So You Don't Fit in My Suitcase

Cleaning out the Draft Box

2009-01-03T13:15:00.000-08:00

Hey, has anyone heard from that crazy girl who when to that little place in the big ocean?

Yes, I know, it has been months since I last blogged, but that does not mean I haven't been writing. It just seems there is always more to say and not enough time to finish writing. Thus instead of hitting 'publish post,' I've hit 'save now' in hopes of getting back to it sooner than later (you all already know how that story has turned out thus far). Despite my delay and my insufficient words, I do want to fulfill my promise and share my experience with you and so I will published the over-saved blogs from the past months.

While I do not have the time to update you since my last draft, I will do my best to get something out in the next three weeks (drop me a scolding if I don't follow through). Oh, an advanced apology for the last story's cliff hanger, which seems to serve as a perfect example of why so many things just get stored in my draft box instead of published. I will do my best to finish up that entry in my next blog.

----------------------------- Written Sometime in December -----------------------------------

Teaching: 1 Semester Down, 3 To Go
My first semester of teaching could more accurately be described as my first semester of learning. For all you ed majors out there it was like student teaching without the education classes to build a background of skills and without the mentor teacher for support. While I can now tell you the order of the empires that conquered Mesopotamia, I can more importantly begin to manage a classroom of seventh graders bursting with energy. Although I have taken in a plethora of information and techniques, I know what I need to learn significantly outweighs what I have learned.

In the realm of after school activities, the math club never got off the ground. Instead of focusing on crunching numbers, Tuesdays and Wednesdays were open for general tutoring. The one-on-one and small group tutoring was GREAT! I loved being able to give personal attention to students as it enables me to cater to their specific means of understanding. For an example, I have compared adding positive and negative integers to baseball teams, rap artists, and cooking. When it comes to subtracting negative integers I've got a ridiculous dance that reminds student if they see a "crazy Ms. Josephine " (aka -(-x)) they need to change the double negative to a positive.

The ability to embrace a student's development in academics and, more importantly, character is a humbling honor. I get to witness a young minds slowly put pieces of a puzzle together, until there is a subtle, yet distinct look of brief curious confusion that is filled with a pondering expression that reads something like, "wait . . . is that it?" to a sudden beaming smile upon their face and an energy blended of pride and enthusiasm, which radiates from their heart filling the space around them. From the success of conquering one problem a student finds the confidence and drive to try another. Maybe that is what education is really about, providing student the opportunity to build self-confidence and find a spark that inspires them to keep growing. Maybe as a teacher our role is simply to walk with our students hip-to-hip along their journey, briefly providing guidance, challenges, and encouragement while our paths merge for a few short miles.

Have you ever been filled with pride for someone? The kind of pride that is joyfully humbled in the presence of another's accomplishments, so much so that it forgets the being from whom the emotion emerged. It is the pride for another that captures your energy and runs through you, reflecting the same beaming smile that is in front of you. While I have been proud of many people throughout the years, I have only experienced this depth of pride a few times yet as I continue to teach it seems to be emerging again and again. Maybe this is the pride a parent feels for a child, in which case I can begin to see how all the long days of being constantly called upon, enforcing discipline, though it breaks your heart, and pushing through even when you are exhausted is worth that brief moment of a genuine, joyful, and proud smile from another. Now, to all my elders that may begin to get excited or for some worried at this statement, let me clarify that I will not be bringing any new lives into this world any time soon. Teaching a classroom of seventh graders provides enough birth control to last a me a couple years after I return home.

As I begin to plan for round two of teaching, I am racking my brain of how to structure the material to best fit my students needs. It seems I have two groups of students, one group being above the level I taught at last semester, and the other being below. While teaching the material in the middle ground between the two groups worked last semester, it seemed to still be too fast for one group, and not enough for the the other. So, this is a call to all you teachers out there. . . Any ideas of how to teach a class with two distinct levels of learning? Let me know.

The Heart of the Holidays
Belated season greetings to you all. I hope each of you had a wonderful Turkey-Merry-Rock'n Eve (yeah, that is a combo of all three major holidays). Each of the holiday celebrations brought a bit of something old and a bit of something new. Here is a glimpse into my world . . .

Thanksgiving: Two meals and a New Tradition
Thanksgiving began Wednesday night with dinner number one. Our landlord had to leave for a business trip on Thursday and so he gathered his extended family for a Thanksgiving celebration the night before. With a canopy pitched in our shared front yard, a table full of both American and Ponapean food, and people gathered together, Thanksgiving began. The food was good, the company was delightful, and the combo of the two made for a nice night.

Turkey day itself kicked off with a PCS (the school I work at) tradition. The PCS community gathered to celebrate Thanksgiving Day Mass, however this mass was not just a celebration, but also an offering of thanks. As the students rolled onto the PCS campus, they carried with them fruits from their land, which were placed before the altar in the church. Bananas, coconuts, breadfruit, sugar cane, sour sap, and various other fruits overflowed from the space before the altar to the steps leading up to the sacred space. As I stood in amazement of how much food was gathered, other staff commented that this year's collection of food was the lowest they had ever seen. I can't imagine what the previous years collections must have been as I was still floored by the amount of fruits in front of me. It was beautiful to see the students bring forth their offerings, big or small, in a spirit of gratitude. Once the food had been set before the altar we all celebrated Mass together with our offering of thanks not only within our hearts, but also expressed before us. After the Mass we loaded all the fruits into flat beds for the 8th grade class and the PCS staff to deliver the State Hospital and the prison; the rest of the school was dismissed for the day. Our first stop was the state hospital, where the 8th grade students lead a short prayer service for each wing of the hospital and then passed out a couple of pieces of fruit to each of the families there. We then unloaded a ton of fruits at the hospital's kitchen for their general use. Next, it was off to the prison where we unloaded the rest of the collection and the 8th graders again lead a short prayer service. When all the delivers had been made, we headed back to the PCS campus and were dismissed for the day.

For Thanksgiving dinner the three of us JVs had been invited to the Peace Core's celebration, but it turned out there was a miscommunication as to the location of the dinner. Thus, with a green bean casserole in hand we headed out to the Jesuit's house to see if their invitation to dinner was still open. Welcoming us with open arms we joined the circle of less than a dozen various individuals. As a group we were a random assortment, but we were all connected through being distant from loved ones during this holiday, and by the welcome of the warm heart of the Jesuit fathers. The gathering of new and familiar faces, of wonders and residents, of old and young, and a sharing of whatever one could bring seemed to a prefect reflection of what that first Thanksgiving might have been.

Over the past five years of Thanksgivings I have only been able to spend one with my family in Arizona. However, during the four Thanksgiving I have celebrated distant from family I have been amazed by the open and embracing arms which have received me. Weather it be Westlynn, OR, or the Shipstad HDs apartment, or Boise, ID, or a small island in the Pacific, I have been shown a hospitality that has touched my heart. Those who say that there is no hope for the human race, that the discord and unrest of this world is too much, I say be received into someone's home and you will experience the love of being taken in by someone, not in a pitiful way, but in humble offer of peace and rest. Our ability to receive and offer goodness to one another testifies to our human capabilities of peace. Maybe the solution is simple: open our doors. It has been the embrace of love from others that continues to inspire me to embrace others with love. I guess Ghandi had it right, "Be the change you want to see in the world." For better or worse, our actions will touch deeper than our words.

