Monday, October 11, 2010

Seeing Luzern!

Several of the buildings in old town had the walls painted, mostly up a story or two.

Picture of the riverfront. Building on the left is a chapel.

Inside the chapel. The first non-gothic style I have seen. Mostly white and salmon colors, much lighter, but didn't have any colored glass.

This is the town wall of Luzern. The outside is much more beautiful!

This little pastry thing, doesn't have a pastry at the bottom! The spaghetti type things would have tasted good on bread, a croissant, cake, ice cream - on anything. However, on top of cream? didn't taste very good at all.

Inside the more violent cathedral, but this just shows some of the architecture

The famous Lion in Luzern. Mark Twain commented that it is the saddest piece of rock in the world. It had writing above it in Latin that I really wanted to translate!

Picture of another random church in Luzern. Mostly I like the layers of buildings going on, it happened a lot here. A lot of areas also have the buildings that are all the same height and share a flat front.

Day in Luzern

Luzern, or Lucern, depending on whether you are using the German or French name, is my favorite city so far. After spending 4 actually enjoyable hours on the train Scott and I finally arrived. Coming out of the train station, we found a city map, and a little fair. The music from the fair had me instantly excited and happy. There was a ferris wheel and swings, along with a couple other rides, and a great mood. I was honestly instantly excited and happy to be there, dancing a little bit to the music, and enjoying the river front view that is available almost immediately as you exit the station. The city, right around the river, is beautiful, and has a lot of cool architecture.

We decided that we had 3 main things to see. Based on what we had heard from other groups that visited yesterday and looking over the map. This included first the cathedral, the lion sculpture, and finally the town wall. We immediately found the first cathedral. Two tall spires and with a courtyard for memorials/graves, the cathedral had a slightly different look to it. The doors, as always, were big, but these doors seemed more three dimensional in the carvings actually on the door. Scott had walked through the cathedral a little when I came in after taking pictures. He commented that it was the darkest cathedral he had been in. Confused, he told me to walk around and tell me if I agreed. The cathedral had huge paintings on the walls, one for each small arch-area. The first picture, along with all the following pictures, depicted the suffering of Christ. The pictures included suffering on the cross, during the trial, walking to Calvary, the Atonement, taking Christ down from the cross, and his burial. The first picture somehow shocked me a little. I’ve been viewing these type of paintings, but this one was different. I wanted to take a picture of it, but couldn’t bring myself to do it, as though it would somehow defile what it showed, lessen the reality. The following paintings included some that struck me, others that didn’t, and some that I felt comfortable taking a picture of. The cathedral, by the time I had gone through a few pictures, did have a dark feeling to it. Very different. I agreed with Scott, and we headed out to our next destination.

The lion carving, we were told, was difficult to find, but certainly worth it. After walking down a 30 ft. ‘quaint’ street, that actually was hardly more than a driveway, we were back on one of the main streets and began walking where the map directed us. We soon found a sign directing us toward the lion. And another. And another. This lion could not have been that hard to find! I have no idea how the other group struggled with it yesterday, but we found the lion without an ounce of trouble. The lion is carved into the mountain rock face, and is actually pretty cool. It is over a small pond surrounded by trees and probably benches (or it at least seemed like there should have been benches.) The carving had writing above and below it, which was unfortunately in Latin. I’m really curious as to what it said.

After visiting the lion and laughing a little at how easy it was to find, we set out again. This time we found ourselves in a little pastry shop corner of a much larger store, buying bread. Scott has a thing with buying bread in each place he goes, something that is actually kind of cool. He bought a very dark looking bread while I looked over a span of wonderful tasting, but expensive, pastries. One looked like a little cream cup covered with dark homemade spaghetti. Scott has apparently tried the spaghetti type topping as an ice cream topping. With this encouragement, and a decision to suck up the price I’m in a new country trying new things, I bought the spaghetti thing. Four francs later and a short walk to sit beneath a tree, the spaghetti pastry turned out to really not be very good. The spaghetti stuff had a thick and really horrible texture, though the taste was ok. The cream below it tried to change the texture, but really didn’t do anything to help the poor pastry. The small cream puff and cherry half on top didn’t do much to salvage it either. Fortunately, Scott’s bread was a bit better… though unfortunately, not much better overall. It is a very very dark bread, and had a variety of whole seeds in and on it, and surely a significant number of flours in it. These details were fine. We’re guessing however, that the bread may be a little overcooked, or burnt. The crust was especially thick, and had a bit of a burnt something taste to it. The crust was plain hard, difficult to bite off, and just tasted overdone. The random, and completely unexpected discovery, was that when these two combined, they removed the worst parts of each other. The spaghetti really would have been perfectly fine on something. On a croissant, cake, or really anything. The bread was enough to allow the spaghetti to be a light topping, while it pulled away the bitter burnt taste of the bread. We only mixed the two for a coupe samples, but agreed it improved them both.

