa Aurora, located in a wooded area pretty far from the center of Vienna. Unfortunately it was raining that day so the view was spoiled, but it was a nice opportunity to see everyone together again one last time. Anyways, for the party, Prof Murray asked me to put together a photo slideshow presentation about the semester, which I thought turned out nice enough. I just wish I hadn't put off doing most of the work until the night before, which left me up until 4am or so.







Final Weekend

My last couple days in Vienna were jam-packed full with a bunch of different activities. Both Friday and Saturday night I attended Donauinselfest (German for Danube Island Festival), Europe's biggest music festival. The first night I went with Alexandra, Marina, and one of their friends to watch Russkaya, a bizarre but entertaining Russian-Austrian band, and Saturday I headed out with several of the UI students, Gert-Jan, and a couple other Europeans to see Snow Patrol, a Northern Ireland/Scottish group, and Scooter, a German techno band. I started off Sunday with a group breakfast put together by some of the girls at one of the other student dorms, Haus Erasmus – a very nice change of pace from my usual diet – and then started the tedious task of packing.

That left me able to squeeze in as many last-minute activities as I could on Monday, my last full day in Vienna. I left early to meet up with Tony and Gert-Jan at the Vienna tourist office to pick up posters, then headed with Gert-Jan to meet up with Heejung, a UI student, and Konsi, an Austrian, to go on the Stephansdom Catacombs tour. After that the four of us headed out to Hundertwasser House Vienna, a famous and very unique-looking apartment building. I then split up with Gert-Jan for the time being to go with Heejung and Konsi back to Prater. One thing I had been meaning to do for a while was take a ride on the iconic Wiener Riesenrad (German for "Viennese giant wheel"), featured most prominently in the 1949 film “The Third Man”. Unfortunately, by the time we arrived it was raining (a common theme the last couple weeks in Vienna), but I was able to take some photos overlooking the city to match those I took everywhere else I traveled.

Later that night I met up with Gert-Jan at his apartment for a Dutch pancake dinner he was throwing, eventually meeting several other European students he had invited. Tony and Christine also arrived later. By that point it was clear I wouldn't gain much from only a couple hours of sleep, so I wrapped up the evening by going out with the two of them and Gert-Jan to a club. Afterwards. I headed back to my apartment to finish packing and then leave for the airport.

That final ride to the airport was sad, of course, but at least I was leaving with several friends who I'll be seeing down in Champaign in a couple weeks. And on that upbeat note, that's all for my semester abroad in Vienna. These past five months have easily been some of the most memorable in my life, and I can't wait until I'm able to travel to Europe again. And in the meantime, I'm looking forward to seeing Marina and two other Austrians from my CSI Vienna class in Chicago this September, and then helping along Joachim, a political science grad student I met who will be studying abroad this fall at University of Illinois.

More photos from my last weekend in Vienna: http://www.flickr.com/photos/32227991@N02/sets/72157622005104268/

Graz and Bratislava - June 11th and 12th

I was originally planning to travel to Croatia in June to round out my travels in Europe, but that eventually fell through. Instead I took two day trips, one to the Austrian city Graz and the other to Bratislava, the capital of neighboring Slovakia.

Graz, Austria

Graz is the second largest city in Austria, with a population of about 300,000. In 1999 the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization added Graz to its list of World Cultural Heritage Sites, and in 2003 the city was made the Cultural Capital of Europe (for this year the position is shared between the Austrian city Linz and Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania). Graz is in the Austrian state (Bundesland) Styria, which is in the south-east corner of the nation, boarding Slovenia, and the city is crossed by the Mur river. It is also nearby the village where America's most famous Austrian immigrant, Arnold Schwarzenegger, was born.

I traveled with Tony and Christine, two fellow UIUC students, and Gert-Jan, a Dutch exchange student also studying in Vienna. We began our trip in Graz by heading towards its historic Old Town. Like everywhere else I've been in Europe, I passed many churches and restaurants along the way. Some points of interest included the bizarre-looking Kunsthaus, the blue building you can see in my photos, which was built as an art museum as part of the European Capital of Culture celebrations in 2003; the Cathedral of Graz and the nearby Mausoleum of Ferdinand II, Archduke of Austria; and city hall, or Rathaus.