----------------------------- Written Sometime in October -----------------------------------

It has been a little over three months since my arrival to Pohnpei. Time has passed like a classical song filled with fortes, pianissimos, allegros, and andantes. I have tried to stay in tempo with the music, keeping my feet and body in motion with the beats as the dynamics of the music changes, and while life is still a roller coaster, the ride has begun to smooth itself out a bit.

I last wrote to you about two months ago, and in that time the elegance of the ordinary has begun its transformation upon me. Maybe this idea is best captured in a journal entry from a few weeks ago:

So much has happened since my arrival to Pohnpei, yet to the onlooker nothing extraordinary, nothing that would be worth the last page of a grassroots newspaper or even a mention as a a space filler between conversation topics. But it is precisely in the ordinary that the extraordinary is emerging, and transforming the vessels that are open to it.

Rarely do these transformations take place or manifest themselves in the breathtaking magnificence of a sunset or in a scene from a 55 cent postcard. No, these transformations happen during the sweat of the day before the sun rests; it happens in the images and experiences which cannot be photographed.

Moment by moment with every breath something stirs, shakes, trembles, releases, transforms and finally settles just to find enough ragged rest before it is taken up again. This wearing process is so easily overlooked, misunderstood and disregarded by others, but even more tragically by the one being transformed. How pitifully foolish I am in forgetting the beauty and power of a breath. How cowardly to fear being torn down and apart when I have been offered to be made anew. I loose sight so quickly becoming blind in the daily routine of to-dos. I get caught up in the doing and forget the essence of being, hmm isn't that the trap I always seem to step into?

-Journal Entry: October 19, 2008 (Before I continue, let me interject that I was hesitant to share material from my journal, but as I have promised to share with you the genuine me, I decided to take a risk and put it all out there.)

It is eye-opening for me to tune into my internal transformation, which like all of you reading this, is constantly in motion. Yet how often I simply go on about my day without regard to the fundamental element that makes me who I am, my spirit; the source from which my laughter roars, from which my perceptions are formed, from which my drive and energy roots . . . the place where the essence of who I am is revealed. And while it is impossible to capture the intrinsic transformation occurring within me, for how can something in constant motion be captured, there are a few I can try to articulate for you.

My eyes are being opened to my own gifts. No, not talents, but gifts that are unique to my being. My interaction with various people and situations has begun to serve as a mirror of reflection to both the beautiful and struggling sides of who I am. I have found some of the things that came so easy to me in the past I now struggle with, but in the struggle emerges an appreciation and a new depth. A simple example of this is my interaction with nature. I am a person who receives great enjoyment, energy, and renewal from nature. In fact, I have driven a few college friends crazy with the talk of the magnificent reds and oranges found in Portland's Fall leaves (aside: If you are in Portland please take a walk around the block, breathe deep, and take in the Fall for me). My appreciation of nature, even of the simplest leaf, was something I knew was unique, but I did not realize the depth of it until I began to go through my day here so busy doing that I lost sight of this precious source of peace. Yes, I know I sound very hippie right now, but what can I say? It's true. Shamefully, it was in losing sight of the simple beauty around me, that I discovered how I have taken this gift for granted. It wasn't until I had to stop myself, breathe, and let this gift reveal itself to me again that I realized the beauty of it.

To be honest, it is difficult for me to write about my gifts that I am discovering within myself as I have never been one to pat myself on the back, but maybe that is part of what I need to learn: to recognize the gifts and beauty I possess. This realization, and others like it, do not come by walking through fields of sunshine and roses, it has been a lot of the down roller coaster moments that my eyes are lifted and made clear.

At the end of my last blog I mentioned a few possible topics you might see this time around . . . so here you go:

I see you

I am still amazed how frequently I see each of you throughout my day. The random happenings of the day seem to call forth a memory, a smile, and a simple thought of you. There are no names need for this list, you know who you are.

I see you in math word problems, such as "Katie lives 10,000 miles away from Christine. Christine lives 2,000 miles away from Sarah. How far does Katie live from Sarah?"

I see you on my walk to school when I see a perfect "happy tree" and a perfect "worry tree."

I see you when conversations about football emerge (Go Chicago!).

I see you when my ipod shuffles to songs by Paul Simion, Carbon Leaf, Van Morrision, and Disney.

I see you when I am drinking my cup of coffee and I think of our coffee shop outings.

I see you when I am craving a good Northwest brew, and I flash back to the great conversations over a pint at a pub or a bottle in the dorms.

I see you when I play my neighbor in Scrabble.

I see you when that particular comments are made.

I see you when my squeeking/gasping-for-air laugh comes skreeching out.

I see you when I long for a game of cribbage.

I see you in the seventh grade students I teach.

I see you when something fantastic happens, or something frustrating, or something that I would normally run to you to share.

This is list is endless, as I see each of you where ever I go because I am sharing with others the gifts you have shared with me. I am so often overwhelmed with how blessed I am to have such amazing people in my life.

Special Moments

My route to and from school is such that it takes me past a house horizontally painted red, white and blue. One evening in late September, I was head home after a long and frustrating day of teaching. I walked along worn out just wanting to get to the house. As I approached the patriotic house, I noticed there was a large gathering of people. There were people everywhere. Folks were sitting on cars, on the low walls, in the patio area, in front of the neighbors home. I could hear some low chatter and a bit of laughter, but for the most part the decimal of noise was kept to one similar to what your parents set on their car radio. With each step I drew closer to the house and noticed a new detail: plates scattered about the patio floor and being filled with food, a beautifully wrinkled woman sitting in a white plastic chair observing the work at hand, a water spicket attached to the side of the house being turned on and off as people rinsed their hands between tasks, children playing further down the street . . . . There was a warmth radiating from the house, and while the massive amount of cooking combined with the multiple bodies did raise the temperature a few degrees, this warmth radiated from the connections made between people. With a steady Minnesotan mosey I became parallel with the house, glanced over with a general but genuine smile, and continued walking when I felt something grab my hand. I peered down and it was a little girl, maybe 10 years old. "You follow?" she asked. I was caught off guard and was a bit confused. "You want to follow?" she repeated her question with a bit of eagerness. "Follow?" I asked

The Craziest Roller Coaster

2008-08-23T21:36:00.000-07:00

Preface
Greetings from Pohnpei! To be honest I don’t know where to start this blog, as the past month of my life has been a whirlwind of changes, challenges, experiences, and emotions. I have sat down several times in attempts to translate my experiences into words so you might have a window into my world, but alas every time I attempt to write I think to myself “How can I translate all I am taking in into words?” I have not found an answer to this question nor do I suppose I ever will, so for now my futile attempts will have to suffice. Here goes nothing.

Two Weeks of Orientation
I departed from my trail dust town known as Tucson, AZ on a jet plane July 19th, but unlike John Denver I knew I would be back June 2010. My first stop on my adventure was Cleveland, OH. "Cleveland, Ohio?" some of you might be asking. Yes, I was bound for the Midwest and JVI Orientation (in JV lingo, Big-O). The 14 days of orientation felt like two months that had fluttered away quicker than a bat of flirtatious eyelashes.