On to the wall. It didn’t take us long to reach the city wall. Walking around the outside of the wall was very pretty. The first tower we reached wouldn’t let us in, but the next allowed us a seventy something hike up wooden steps to the upper room of the lookout tower. It was cool to see the draining system that had been built in, and the windows allowing for people to watch, or fight, from.

Leaving the wall, which by the way is really not very pretty from the inside, Scott and I walked around part of old town. The tall façade buildings and cobblestone streets are fun to see. There was a little fair-type setup in one of the squares with what seemed to be small handicraft tents set up for the day. One included a man making blown glass right there on the spot. This was enough to get us to stop and watch, though it ended up not being very impressive as he only twisted the glass into a snail shell like shape. Then we went to the coop grocery store, and bought some cheap food for dinner tomorrow night. Salad, a personal size salad dressing, and more breads. Scott also bought some bottled water which only deserves mention because it is strange water! I can’t tell any difference in taste as he claims, but the water does leave your mouth feeling as though you didn’t drink anything. We found out it has nearly 3 times the number of minerals as my bottled water, and that must be the reason, but its just a strange drink and we kept trying it to make sure that’s really what was happening.

Headed back out, and hearing my fair music again, we crossed another bridge across the river, and I saw one more building I wanted to check out. Not sure what kind of building it was, it looked different than most cathedrals, but like it could be a church or a city/town hall type building. Going in, we found it was another church. Though one much different than any others I have seen in Europe thus far. Instead of the Gothic style, it was a bit progressed from that. Instead of the stone everywhere, it was all painted. The ceiling with frescoes, the walls, all of it; primarily white and salmon colors. Even the area surrounding the organ pipes were salmon colored. I would have preferred most colors over salmon, but the church was very pretty and very ornate. Instead of all of the arches and gothic style halls to either side of the main hall, there were many rooms almost all of them containing confession booths. After pictures and wandering the chapel we sat down to drink our water and apple juice. In addition to providing near-useless water, the water bottle Scott had bought happens to be excessively loud. He was squeezing it while drinking, and the echoes were quite surprising. Even more surprising when he was letting the bottle fill up back to size with air. It was soooo loud. The couple in the room started laughing a little, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little with them. Needless to say, we tried to be quiet the rest of the time there.

Finishing the second much happier cathedral, we called it a day in Luzern, and headed to the train station. The train showed up at 4. We spent a grand total of 3 hours in the city. Though, I must say, it has been my favorite city so far. It is beautiful, simple, had things to do, was easy to get around, and we didn’t actually interact with other people I guess, so we didn’t face any problems with communication (or the lack thereof.) Now we’re on the train ride back, and I am ready for a nap!

Post nap: Woken up by two other members of our group! They're coming from Germany and it sounds like they had a great time. There is so much countryside here in Switzerland! So many cows and farms. Spent the rest of the night just getting home and relaxing. There you have it! One full day! (except that the evening is pretty sketchy.. but we'll call it good anyways.)

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Day 2


On the bus headed to our first visit!! Listening to Defying Gravity. Apparently the Glee version is good… who knows, I’ll vouch for the official CD ;)

Yesterday we went up the cable car to the peaks of the mountain we’re living against! We’re completely surrounded by the Alps, and really, they’re beautiful. The cable can sit six, and you just begin this steep upward climb. The peak offers views of the mountains in each direction. Trees, open green space, and rocky sections surround us. There were a lot of funny poses going on, falling off the mountain, doing yoga on the rocky cliff, conquering the world pictures.

I had the great fortune of being the only one not wearing blue! Instead, conveniently enough, I had chosen to wear (before knowing we were headed up the mountain for a picture session) in a bright pink shirt! I stand out a lot in every group picture. My jacket wasn’t any better, green. And to top it off, it is the first day since those junior in high school days that I’ve worn glasses. Even in high school catching me with glasses on would have been a feat. I pretty much wore them in ap biology if it was a rough day and that’s it. Here, I am on day two of wearing them everywhere.

This is all due to the great blessing of having one of my eyes get infected. This happened in Ghana, and my eyes were struggling for over a month. I thought I had recovered. Something about visiting other countries ;) I’ll be bringing eye drops with me on trips for the rest of my life.

