Monday, May 25, 2015

Northern Ireland - Day One May 23, 2015

Lesah and James, my son Steve's wife and baby, are in Canada visiting her family, so Steve and I spent the long Memorial Day weekend exploring the northeast corner of Northern Ireland!  Our first stop was the city of Belfast, which is home to a recently completed museum dedicated to the building and sinking of the Titanic,which was made in the shipyards of Belfast over a century ago.  Belfast was also the scene of extreme atrocities during the "troubles" between the Irish Catholics and the Irish and English Protestants.














Belfast city is a pretty city.  And they seem to really like to have colorful paintings on the sides of their buildings.  We noticed that their houses also have an enclosed entrance way built on them.  Something we haven't seen in the Republic of Ireland.




Steve and I share a common disinterest in focusing simply on the regular tourist spots, so we forgo the visit to the Titanic museum (which takes 4 to 6 hours to fully appreciate) and instead visited St. George's Market, a farmer's market and crafts fair that has been in operation since 1604!  They sold vegetables and fruits, fresh and organic meat, paintings and photographs, jewelry and a wide variety of arts and crafts.  They also had live music and a variety of food stalls.  After a great lunch there, we signed on for what they call the "black cab tour".


On these tours you are driven around the parts of the city that saw the worst of the "troubles" from the 1960s until the early 2000's.  Sadly, our taxi, although black, was covered with advertising.




Our driver, Brendan, was born and raised in the Catholic part of town and experienced the events that took place there.  He tried to be impartial as he told the stories of those times, but it is hard to bury the memories and emotions of those times.





He first took us to the Shankill Road area in West Belfast, the Protestant part of the city.  The area is the home of numerous murals, that pay tribute to the heroes of the unionist organizations that fought to remain part of the United Kingdom, painted on the sides of buildings.




 The man in this picture was called "Topgun" because he killed more Catholic militants and innocent victims than anyone else at the time.  He died in 2004 from a drug overdose.





Brendan then showed us the Falls Road area of the city, which was the Catholic neighborhood he grew up in.  He told us of stories from the late 1960's when the Protestant militants would come into the Catholic neighborhoods to attack not only the IRA militants, but to attack innocent victims.  Of course the IRA did similar things in Shankill as well.  The violence was so horrific that a wall was built around the Catholic area to keep the two populations separate. Not only does the wall still stand, but access to the Catholic neighborhood is still controlled by gates like this one in the wall.  There is never a time when all the gates are locked, but they vary which gates are locked at any particular time; and in the evenings, all but one gate are locked.  The wall was built in 1969 and there are no immediate plans to remove it.

In bringing the tour to an end, Brendan emphasized that things are much improved since 1998 when the Good Friday Accord was signed.  There is a sense that the citizens of Northern Ireland are "living the dream" now, with a prospering economy and opportunities that weren't there before 1998.  While there are still pockets of radicals on both sides, there is a peace, albeit a fragile one, that has given the country hope.



After our tour of Belfast, we headed out of town a ways to our accommodation for the night - Bay Cottage Bed and Breakfast on the shore of Lough (pronounced lock, meaning lake) Neagh.  Our hostess Elizabeth was wonderful! This was the type of B and B that I remembered from our time living in Ireland in 1985-86, where we slept in a room in one area of the house and the owners lived in another part of the house.  Elizabeth provided a fantastic cooked-to-order breakfast including sausages, bacon, smoked salmon, eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, marmalade, chutney, fruit compote, fresh, homemade breads and more!



After we got settled into our room, we headed into the nearby town of Antrim to enjoy a peaceful walk through the woods by the lake.


That was followed by a yummy fish n' chips dinner and a very peaceful night's sleep.  Stay tuned for days 2 and 3 of our great weekend get-away, including an interesting trip to the house we lived in 30 years ago when we moved to Ireland for a short time!










Spring in Ireland

The park near my house.  I walk here to and from work every day!











Wednesday, February 18, 2015

It's All Greek to Me!

A phrase often used when unable to understand something - "It's all Greek to me".  Well, I was lucky enough to go to Athens, Greece for a week of training for my job, and I came to have a very clear understanding of that little phrase!  It's more than just not understanding or not reading Greek.  It's a matter of not even being able to use logic or similarities to other languages to figure things out!  But even with the language difficulties, it was a great trip!