Big-O began like most orientations and trainings with some good old ice breakers. Out of the grab bag of endless of get-to-know-yous, came many familiar games as well as a few new zingers. For my co-ResLife staffers of '06-'07, no, there was not a 2.5-hour game that involved repeating everyone's name and favorite smell; I don't think that epic game can ever be topped. A new game I found amusing was called "What's this I'm your sis! / Yo yo I'm your bro!" This game was simple, you go around a in a circle and try to state something you think is unique to you and if someone has that thing in common with you they will shout "What's this I'm your sis!" or "Yo, yo I'm your bro!" and that's it. Simple, yet I was amused every time I got to shout "What's this I'm your sis!" Yeah, it is always the simple things that I get a kick out of.

After a day of introductions and beginning to become comfortable with one another we got down to business. Our typical day began at 7:30 with morning prayer and concluded with 9pm evening prayer. Sandwiched in between these times of folded hands was a balance of workshops, meals and free time. Boy, were the days packed with things to chew on, but despite the constant mastication there was a beautiful equilibrium which feed all parts of our being. The workshop topics ranged from "Who Am I?" to "Personal Health," and touched upon the vast subject matter between as the days passed. Much beyond learning that one should wash their hands for a full 20 seconds, which is equivalent to two rounds of Happy Birthday, the workshops challenged us to ask the big questions. They began to transform those 3am philosophical college conversations on life, justice, and faith into questions that confront how we live day-to-day. They challenged us to strive for a better understanding through critical analysis of our experiences and to seek the answers through our hands, minds, and hearts.

Now, I can't pass up sharing about Big-O without mentioning the awesome cohort of individuals with whom I shared those two weeks. Hailing from across the nation, these individuals blew me away with their magnetic and dynamic personalities. Weather we were deliberating if rosemary was used in the chicken at dinner, discussing throwing bows during games of midnight football, or debating the meaning of justice, there was always a good time to be had. And while we came together as strangers with a common path ahead, I’d like to think after the two weeks of ridiculous games and thought provoking conversations, we departed as friends. In short, Big-O served as a formative beginning which will continue to unfold as I walk the road ahead.

My life in Pohnpei
This is where it really begins to get tough to describe my experiences, as everyday is an overload to my senses and I cannot seem to keep up with the experiences as they are happening, but let's start with some basics.

Kaselehlie maing ko my name is Josephine Corder . . . ok, maybe not that basic. You are looking at, or more accurately reading about, Pohnpei Catholic School's (PCS) 7th grade teacher. That's right, I went from taking notes, turning in papers, and sometimes staring blankly at my professors to lesson planning, grading papers and sometimes receiving those blank stares. I live in Kolonia Town in an immediate household of three, which is comprised of Megan, a second year JV, Luke, a co-first year JV, and myself. The three of us live in a three-bedroom home located about a ten-minute walk from our perspective workplaces. While I have not yet established a routine or rhythm to my life here in Pohnpei, there are a couple things that occur regularly. Every Sunday, my immediate community has spirituality night. This is a time when Megan, Luke and I come together and take time to nurture our spirits through whatever means is needed at the time. On Tuesday nights, the three of us head over to the local Jesuit Community and join in their spirituality night followed by dinner. On Thursdays, my household has community night in which we address how things are going in the community and do something that brings us closer together: a game, guided conversation, or just general hanging out. Also, in the routine mix is home cook'n by yours truly every Monday night. Other than these staple events, everything else is currently in an ebb and flow of life.

Want a bit more than the basics?

Life as a Teacher
This section really should be titled Life as a Student since I feel I am learning just as much, if not more than my students. As previously stated I am the 7th grade teacher at PSC, this means that I get to hear my name echoed in 23 various voices throughout the day. Many of these echoes come in repetitious sets of the same question, and are followed by an "ooooh." Of course, there is the "Ms. Josephine, can I use the restroom?" which is asked at least once, usually twice by a student during each subject. But before I dive into the comedic daily happenings of teaching, let me begin at the beginning. A couple days after arriving to Pohnpei, teacher work days began. Though neither Luke nor I knew what we would be teaching, we headed down to the school with excitement. While I didn't know what to expect, I did bring some preconceived ideas of what teacher work days would entail such as teachers sitting at their desks creating world class lesson plans, bulletin boards, and generally getting prepared for the school year ahead. Well, teacher work days began a bit differently than the picture I had painted in my mind. We began by with a general sweep around the room accompanied by tossing out the trash left from previous classes. After the simple brush-up we flooded the concrete floor classrooms with water and tide bleach and scrubbed away. Along with scrubbing the floors, we brushed and cleared out the windows from spiders whom had set up numerous neighborhoods and maybe even a city council. While the spiders would scurry away as the yellow broom swept in and destroyed their homes, they were not yet ready to be evicted from the classrooms in which they had become so cozy. The eviction process of these spiders is a daily battle of broom vs. web and a test of both parties endurance, but do not fret I am tough and fierce competitor.

A few days before school began, it was decided that I would be teaching 7th grade. It then took me a couple days to figure out what books went along with the classes I was suppose to be teaching. School began August 18th with two days of orientation, and classes commencing on August 20th. It was not until two days or so after school started that the actual classes I would be teaching was finalized. This may be the opportune time to mention one of the first lessons I learned, or at least was re-emphasized in my life, since coming to Pohnpei: laughter is the best cure for frustration. When situations, people, or the random happenings of life become utterly ridiculous we can either throw our hands up in frustration, or smile and laugh lightening everything up a bit.

I have always held teachers in high regard, but since stepping into the shoes of a teacher my level of respect for the teaching profession has sky rocketed. To say the least, teaching is a tough job and having only received a one day workshop on teaching at Big-O, the phrase ‘on the job training’ has a whole new meaning to me. Despite what some may think, teaching is not just getting up in front of a class and dictating what is the textbook. Teaching is a skillful art of imparting knowledge, fostering character, empowering individuals, exhibiting your genuine care, and mutual learning. Hats off to all you teachers out there, you all are truly inspiring.

So Monday through Friday, I have 23 sets of eager eyes staring up at me ready to learn Math, Reading, Theology, Spelling, Language, and Social Studies (Science is taught by the principal since I am teaching theology). Behind each pair of those 23 sets of eyes is an unique personality and spirit. I have the privilege of not only interacting daily with aspiring teachers, lawyers, stewardesses, soldiers, baseball players, and doctors, but also being a small part of their formation process. I hope that I am serving them well. Thus far my favorite subjects to teach is world history and math, but who knows as time goes on my preferences may shift. Oh, speaking of math, I am starting a math club at my school. That's right, a math club. This social work/theology major has crossed over into the world of numbers and is steadily becoming a math nerd. Please hold off on sending those pocket protectors as I do not have any pockets to protect. Wow, there is so much to share, but so little time and so few words. Overall, I like teaching and even if I have a difficult day, I have always manged to walk away from PCS with a smile on my face.

Taro
We had Friday, September, 12 off from school and so I decided to cash in an offer from our librarian to learn some local cooking. I set off that morning with directions that consisted of something like 'Go straight until you see this first major intersection then make a right. Go past the market and the church, then make another right. You will see a gas station, keep going. Then about two or three minutes after you pass the bridge take a right. Then start asking people where I live and they will tell you where to go.' Interestingly, these seemingly vague directions are possibly the clearest and easiest to follow directions I have ever received. It was a beautiful day for a walk, and as I walked down the last stretch of road, wondering if I had passed her house, I heard my name "Josephine, I am down here." There was our librarian with a big, welcoming smile. She explained that her mother-in-law and her had just put the taro on to boil. Some of you might be wondering, "what on earth is Taro?" Taro is kind of a cross between a potato and a yam. Like most plants, there are various types of taro and various methods of cooking it. I was learning how to make kemelis, which consists of taro, sugar, and coconut shavings.