Funny Side note:

I just heard the words “precipitous death” from the right side of me. Landon is recording people chatting, interviewing Jessica Nield. This road is full of turns, many of which are steep, and the road is a narrow two lanes. Travelling down in a large bus, I’m quite impressed with the driver.

I’ve been highly amused at how much Spanish is being used among ourselves on this trip. I think it helps us feel better that we don’t speak French J For my part, I’m having a hard time not using a few words in Twi, mostly ‘debe debe’, and ‘madase’.

Anyhow....

today had cool stuff in it! I've been really impressed how much closer this little group is now even than 48 hours ago. Being here has helped us to come together, at least initially ;)

This morning we had a beautiful drive to the Callier chocolate factory! (where the ominous 'precipitous death' was discussed). The drive of course was beautiful. Its going to get repetitive, but honestly, Switzerland has had nothing if not beauty everywhere we've seen. Actually, it feels kind of like Utah, except more alive, clean, and frankly, manicured. All the fields and plants look perfectly taken care of and trimmed, the paint on the roads looks new, the farms look perfect, the stores/homes all look picturesque and well taken care of. Everything just seems very well done, its amazing.

The chocolate factory had a little disneyland-ish tour. A voice guided us through a different room with the story of the history of chocolate. We started in a jungle, went to a merchant ship, then to a king's court, etc. It ended in watching some chocolate being made, and then a free piece at the end! I must admit, that tour is a great marketing tool. You don't feel at all like you're being marketed to, and to be fair most of the time you aren't. But at the end, the final little video explains all their different kinds of chocolate, which kinds are the finest, etc. knowing more about what chocolate is what - even just a little bit - helps a lot! Otherwise you just sit looking at a wall of chocolate that you're confident tastes great... but you have too many choices.

Also.. in addition to their great little tour and free piece of chocolate.. you then walk into a room with a huge square bar... filled with chocolate samples. Its literally enough that you don't want to try one of each (even though at the beginning you're certain you can handle it). After trying a piece of dark chocolate, I literally couldn't taste the next piece. The texture of that next piece was fabulous. the taste? I honestly can't tell you.

Bar of Chocolate


Ghana meets Switzerland

I was also able to reconnect with Ghana!!! Of all the cocoa beans to taste, I certainly made sure that I tried the Ghana-ian ones. They tasted great! the first 80% of the time before it came bitter. I do think that there's is better though... others were complaining about the cocoa they tried claiming it tasted horrible and that the taste was only getting worse and worse.

Ok, last thing! Gruyere! Gruyere is a tiny little town somewhere in the Swiss Alps, that is beautiful and tiny and quaint! Actually, walking into the little square that makes up most of the little township, I began singing "Belle" from Beauty and the Beast. Just couldn't help it! Cobblestone street, cute fountain with a few flowers around, castle, church, and really expensive little restaurants. Everything is beautiful, and it was a heaven made for willing photographers! I was so disappointed I hadn't brought more batteries! Mine survived, but I had to start being a lot more selective to make my camera survive. Batteries in this little town cost about $9 for a pair of double A's. Yep... welcome to tiny little tourism town in Switzerland.

Just one of the beautiful views

Part of the Castle
Walking into Gruyere!!!!
Does it make you want to sing?

This little town was so quaint and beautiful, but we had to keep reminding ourselves this wasn't Disney's depiction of what its like... this IS IT. So unreal, so beautiful. Then going through the castle was even more powerful feeling that... this just can't really be it! I was standing looking at 4 suits of armor used between 1530, and then 3 other ages (honestly, don't remember when). Looking at it, I just thought... these are cool. No, Lindsie, think... this is not a remake. These are not models. This armor was covering some man in battle in 1530! Same things with the furniture, fireplaces, and art on the wall. This was actually appreciate and used by people living hundreds of years ago. Someone lived in this elaborate room while ruling over serfs and merchants outside. Someone washed their face in this basin and lived a life surrounded by art and tapestries. It was very difficult to try and accept these realities, however, I loved every bit as much as I could get myself to believe!

I hope some rich person really appreciated this tapestry.. I guess more than that, I hope the guy that made this got paid really well ;)


See, can you believe this was used in the 1300s?

The Castle itself

Getting There


Alright, time to begin blogging again! I figure after a couple months, and at the beginning of yet another international adventure, the time for blogging has returned. For any who are concerned, I do actually intend to write on this blog occasionally when in the grand United States of America… just haven’t made that happen quite yet.