After arriving in the Old Town we visited the Burg, the residence of the Habsburg emperors built in 1438. Among other things, it contains a famous double staircase (Doppelwendeltreppe) dating back to the Gothic period. Today the Burg serves as the seat of the provincial governor of Styria. Afterwards we checked out the Schloss Eggenberg, a Baroque palace on the western edge of Graz. We didn't have time to take a tour of its interior, which is unfortunate since, as I found out later, the palace contains 365 windows, 31 rooms on each floor, 24 state rooms that contain 52 doors and 60 windows, and 4 corner towers; meant to symbolize time (the seasons, weeks, days, hours, minutes, etc).

By that point hunger was catching up with us, so we headed downtown in search of food. Along the way we stopped by Glockenspiel square, which contains a giant clock. I read online that the clock “comes to life with song and rotating dance figures every day.” My thoughts? It was much lamer than that sounds: during their performance, if you can call it that, the dolls didn't even leave the doors on the clock, and instead just spun around a little. At least I didn't have to pay for that... At any rate it began raining so we headed inside a nearby restaurant. If I remember correctly I had the goulash which was quite good.

After eating we headed off to the Schloßberg, an icon of the city. The name literally translates as “castle mountain”, which is quite fitting, as the Schloßberg is a castle on top of a hill in the middle of the city. Towards the peak of the Schloßberg there is a clock tour, or Uhrturm, and from the mountain I was able to see an amazing view of the city. After refreshments at a nearby cafe we were running low on time, and thus had to head back to the train station.

Bratislava, Slovakia

As I mentioned before, Bratislava is the capital of Slovakia. Yet while the city is technically outside of Austria, it is so close to the boarder that my train ride from Vienna was about 40 minutes or so (as opposed to over 2 hours to get to Graz). Bratislava has a population of about 428,000, and in the past served as the capital of the Kingdom of Hungary under the Habsburg Monarchy. To students from my Illinois group, Bratislava was probably best known for cheap SkyEurope and RyanAir flights out of its airport, but luckily there's much more to the city than that. Gert-Jan happened to know a girl from Slovakia studying in Vienna, Mirka, who had time to join us, so I was very fortunate to get a tour from a native.

Our first stop was the iconic Bratislava Castle (which is on the back of several of Slovakia's euro coins), passing the Slovakian Parliament building along the way. Unfortunately it began raining soon after we climbed up to the castle, but luckily I still had a spectacular view of the city across the Danube River. The castle itself is being renovated at the moment, but it should be quite the sight in a couple years (not that that does me much good now). Climbing down from the castle we took a stroll through the town center, which was quite nice and, as always, chock full of restaurants, cafes, and stores. Mirka then brought us to one of her favorite diners. I don't remember exactly but I had some sort of traditional Slovakian dish, which was very good.

We later stumbled onto a traditional dance and then a concert by the popular Slovakian rock band Desmod to help raise awareness for Down Syndrome. After that we saw the Grassalkovich Palace (Grasalkovičov palác), also known as the Presidential Palace. It is currently used as the residence of the President of Slovakia (who, unlike American presidents, is only head of state rather than also being head of government. Thus the position is largely ceremonial, kind of like the British Monarchy only with elections). After that we headed across the Danube river, passing under the UFO – a famous restaurant in a tower above Nový Most (New Bridge), a symbol evidently of modern Bratislava. I imagine it would have been amazing to eat there with the overhead view of the city, but that probably costs a lot too.

Reaching the other side of the Danube we walked to Sad Janka Kráľa. That is a large park surrounded by the city, sort of like Central Park in New York City. On the other side of the park we saw Aupark, a major and very new-looking shopping mall. We had drinks and a quick dinner there, then had to head back to the train station.


Additional photos from Graz here - http://www.flickr.com/photos/32227991@N02/sets/72157619579953825/

And more from Bratislava here - http://www.flickr.com/photos/32227991@N02/sets/72157619665439462/

Venice, Rome, and the Vatican – May 28th to June 2nd

Finally I've gotten around to writing up something on my trip to Italy, the country I most wanted to visit while studying abroad this semester. The plan was to take a late-night train ride from Vienna to Venice, explore Venice for several hours, and then take another train down to Rome.