We were making the kemelis for the librarian's church singing group that was meeting that night. Most of the morning consisted of waiting for the huge pot of taro to boil and good conversion. I enjoyed hearing about her family, cultural traditions, thoughts on the growing western influence in Pohnpei, and everything in between. As we sat near the water, the ocean breeze kept us cool and provided us relief from the fire's smoke. Possibly around noon, the precise time was unknown to me since I was not wearing a watch, the taro was ready to be pounded. Putting the warm taro on a huge flat rock we began to pound. When I use the word pound, I mean exactly that pound, not hit or tap or mash, pound. You throw some arm into it and pound the solid root, which has been slightly softened through boiling, until it is smooth and about the consistency of thick oatmeal. As the librarian and I pounded the taro, her mother-in-law began grinding the coconut we would eventually mix into the taro. While we were working, various members of her family and neighbors stopped by the traditional cooking house. The cooking house looks similar to a ramada and has a low sitting grill, under which you build the fire. Once we began working and people started stopping by, most of the dialog was in Pohnpein. While I could not understand what the conversations were about, there was a comfort in hearing warm and friendly conversation. Every once and a while I would hear something in the conversation that I would recognize, such as the mention of the neighborhood I lived in. At one point, I heard Arizona mentioned which grabbed my attention and I looked up. The librarian then explained to me that everyone was asking where I was from because I pounded taro as if I had been doing it for years. A bit later, her sister had stopped by and after watching for a bit she said in English "You are better than Librarian's Name." I humbly accepted the compliment, and gave credit to my teacher. After a while the mother-in-law began pounding taro with me, the librarian explaining that she was stronger and faster than she was, and since I was better at pounding taro then she, her mother-in-law and I would pound the taro. We pounded the afternoon away, and eventually that evening we mixed in the sugar, added the coconut, and rolled the kemelis into balls. With the final kemelis ball rolled, our work was done for the day. Since it was getting dark, and I lived a ways away the librarian and her husband drove me home, but not empty handed. The librarian had cooked up some fish her husband had caught the night before and handed me a bag with two small fish and two large balls of D-E-L-I-C-O-U-S kemelis. The librarian explained to me that in Pohnpeian culture it was rude for someone to visit and to leave empty handed. As I hopped out of the car I thanked the librarian for having me over and for the bag of goodies. That night my community enjoyed fish and rice with a yummy side of kemelis for dinner.

Other Adventures

Sokes Ridge
Swimming in Twin Falls and the Viscous Ear Infection

The Roller Coaster
So why is this blog titled The Craziest Roller Coaster? Well, that seems to be the most accurate description of my life right now. I am taking in an extreme amount of information everyday. Everything from culture to methods of teaching to learning more about my community to new insights about myself and everything in between, is taken in through my various senses. The twists and turns of everyday have me either throwing my hands up in the air with excitement or clinging to my seat with a sense of "oh boy, here we goooooo." I suppose if these feelings were snapped by a camera, like they do during the big drop on a coaster rides, they would both make a great photo moment that can be put in one of those cheesy decorative paper frames, and cherished for years to come. Despite the constant twists, turns, ups and downs, this ride has a general upward trend and things are going well.

Keeping in Touch
I appreciate all your emails and wish I had time to answer them all. The internet is difficult for me to access, and since my computer has crashed the difficult has increased. I will do my best to email you back but please allow up to a month for me to reply. The best way to keep in touch is good old snail mail.

Speaking of snail mail, a special thanks to all of you who have written. There had been a hold put on our school's mailbox for the past few weeks so we had not been receiving mail, but yesterday our principal cleared up the issue and I received your letters. I wish I could accurately describe how much your letters mean to me. They are not only a way of keeping in touch, but the fuel which renews my spirit and keeps me going. Thank you.

As far as my end of communication, I will do my best to blog at least once a month . . . key words is do my best. I won't be able to share everything and the topics will vary, but I hope to give you all a bit of something regularly.

Well, I must be going for now. I think of you all each day and miss everyone dearly. It amazes me how many times those I love come up in my mind and how I can see each of you through the various interactions I have in Pohnpei (mmm, that sounds like a good blogging topic for next month). Ok, I really must be going. Give someone we mutually know a hug for me and make the most of everyday!

With love, prayers, and wishing you the best,
-Your Girl in Micronesia

*Possible features of the next blog . . . "How I See you," "Sights, Sounds, and the Other Senses," "More on Teaching," "The Internal Processing,". . . I guess we will see what happens.

So You Don't Fit in My Suitcase

2008-05-21T12:16:00.001-07:00

Bend just a bit more and take a deep breath.
Good, good now hold that, I am gonna zip . . . Wait, what? I didn't quiet hear you.
You want an air hole? Air holes are overrated, just hold your breath.

It seems packing all of you into one suitcase isn't going to quiet work, especially if you have ridiculous requests such as air holes, what's next food and water for the flight over to Pohnpei? So to save you money on contortionist lessons, and to leave me room to pack some clothes, I thought I would include you in my journey through a blog. You won't need to pack much for the journey, go ahead put your toothbrush back in the bathroom and your underwear back in your dresser drawer. For this journey, you will simply need:

- A bit of time for reading blogs, a few prayers, and maybe even dropping me a line.
- A couple of cups of coffee for potential late night reading.
- A sense of humor; what's life without laughter?
- And most importantly, YOU, pack your all the amazing and the not so amazing aspects of who you are for this adventure. Leave your masks at home, or just toss them out they really aren't that good anyway; I want the true you along for the journey.

While we move through this adventure together I ask for a good deal of patience as the frequency of my blogs is dependent upon many factors, including factors I don't even know are factors yet. If you are interested in learning more about the Jesuit Volunteer Corp, check out www.jesuitvolunteers.org.

Also as a part of my commitment to JVI I am responsible for fund raising $3,000 before July 20, 2008. If you are interested and able to support my journey financially you can make donations www.jesuitvolunteers.org/donatejvi. In the notes section please make sure to indicate my name, so your donation will go toward supporting my fund raising efforts.

Are you up for the adventure?

PS: Feel free to take a peak at my archived blogs, posted there are some of my adventures studying abroad the summer of '07. For those of you that tried to follow along last summer, you may remember I didn't get very far in my blogging, but I going to strive to be better this time around . . . remember patience is on the packing list :)

Praha better known as Prague (Part I)

2007-05-28T10:08:00.001-07:00

May 24-27, 2007

WOW! was Prague a good time. I have to begin by apologizing as my attempt to portray Prague and my adventures there will fall short of the incredible experience of the trip, but I will futilely strive to share all that was Prague.