Girls in my training.
Mike, me, Brunha, Charlotte
Dessie (instructor), Susan, Erne












I attended a class with 5 other people, one from Athens, one from Switzerland, two from Albania, and one from Belgium.  The gentleman from Athens was married with a family, so he wasn't able to hang around with the rest of us in the evenings, unfortunately, but the other four women and I had a blast in the evenings, shopping and eating and just getting to know each other.  At the end of our last day of class the five of us went "out on the town", did some exploring and shopping, and then went to dinner at a nice restaurant that had two older Greek gentlemen playing Greek music!  I really wanted to learn some Greek dancing, so I asked another woman customer if she would come up by the musicians and show me some steps.  That language issue sprang up because she understood that I was going to show her, so we were up there kinda' lost.  Luckily a gentleman who was there with his wife came up and showed us some steps, and that began a fun night of dancing and making new friends!  In the end there were other people who got up and joined us too! (but not any of my friends from the training!  They were too busy cheering me on!).

Some of my dance partners
Two of my dance partners
Flag in the wind at Acropolis, with rain clouds moving in

The training ended on Thursday, but I stayed on for the weekend so that I would have a chance to see more of the city.  It's probably the only time I will ever be in Athens!  On Friday my goal was to see the Acropolis, which ended up being a rather unique experience.  It was sunny and warm when I left my hotel, so I didn't even need to take a jacket - or so I thought.  By the time I had climbed up to Acropolis, clouds moved in and the wind picked up, blowing 20 - 30 mph!  I couldn't stand still without the wind pushing me forward!  Pretty soon I began hearing thunder rolling all around the city and felt a few sprinkles.  I could see it raining in almost every direction!  Since the steps up to Acropolis are made out of worn stone, I decided to head back to the bus stop before they got wet and slippery. It was a good idea, and I almost made it!  Missed it by about 100 yards, and in that short distance, it poured!!  A guy was running up the steps with an armload of umbrellas, planning on making a fortune I'm sure.  He told me he wanted 10 euros for one - about $12.  I pointed out that I was already soaked and didn't really need an umbrella at that point!  But as he bargained down, I thought it might be good to protect me from the wind, so I ended up buying one for 3 euros!  Glad I didn't pay 10 because as soon as I opened it up, the wind caught it, turned it inside out, and broke 2 of the spines!  But it DID help shelter me from the wind, so I guess it was worth it!


Acropolis at night from Metro Station
View of the city from Acropolis







Saturday was spent wandering different areas than I had been before.  I spent quite a bit of time at Zeus' Temple and Hadrian's Gate, and then just wandering around.  I found a neighborhood full of things that priests would use in the Greek churches - icons, garments, chalices etc.  Deep rich colors and quite beautiful!  And no matter where you wander, in the middle of shopping areas, business sections, or living spaces, I always saw lovely old and little churches tucked away between things!


Hidden churches





Temple of Zeus and Gate:













Moustalevria, a Greek Grape Juice Pudding






I had some great food there, too!  The first night we went out together, I had a mousaka that was to die for!  It was melt-in-your-mouth delicious!  I also found a traditional gelled dessert made from grape must.  The must is mixed with nuts of one kind or another and prepared in little clay pots.  When I bought it for 1.8 euros (just over $2.00), I got to keep the little pot!  My plan was to eat one every day so I would end up with a whole set of these little pots, but there were just too many other good things to eat, so I only ended up with one!

While the training was very good and it was fun to be in Athens wandering the streets and tourist sites, I realized that I have been pretty spoiled in my life being able to live and visit in some truly awesome and inspiring places, particularly Israel.  As unbelievable as it may sound, that small country in the Middle East has over 50 national parks, most of which center around archaeological sites.  Many of the ruins are nearly as old as those in Athens, and many are in much better shape, including almost whole villages with "roads" that show the grooves from chariots and wagon-use over the millennium.  So, although it was nice to see some of the ancient Greek sites, I think to be freshly impressed, I need to start traveling in areas of the world that are completely different from where I have been.   Suggestions??
Ruins just across from the Metro Station Monisterika

Natural sponges from the Aegean Sea

Parthenon at night
Monisteraki Square







Roman village at Temple of Zeus