VENICE

So, after a very long train ride from Vienna, which among other things consisted of an hour and a half stop in Salzburg for no apparent reason, I arrived in Venice at about 9am (this being after having left Vienna at about 8pm the previous night). Since our train to Rome was going to leave at 1pm or so we didn't have much time in Venice, though from what I've been told there isn't a ton to do other than wander and get a feel for the city.

So wander we did. As with the other European cities I've visited I passed many churches, restaurants and, in more touristy-areas, a good deal of souvenir stands. But Venice is by no means your typical city. In place of roads, there are canals; in place of cars, there are boats; in place of streets there are narrow alleyways; and in place of street names/signs, there are...well nothing really, other than the occasional directional sign pointing to major areas (such as St Mark's Square).

Luckily, my group managed to navigate through Venice to see several attractions. One was the Grand Canal. Unfortunately we didn't have time for a gondola ride through the city, but I did take a few photos and later walked along the canal. Another was the Piazza San Marco, or St Mark's Square. The largest attraction there was St Mark's Basilica, the cathedral of Venice. After walking in the Basilica our time in Venice was almost up, so we headed back to the train station. But, being in Italy, we had to stop to eat some Italian food. Can't remember exactly but I believe I had some sort of seafood salad. After that, I was on my way to Rome.

ROME

After yet another long train ride I had arrived in Rome at about 8pm. We checked into the hostel and then went out for our first Roman dinner. The first and best part of the meal was easily the Bruschetta (grilled bread rubbed with garlic and topped with olive oil and tomatoes). We then headed out to take some photos of the Colosseum lit up at night. But that certainly did not work out. The Colosseum wasn't lit up, there were city vehicles of some sort parked in front of it, and what looked like a group of firefighters, a few with flashlights, was on one of the upper levels of the Colosseum. I'm not sure what they were doing, since there was no signs of a fire or any other sort of emergency, but they were clearly up to something. Anyways, around the area we ran into a group of girls from Boston, a guy from Slovakia, and another guy from Ireland. According to them the Colosseum was not lit up due to a marathon being held in Rome that weekend – the 92nd Giro d'Italia, as I later found out (which ran from May 9th to May 31st, starting in Venice and finishing in Rome).

After some much needed sleep and a refreshingly-inexpensive breakfast at the hostel next morning, we were off to see the Colosseum again – this time to take a tour. I don't remember exactly what was said on the tour, but some impressive details, such as the fact that the Colosseum was built in only 7 years – quite an amazing feat for something that large being built almost two thousand years ago. Another thing I remember is that apparently only two Christians were killed in the Roman Colosseum, making the Christian band that entered while we were there to sing something about martyrdom seem a bit excessive.

After a short break our tour moved on to Palatine Hill, the centermost of the Seven Hills of Rome. According to tradition, Palatine Hill is where Romulus founded the city of Rome. On top of Palatine Hill is what remains of the Flavian Palace, the vast residence of the Roman Emperors. I don't remember exactly but I think the tour guide mentioned that, among other things, the Emperor had his own private race track at Flavian. I guess that's the 1st century equivalent to having a private movie theater. We moved on to the Roman Forum, the central area around which ancient Roman civilization developed that was politically and economically the center of the Roman Republic and Empire. Inside the Forum grounds were various temples, basilicas, arches, and other structures.

Later on that day we visited the Pantheon, a temple to all the gods of Ancient Rome built by Marcus Agrippa, the key general of Augustus, the first Roman emperor. Today it's used for masses, and in venturing inside we stumbled onto a choir group singing Amazing Grace. Leaving the Pantheon I happened to stumble onto Palazzo Montecitorio, which is a palace currently used for the Italian Chamber of Deputies (the lower house of parliament). The next stop was the Trevi Fountain. A traditional legend about the Trevi Fountain is that if visitors throw a coin over their shoulder into the fountain they are ensured a return to Rome. Not being superstitious I didn't do that myself; hopefully that was not a mistake as I would very much like to return to Rome some day. One random bit of trivia that I found online - approximately 3000 euros (~$4200 USD) are thrown into the fountain each day, which are used to subsidize a supermarket for Rome's needy.