We had a class day trip to Wien (Vienna) on Thursday after which all of the students and a professor (and his family) traveled on to Prague. We caught the 6ish train from Vienna and watched the picturesque landscape of open fields, running rivers, and old architecture pass by for five-ish hours, arriving in Prague about 23ish(11pm). From the train station we the large group headed our separate ways toward our respective hostels with a game plan to meet up in the morning in the Jewish Quarter to do some site seeing together. The group I was hosteling with consisted of Jackie G., Ashlee G., and Sarah Z. We headed from the train station out to our hostel, Hostel Elf located about 10 minutes by foot . . . well 10 minutes if you go the right direction. We initially headed out the right direction making our way confidently through the warm summer night of Prague, but over quickly realized that we had overshot our street and need to turn around. Back tracking we could not find the street, and so I stepped into a hotel to ask humbly for directions. After grabbing a few free maps, we thanked them for their help and quickly found the correct street. I have to admit the road we headed down was a bit creepy at times, but I never felt unsafe just extra alert. With each step I took the excitement of being in Prague grew. When we all saw the hostel from afar it was like seeing a calm in the horizon, as we were exhausted from a day in Vienna.

The sign for Hostel Elf hangs out perpendicular from the building and can be seen down the street. Once one reaches the sign they turn to a stair way leading to what can be seen as the back side of the building. As we reached the steps we could hear music blasting. We walked up the stairs to an out door lounge where people were hanging out, drinking and thoroughly enjoying their late night at the hostel. Immediately as we walked in the door I noticed a man sitting on the stool next to me smoking a huge joint (that would be marijuana for those who might not be familiar with the term). I have to admit that my initial thought was "oh my God, what did we get ourselves into?" The staff member checking us in explained to us that they were having some sort of staff party for some special occasion. We got through check in, got our keys and headed to bed. Jackie, Sarah and I were all in the same room as we had booked our stay together. The three of us shared a room together with five other people (only one of them currently sleeping when we arrived). We got our stuff settled to catch some shut eye around 1am. About 1:30ish we hear some pounding on the door and jiggling of the door handle. My initial thought was that it was some drunk people who were trying to get into the wrong room. Exhausted my only thought was Jackie don't open the door. After that ruckus, I eventually feel asleep. It seems now would be a good time to tell you the mystery behind the ruckus. Jackie, Sarah and I learned the next day that two of our male classmates, Doug P. & Matt C., had come by to make sure we had arrived safely to our hostel. Yeah, it was sweet of them.

Our hostel provided a free breakfast consisting of hardy corn flakes, tea, coffee and sandwiches, which all of our budgets loved. As an early bird I was out in the lounge that morning before breakfasted started. I chilled writing in my journal, trying to catch on the past days adventures (which I am struggling to keep up with as there is so much I am experiencing) when another traveler entered the room. A simple morning "hey" began a morning chat about our travels & experiences. This traveler's name is Oliver, a fire fighter from Laguna Beach, CA on a four week back packing trip with his buddy who just graduated from a University in San Fransisco. We had a friendly chat about what we had seen, what we were looking forward to seeing, were we were at in our lives and hoping to accomplish with our lives. He was headed out to his next destination that day, as we had just begun our exploring in Prague.

The four of us (Jackie, Ashlee, Sarah and I) headed to the Jewish Quarter to meet up with the rest of the group at 10am. Once the larger group got together we purchased tickets to see the Jewish quarter which encompassed most of Prague's synagogues and historical building revolving around the Jewish faith. The synagogues we visited had been converted into museums which exhibited the history of the Jewish community in Prague. It was interesting and I learned alot (in fact I was ashamed of how much I didn't know about the oppression of people of the Jewish faith dating long back before WWII). Of the six synagogues we visited a few stood in particular stood out. First was a synagogue that had been converted into a memorial for those people who had died in WWII. Etched into the walls of this synagogue was the name and a brief bio of the victims killed in WWII. One room of the synagogue was an exhibit of the children's artwork during the Holocaust. When exiting this synagogue one walks through a grumbled cemetery filled with stacks of tombstones. Whenever I enter cemeteries it always strikes me how each headstone marks a life, a life that has a story and a story worth remembering, but the question arises who will remember the person's story?
It is worth mentioning that after the first museum the big group split up, deciding smaller groups were more advantageous. Jackie G. and I decided to stick together and turned out to make great travel buddies. As we were visiting the synagogues we stubbed across an interesting looking store at which point we wondered in. Almost as soon as I walk I found a pretty glass set and began looking at different pieces. Shortly after walking into the store a man walks up to me and begins telling me about the glasses and that he will give me a discount because I a beautiful. While suspicious of the genuineness of his comment, I thanked him and continued looking around. As I was looking around I heard a mans voice call to me "Jo, you are from Phoenix yeah?" I spun around to see a man who had called my name standing with Jackie, "No, Tucson, why?" "Cause I know you." At this point I am running though names and faces in my head trying to match some identity with the figure before me, but quickly I realize that I did not know this person. After a few split seconds of wondering, the guy states "Jo, you are famous here," at this point I am confused, "you are from the 50 Cent video Candy Shop!" Apparently he thought I was a back up dancer from a music video. I instantly tried to explain that I wasn't but he continually insisted that I was, so I decided to roll with it. After finally admitting to my true identity (a backup dancer for 50 Cent), he asked me if he could get a picture with me and if I would sign his arm and so I agreed. He then began to spread the word to the rest of the store about who I was and that he had gotten my signature. After proudly sharing his discovery, he offered me a discount on anything in the store, "For you Josephine anything." At this point I became very indecisive about the glasses I was looking at and decided to check out a few others. Well, my indecision lasted a while, and during this time kdikdi kept asking me random questions & hitting on me and then proposed marriage (kidding of course. . .well at least I think). He asked me if I had a boyfriend, and at this point I decided to make up one who was back home in the States, however this did not seem to bother him as he felt that if he (that being my boyfriend) cared he would be traveling with me. During this whole scene I was suspicious that I might be getting ripped off, but after all the amusement of the whole scene I decided to go ahead and buy the original glass set. When I went to pay he handed the glass set to the cashier and informed him to give me the discount. The cashier looked shocked and asked if he heard the discount right. Some how in the midst of me deciding which glasses to get, it came up that he should get a kiss (not exactly sure how this got brought up, or for what reason he thought he deserved one, but a kiss on the check never harmed anyone), so when he left me with the cashier he was sure to remind me that, "I will be waiting right outside for the kiss, don't forget about the kiss." And sure enough as I walked out the door there was kdidk with a huge smile on his face. I gave him a kiss on the check and said goodbye, but asked him for his name at which point he decided to give me both his number and email address. He also asked me if I would get a drink with him later but declined as I didn't really want to go out with a guy I knew nothing about, in a foreign country where I didn't speak the language and didn't know the city well enough to be safe; I especially didn't want to go out for alcoholic drinks under these circumstances. Jackie and I said goodbye and headed down the street. At this point we are laughing and I am wondering what just happened (a bit embarrassed to share the story, but it was a memory I will never forget). Oh and after this memorable moment I decided that I would start greeting & parting with Europeans the European way of one kiss on each side of the check. So after our glass fun, Jackie and I decided to explore Prague on the other side of the river. Walking down the street we could see what looked to be a giant metronome, so we decided to check it out. The view from the top was amazing! you could see all of Prague. The city stretches wide similar to Phoniex. We enjoyed the view for a bit and then decided to walk along the top of the hill. In our exploration we came upon a summer palace for a former Emperor (I think it was called the Kramarova Villa). After strolling around the Villa, we continued and found the Prague castle. It was beautiful, and quiet as there were maybe 20 other people around when we arrived (late afternoon/early evening). As we were walking around we turned a corner and there before us was a awe striking cathedral. It was huge! It instantly made me feel so small, insignificant, and humble. Once we were done exploring the castle, we headed down to the river by the Charles Bridge. We came upon a cute cafe/restaurant under the bridge with a dock for customers wanting a romantic motor boat dinner that took one around the city. I admired the scene while Jackie went to find a restroom. As I was gazing into the distance a man walked up to me and started a conversation. His name was Tidiji and he was working and studying in Prague. He is originally from West Africa, but moved to Prague three years ago to learn English. We chatted for a bit until Jackie came back. After saying goodbye to Tidiji (one kiss on each cheek of course) Jackie and I headed across the Charles bridge to our hostel's side of the river.

1st Class trip: Hallstatt & Wolfgange

2007-05-23T06:19:00.000-07:00

May 19, 2007

Today was our first class trip. We headed out to Hallstatt which is small village (under 900 people) with the oldest salt mine in the world. The salt mine dates back 7000 years, yes you read that right 7000 years! We took an awesome tour of the mine. To get up to the mine you have to take a lift, which gives you a beautiful overlook of the town, then you hike up through the gorgeous mountains filled with picturesque views, streams, and wild flowers to the mine entrance (I could have hiked that mountain all day). Before entering the salt mine we were given protective garments for our clothes. They looked sort of like jump suits with reinforced bottoms. The tour itself was interesting and through. It was such a mind bloggling feeling to stand in a place that other human beings have been standing for 7000 years. As a part of the tour we learned how the salt mines came about, how the salt is cultivated and the history of the mine. Inside the mine there are slides, which are used as par of the transportation from one area to the next. It was quiet amusing to slide from one floor to another. After the mine we went into the town of Hallstatt to view a charnel house. The charnel house was developed out of a necessity for burial space. Thus every 10 years all the graves of Hallstatt are dug up and the remains/bones are placed the charnel house. It was interesting to see this practical solution to a lack of burial space.
Once we were done looking at the charnel house we had some free time to explore Hallstatt. A few of us looked around a bit and then split off for lunch. Liana and I found a hole in the wall deli and decided to sit and have a sausage. I had a Debreziner, which was described to me as the spicy sausage even though I found no kick to it. While eating lunch I struck up a conversation with the Deli lady, Bridgitte. I asked her about Hallstatt: what she thought of it, traditions, special places, frustrations, ect. I found out that Hallstatt only has one elementary school so all the other children must bus or take the train to neighboring towns. She went on about how she loved the beauty of Hallstatt but that the snow made it difficult to commute during winter months. Bridgitte also explained that people in Hallstatt love living there, but that because of the lack of jobs young people and families have to move to the bigger cities. However they tend to return to retire later in life. I also learned that Hallstatt is home to one of the most known and skilled schools for architecture/carpentry schools (which during the academic year raises Hallstatt's population by over 200). Brigitte also shared some stories about her father who use to work in the salt mines when it was all manual labor. I really enjoyed talking to a local and getting to hear their opinion of their town. Once Liana and I were through with lunch we wonder the town a bit and met up with the rest of the group.
The class loaded the buses around 2:30pm and headed out to Wolfgange lake (another quiet lake town) were we just chilled for about an hour and a half. We soon loaded back on the buses again to head home when Dr. M surprised us with a treated ride on a summer luge. It was FANTASTIC! I had such a great time!!!! Ok so a for the luge ride you sit down on this flat seat thing and are dragged to the top of a hill by a ski lift. At the top of the hill you move your seat thing to the luge track, sit down and go. You soar! curving with the bends of the track, in a way it seems you are one with the luge. It is such a blast. Definitely a highlight of the trip. After the awesome surprise we loaded up and headed home.

Class, a Walk, and Dessert

2007-05-21T13:48:00.001-07:00

May 18, 2007

Today was the second day of classes, nothing out of the ordinary class wise. After class I went for a walk along the river. I have to admit it was nice to get away from the commotion of the city and from the group. For those of you who know the area, I headed left once I got to the river (the part with the 6 low shooting water fountain thing). The walk took me by a nice park, one that reminded me of Randolf Park back in Tucson (although not as big). Also along the way was a miniature golf course, which seemed to be dated in the 70s. I kept walking for a while. I strolled along the river on a path that was canopied by gentle trees. The walk was so relaxing.
Once arriving back at the UP Center I helped prepare a dinner for a few of us decided to go in together on a meal. It was nice to have a meal with others. After dinner Sarah Z. and I went for a walk in search of a possible dessert and/or drinks. We found an Italian joint that looked promising. The restaurant had three desserts so we decided to split all of them trying each dessert. We ended up sitting downstairs which looked like an old celler with brick arched roofs, and a nice wood bar, and seating. The desserts were fabulous, and the glass of wine I decided to enjoy with it was great. I enjoyed just sitting back and relaxing; enjoying a good conversation. After our leisurely dessert, we headed back to the Center.

First Day of School

2007-05-21T13:38:00.000-07:00

May 17, 2007

Today was the first day of classes. In the afternoon we had a scavenger hunt. I teamed up with two of my classmates Mary Catey and Sarah Zijia. The list of items to find included random people, places, and things. Such as a person in a non-UP college sweatshirt, a Japanese tourist taking a picture, as many churches as possible, a statue of Mozart etc. Although the hunt was in the middle of the pouring rain, it was alot of fun. We ended the competition at the Augustiner (a brewery that use to be ran by monks). The beer was alright, but not a favorite. The group enjoyed good food, good drinks, and good company. Once back at the UP center I hung out with people for a bit but then turned in for the night.

Arriving at UP

2007-05-21T13:34:00.000-07:00

May 16, 2007

Arrived at the UP Center today around 11am. I got settled, hung out for a bit and then headed out with a few classmates to the gardens. We had a first group dinner and meeting tonight. Nothing too exciting.

Lost in the Rain

2007-05-19T14:20:00.000-07:00

May 15, 2007:

The highlight of this day begins when I meet Sarah Z. (summer classmate, friend, and travel buddy) at her hotel. It was raining but we decided to go out for a cup of hot coco or tea in old town. Confident in my directions/navigations we headed out. Well, we somehow went the wrong direction and ended up walking in the rain for a good bit of time. We chuckled as it is moments such as getting lost in the rain that make memories. We eventually found our way back to her hotel and killed time before meeting Oggi for dinner by having hot coco at the hotel. Having trouble reaching Oggi, we headed back out into the rain, crossing town on foot to try to meet him. As it turns out we miss Oggi, much due to ill-functioning cellphones/being out of range (Oggi had lent me his spare while staying with him, so I could have a way to stay in touch). Sarah and I decided to have dinner anyway and invited Oggi to meet up with us to hang out for a bit. We ate at the Republic. It was quiet tasty. Oggi and Simon came and we all chatted for a bit. We later took Sarah back to her hotel and the rest of us went to meet a few more of Oggi's friends. We made our way to Laura's apartment and just chilled (pretty much as friends do in the US; having some random tv show on while talking about random things). A while later we decided to go out for a drink, three of us had tea and the other two had beer. After good and relaxing conversation, Laura and Stevie (we met up with him at Laura's) decided to turn in, but Oggi & Simon decided to show me what a Kebab was (during conversation the amazingness of Kebabs came up, and how I needed to have one).
Ummm, pretty much a Kebab is a tastey dish which we need to bring over to the States. A more useful description would be that a Kebab is a Turkish pita stuffed with chicken (traditionally lamb), lettuce/cabbage, tomato, and a sauce. For those of you that know what the Pita Pit is in Portland, it is similar to that but better (oh yes I said better). Wikipedia "Kebab" for more information, look specifically at doner Kebab. Anyway, after my first Kebab, we pretty much called it a night and drove Simon home before heading back to the flat.