Next on the agenda were the Spanish Steps. The Scalinata, as it is called in Italian, is the longest and widest staircase in Europe. I was quite confused as to why they were called the 'Spanish' steps, and I now finally got around to looking that up. The history was not quite what I was expecting to find - evidently they were only built in 1723-1725 when French diplomat Étienne Gueffier bequeathed funds to link the Bourbon Spanish Embassy to the Holy See. As you can see from the photo the area was extremely crowded when I visited. Only on the way back from some later travels did I notice the Fontana della Barcaccia, a fountain at the base of the steps which, at the time, was completely obstructed by visitors.

VATICAN

The next day we headed out to the Vatican. Conveniently enough, on the last Sunday of each month entrance to the Vatican museum is free. Unfortunately I guess that is also when most Italians choose to go, so we had to wait somewhere around 2 hours in line. The museum itself was really an overwhelming experience – tons of artwork, sculptures, and statues. There was even a whole Egyptian section for whatever reason. As you might be able to tell from the photos I took I initially tried to get everything, but that quickly proved impossible. Here's one example that stood out to me that underlines just how extensive the Vatican's collection is: with the exception of a little bit remaining in some pillars at the Roman Forum, the Vatican holds the vast majority of the world's supply of Egyptian Marble – one of, or perhaps the rarest form of marble in the world, worth about as much as gold per ounce.

After a quick gelato break we then went on to St Peter's Square. Other than a long line wrapping around for entrance into the Basilica it was not all that crowded which was interesting, although I guess that makes sense given that at that point we were well into the afternoon. Apparently the Pope or someone else of significance had been there earlier, as chairs were lined up outside the Basilica, but whatever was going on was long gone when I arrived. I took some photos inside the square and then moved on to the Basilica. The Basilica itself was, of course, very impressive. For whatever reason it seemed larger up close than when I took photos of it from a distance. And the ceilings were very, very high inside the Basilica – obviously the designers focused on form above function when designing the place.

LAST DAY IN ROME

Monday dragged on a bit, a combination of having seen most of the major attractions the previous two days and rainy weather. But as the train back to Vienna left at 7pm, we had some time to make the most of the day by taking a tour of one of the Catacombs of Rome. The catacombs themselves are massive – had I been separated from the tour guide I imagine I could have easily gotten lost done there. One interesting tidbit – even to this day small mass services are held down in the catacombs. I don't think I'd like to go there for mass regularly, but it would be a neat, if a bit morbid, experience.

Finally, after the catacombs tour we checked out of the hostel and headed back to the train station to board the long, long train back to Vienna. It was a bit of a mixed experience – on the one hand, for the first few hours I had to put up with the ventilation not working and a rowdy bunch of American backpackers. But those problems eventually resolved themselves. One random but interesting experience was having an opportunity to use my limited Spanish with a couple Argentinians who were sitting next to me. They were importer/exporters vacationing in Europe. Given the state of my Spanish we eventually reverted to English, but I did get to have an interesting chat about South America with them before falling asleep for the rest of the ride back.

One random concluding thought: it was not until passing a calender for sale that had a picture of Mussolini on it that I gave any thought to that dark period in Italy and Rome's history. I guess that is because, to me anyways, he and his fascist state seem quite insignificant when looking at the broader history of Rome and its impact on the world – being among other things the seat of one of, if not the, most influential civilizations in world history, then capital of Christianity for nearly a millennium, and later, through the Vatican, the capital of Catholicism.

So that was my trip to Italy. As much as I liked Greece, all in all if I had to choose between the two I'd definitely pick Italy – or at least I'd rather study or live in Rome than in Athens. I hope not throwing a coin into the Trevi fountain doesn't come back to haunt me...

Additional photos from Venice - http://www.flickr.com/photos/32227991@N02/sets/72157619293657926/

From Rome - http://www.flickr.com/photos/32227991@N02/sets/72157619212453651/

And from Vatican City - http://www.flickr.com/photos/32227991@N02/sets/72157619213289809/