My Sick Day :(

2007-05-19T14:14:00.000-07:00

May 14, 2007

Feeling the brunt of my cold I decided to have a day in, which killed me but was what my body needed. My day consisted of some class reading and sleeping. That evening for dinner I had some fabulous homemade chicken soup! That night I went out with Oggi to meet up with one of his friends, Simon. Simon had just returned from the States, and was starting a new job as a chef at The Republic (a trendy restaurants/bar/concert facility). He is an interesting person to talk to and seems to be a cool guy. After we all finished our drinks we headed home and called it a night.

Salzburg to Germany

2007-05-18T01:20:00.000-07:00

So a few days delayed but . . . .

May 13, 2003:

An abridged version of my travel journal on my walk to Germany

My walk to Germany did not take long, maybe an 1.5hrs with a .5hr for wondering. The night before my journey I told my host family of my plan and they looked at me a bit funny. Oggi asked me why I wanted to walk to Germany as "there is nothing over there." "Because then I can say I have walked to Germany" I explained, and then continued to explain how many people back home would probably give me the same crazy look, accompanied by an eye roll expressing 'that is such a Jo thing to do.'
I set out about 7:30am on the route Oggi had set for me the night before, and for the first time since arriving to Salzburg stuck to a map like glue. The first part was mostly neighborhoods, then a shopping center, and an Ikea warehouse. As I was walking along a car slowed down and stopped me, saying something in German. I realized she wanted directions to the airport, and she realized I didn't speak German. However, knowing vaguely where she needed to go I showed her the map and we figured out her route. I hope she made it there. . . .
Continuing on I came upon the Salzburg Casino. Now this is no ordinary Casino with flashing lights. This casino use to be a castle. As one steps into the grounds, one feels they are stepping back into time. There were large stretches of lawns, mazes of shrugs and a long driveway (the kind which allowed you to think about how important th person you were going to see was). The stone driveway rises to meet the doorway. I have to admit as I walked down the driveway I straightened up my posture imagining I was an important guest of the castle's owner, maybe a dutches wearing a brilliant full length formal . . . . After exploring the casino grounds my journey lead me down a path that had a hint of farm to it (no pun intended). The open spaces was invigorating. From farm to charming woods the trail of my journey continued. The woods lead em directly to the river separating Austria from Germany. I eventually found the bridge crossing (if you remember when you see me, you should ask me about the choice between the paths: the bushes or the street). As I crossed the bridge, I asked two corky and adorable old men to snap my picture. They were amused about my excitement in crossing over to Germany. Once on the other side of the river (Yup, the German side) I stopped and took in the scenery around me, journaling a bit. Here is what I wrote in my journal (the unabridged version):

I set out today for Germany by the means which God gave me, my two feet. I am now sitting on a rock in Germany, looking over to Austrian homes accompanied by backyard trees swaying gently with the May breeze. In the far distance, beyond the four-arched gray brick bridge that lay in the foreground of this scenic and quiet quaint view, rest the grand mountains of this land. These mountains seem to be at some sort of peace; content, not in the complacent where I am but do not want to remain here, the content that smiles genuinely from the heart for it is truly experienced life; the happiness and sorrows, toil and relief and through it all has held fast to tattered joy, but joy none the less; it is these life experiences that allows it to rest at ease with content. It this too that gives the young face ancient wisdom.
In the foreground the river floats its ripples by without a care in the world, almost as if it were lost in the beauty around it. Passing the day away by soaking in the universal rays.
The path at my feet leads down the river and bends every so slightly to stir intrigue, much like the intrigue that two lovers first find in each other. A curiosity of sorts which makes you wonder just enough to slowly step forward for a closer look, and soon you are lost in a dance and can hardly remember that first step.
But this path does not call my name, nor the town just off into the distance. Much like that mountain I am content where I am at. I will journey home now, unless sparked by adventure, discovery or curiosity. On my feet I go with God's blessing I pray.

*back to the abridged version
I ended up heading in to Germany a bit but soon turned around as I was on the outskirts of the town, and everything was closed as it was Sunday. Walking along th river back (the Austrian side) I over shot my exit, but discovered another bridge in the distance. Capturing my intrigue I followed the path in pursuit of this bridge. The bridge was small and seemed to be used for everyday crossing (on foot). On the way back to the flat I decided to take a different route, who wants to walk the same road twice? I got a bit lost, but found my way and arrived safely to the flat.

I worked on my studies a bit and then had a fabulous dinner with Oggi's family. His mom is an exceptional cook. After dinner Oggi's parents offered to take me out to the lake district, and I accepted. It was BEAUTIFUL!!! The water was so clear that you could see the reflection of the mountains. (We visited two lakes, whose names I will have to follow up with you on). On the way back we stopped by one of their family friend's houses for a visit. I love the way Austrians savor every moment of life like a slow sip of Turkish coffee (another thing to ask me about when I am back & we chat).

Ok, I think that sums up May 13th, lets see if I can get a few more done.

The Beauty of the Unexpected

2007-05-13T23:05:00.000-07:00

May 12, 2007

I was wondering the city today in search of the Kapuzinerberg (a hill/mountain, that I wanted to summit). I left the flat with a general direction in mind, but allowed myself the freedom of discovery that is the freedom in trusting one's self and allowing one to escape from chains of time. As I ventured toward my destination, I stumbled upon a market. It was Salzburg Saturday market which is full of sensational smells; breads, meats, flowers, wines, beers, sweets. As i meandered through the market I came upon a church (possibly a cathedral). The outside of this structure was impressive, but the inside was where the beauty really lied. The wide open space with many side branches stretched a lengthy distance. The ceiling hovered high above, and made one feel as though they were a mere speck of dust on the pew. The artwork around me was interesting, but the artwork above me was fascinating. Large murals covered every inch of the ceiling, and each contained elaborate colors and minute details. Near the Tabernacle was a stairway. I descended the stair way to discover another alter, and what seemed to be an underground church. Also downstairs was a room for adoration. My imagination wondered to what this space might have been used for; maybe people secretly making there way down to celebrate their faith, maybe an old church that was merely built upon, maybe . . .. After my brief exploration, I headed out (I will be back to explore this church more when I do my day of churches).

i eventually made my way across the river, just meandering the streets. As I walked down a particular street, whose name i do not know, a stairwell caught my eye. With no sign saying stay out i decided to see where it lead. Over a hundred stair steps later, I found at church. The church was small, but adequate. As I exited i noticed the steps went on further, so I decided to follow their lead. I stopped counting steps but made to the top to discover an AMAZING view of Salzburg! It was beautiful, and totally unexpected. I soon realized that I was exactly where I had set out to be, and found it amusing that my curiosity lead me to my desires. However the best part of this discovery was yet to come. I had decided to sit a bit and enjoy the panoramic view of Salzburg, while journaling my adventures. Soon after I began noon struck and . . . (i will let my journal take it from here)

It is noon and the church bells are ringing all over the city. Each unique, but all in harmony, echoing one another. The sensation overwhelms you. The sound is panoramic, some near and others far in the distance. Dong, bong, ding. . .some sound deep, slowly chiming the hour; others chime with a quick high bing. A good five minutes of bells arose form a silent mummer that is Salzburg. Slowly each bell faded away until only the chime of the birds can be heard.

After enjoying the view I explored more of the area. Turns out there is a monastery there with grounds for walking. I explored a bit before heading back down (I different route of course, way go the same way twice?). Back in the city area I stumbled upon a gathering of people and a street band. The were a blues/swing/jazz mix, and they were quiet good. I loved to see how universal music is as the music began to take over all the onlookers (myself included). Toes began to tap, heads began to bob, and there was even a bit of shoulder action. Filled with several tunes to accompany me the rest of my journey, I strolled through Salzburg. I eventually headed back to the park, and made my way through the lower half of the area.

oh..I am getting so tired, yet there is so much still to share (and i haven't even gotten to today's (5-13) adventure) I might have to cheat you all a bit and sum up highlight from the rest of today and save today's adventures for tomorrow's blogging.

Other experiences of the 12th include:
-Getting baptised by the Austrian rain, and beaming with a huge smile as I let the rain come over me (I should note that I consciously decided not to put on my rain coat, but instead enjoy the warm rain that tickling refreshed me).

-Working out at a Salzburg health club with Ogi's mom. An interesting experience.

-Watching a European music contest with Ogi's family (it was the finals and involved a competition between European countries and their best music groups)

i think that is it. . .well I am headed to bed, but tomorrow's blog will be about my adventure in walking to Germany!

Keeping U with me where ever I go! -Jo

In Search of UP

2007-05-13T13:04:00.000-07:00

May 11, 2007

I set out to find the UP Center from Ogi's house. I looked up basic directions on citysearch.com and wrote down basic instructions for getting there. The trek was long but enjoyable. On my way back I discovered I had taken the round-about way of getting to the school, and there was a much quicker way of getting there. As I made my way back to the flat I found Spar (the local market former UP Salzburgers talk about) and a beautiful park. I didn't explore the park much but I have decided it will make a nice place to study between classes. I wondered around a bit and walked a long the river for a while before making my way back home.

Because this was a few days ago my memory is hazy with details, sorry this one isn't more interesting.

Arriving in Salzburg

2007-05-11T13:28:00.000-07:00

*From my travel journal

May 10, 2007
I must jump out of chronological order and begin by saying Salzburg is awe striking. As we flew over, my eyes widened and attempted to take in all the lush vegetation and the majestic mountains. Enough can not be said about the mountains, they beam with elegance and strike admirers with a childlike wonder. Stepping off the place I could not help but stop in amazement. The childlike wonder grew into an overwhelming sensation which painted a smile on my face so large it was like I had fallen in love. I couldn't help but walk as slow as possible, many times turning around so to take it all in. I eventually made my way to the luggage claim picked up my bag and met Ogi. He was warm and welcoming. After a brief exchange of names, I had to let out the excitement contained within me and tell him how beautiful his country/city is. It surprised me when he told me that he did not much care for Salzburg, as there wasn't much to do, and that he eventually hoped to move away. It makes me wonder how many of us appreciate the beauty that is around us. As the average person been have jaded by time and the everyday in such a way they can not see the beauty that surrounds them?

Ogi's place is not far from the airport (in fact it is only about a two minute drive). He lives with his parents and younger brother in a flat. The flat has an amazing view! It is something you could put on a postcard, or a broucher attracting people to come for a stay. Upon my arrival to his flat, he handed me a key and said I was welcome to anything in the house, and to come and go as I pleased. After getting a tour of the flat and contacting people back home to ensure them I was safe in Salzburg, I headed out the door. The quick departure was based on two factors: 1. I wanted to explore and 2. I wanted to get my body set on Salzburg time and thus going out provided a method of avoiding the most desired nap.

I wasn't really sure where to go, so I just started going and kept my basic orientation about me. I wondered around and found a cemetery and thought of my Dad as he enjoy exploring cemeteries (I hope that doesn't make you sound morbid, Dad). I was impressed by how much care is poured into each grave, each having its own flower bed. Further there were no dead flowers insight, only the half dead in the trash pile. There were many people working on these flower beds (working on them as an individual in the States would their garden). After the grave yard I strolled down the main street toward the airport, with the initial intent of walking to the mountain that rest behind it, but as the main road curved I decided to curve with it as I was still getting to know the city. I walked for a good 2.5 hour, allowing myself to get lost as I had the time to find my way back home. As I was walking up to the flat, Ogi was pulling out and asked what I had been up to. I explained my day and the route I had taken. Ogi then responded by telling me there isn't much out the way I went, and offered me a ride to old town. I took him up on his offer and explored old town for a while before heading back to the flat. In total I walked over four hours straight. I relaxed the rest of the night, and went to bed quiet early.

The Journey to Salzburg

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*All writing below is from my travel journal

May 9, 2007: Portland Airport 4:43am

I arrived at the airport shortly after 3am, the airport was barren. Now through security I am sitting here at gate United E2 with my bagel and chai. I wait exhausted but full of anticipation and excitement for the trip ahead.

May 9, 2007: Chicago to Frankfort

4243 miles of land and sea. A plane full of strangers soar in the sky each in pursuit of their own destinations. The flight crew is welcoming overall, and besides the spurts of turbulence and the physical discomfort of being in a chair for so long, the flight is relaxing and peaceful.

Wow, this is happening. . . I will be stepping on forgien soil, beginning one of my ambitions. A turning of a new page in my story; what does this chapter hold? what adventures lie ahead? The answer is unknowingly simple; where my feet lead me I will follow and where my heart calls I will answer. I will dance in the light of my thoughts hopes and dreams.

I will 'seize the day' and 'what will be will be.' I will simply live my adventure. As Eleanor Roosevelt once wrote: "The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience."

May 10, 2007: Frankfort Airport 6:24am
Touched down in Germany, I am officially on forgien soil. Coming off of the plane there are several instant differences that hit you. One, the smoking; anyone is free to smoke anywhere and there are cig. ads everywhere. The design of the airport is distinctly different, this one feeling more business and technology savvy (not built for comfort). The noise level is considerably lower, impart could be due to the hour, but overall people seem at peace without load of commotion. It is nice to not have constant announcements over the intercom. The business oriented feel of this airport is through and through, or maybe it is the European dress (I am in freak'n Europe!) but no matter the case jeans stick out. Oh man do I need a shower . . .

Processing alot now. It is interesting to hear/see everything in German first, English second. Taking it all in.

Oh, I met my first international traveler. I sat next to John on the plane to Frankfort John hails from Louie Ville, KY and is headed to Greece to study with a professor. It is his first time abroad too. Should have snapped a photo, I'll keep that in mind for the future.

Welcome 2 My Blog

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Hey everyone! I decided to try to keep a blog of my trip so that I might share my experince this summer with each one of you. I am going to throw in a disclaimer and highlight the word try, as blogs may turn out to be only once a week and some short depending on the week. Also something to note is that I may copy my blog entry directly from my travel journal, so if some blogs have a futile attempt at poetry, or reflective thoughts, bare with them. My internet access is curently limited but in about six days or so I should be able to keep in better touch. With that said, here goes nothing . . .

Until we meet again,
-Jojo