I’m currently sitting on the curb at the Utah State Romney football stadium. The home of the winning Aggies against BYU last night, 31 -16. Sorry for any who may be on the losing end, but even when talking about leaving the country, the game is still significant enough to deserve mention.

The bus may be late! We were certainly told to be there by/at noon. The attitude toward time on this trip appears to be that of my old band teacher: early is on time, on time is late, and you’re late, you’re dead. In this case, late means being trapped in a dominant French speaking nations with only the ability to say “je suis Lindsie, je suis etudiant” (I am Lindsie, I am a student.) Now, I’m quite confident your thoughts are something along these lines : Why Lindsie! That’s great! Where did you learn enough French to get by? Or maybe “if I spoke that much French, I would be on a plane tomorrow with no fears! Well, in my head, the reaction is something like this: In a foreign country, being able to identify myself and my own occupation…. Is the last thing I could ever need to express. I’m lost, but I’m a student. Oh, well if you’re a student, we know just what to do with you ;) There are many tales of Francophone (French speaking) rudeness… I’ll let you know what I find.

Ok, fast forward. Sitting on the plane. A bus ride of playing 12-player scum, resume updates, and blink games later, we’re off. I’m sorry to any Y fans, but I have to let you know, walking through the airport with nearly a dozen USU shirts among us – we did get comments about the game, and the respective abilities and efforts of each team. It was a moment of pride.

So, I’m getting comfortable with this airplane thing. After this flight… I think I can, with confidence, say that I have spent 30 hours on an airplane this calendar year. Not quite a home away from home, but certainly a situation in which I am comfortable (except for my knee… which starts acting up after I’ve sat down for the next 10 hours?? Stupid thing..)

Enjoyment of an airplane : the boy behind me getting my attention (through Wicked playing through my headphones) and informed me that I was cheating on my solitaire game!! Ok, so maybe I was clicking for a new game if it looked just too hard… but that’s not cheating, right? J so now I feel a little guilty choosing a new game, and have been playing legitimately, for any who were concerned.

Alright, laying in bed now. Its 11 pm. I left Logan 26 hours ago, and haven’t slept much since.

Day 1

Alright, time to begin blogging again! I figure after a couple months, and at the beginning of yet another international adventure, the time for blogging has returned. For any who are concerned, I do actually intend to write on this blog occasionally when in the grand United States of America… just haven’t made that happen quite yet.

I’m currently sitting on the curb at the Utah State Romney football stadium. The home of the winning Aggies against BYU last night, 31 -16. Sorry for any who may be on the losing end, but even when talking about leaving the country, the game is still significant enough to deserve mention.

The bus may be late! We were certainly told to be there by/at noon. The attitude toward time on this trip appears to be that of my old band teacher: early is on time, on time is late, and you’re late, you’re dead. In this case, late means being trapped in a dominant French speaking nations with only the ability to say “je suis Lindsie, je suis etudiant” (I am Lindsie, I am a student.) Now, I’m quite confident your thoughts are something along these lines : Why Lindsie! That’s great! Where did you learn enough French to get by? Or maybe “if I spoke that much French, I would be on a plane tomorrow with no fears! Well, in my head, the reaction is something like this: In a foreign country, being able to identify myself and my own occupation…. Is the last thing I could ever need to express. I’m lost, but I’m a student. Oh, well if you’re a student, we know just what to do with you ;) There are many tales of Francophone (French speaking) rudeness… I’ll let you know what I find.

Ok, fast forward. Sitting on the plane. A bus ride of playing 12-player scum, resume updates, and blink games later, we’re off. I’m sorry to any Y fans, but I have to let you know, walking through the airport with nearly a dozen USU shirts among us – we did get comments about the game, and the respective abilities and efforts of each team. It was a moment of pride.

So, I’m getting comfortable with this airplane thing. After this flight… I think I can, with confidence, say that I have spent 30 hours on an airplane this calendar year. Not quite a home away from home, but certainly a situation in which I am comfortable (except for my knee… which starts acting up after I’ve sat down for the next 10 hours?? Stupid thing..)

Enjoyment of an airplane : the boy behind me getting my attention (through Wicked playing through my headphones) and informed me that I was cheating on my solitaire game!! Ok, so maybe I was clicking for a new game if it looked just too hard… but that’s not cheating, right? J so now I feel a little guilty choosing a new game, and have been playing legitimately, for any who were concerned.

Alright, laying in bed now. Its 11 pm. I left Logan 26 hours ago, and haven’t slept much since.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Dorothy

Another picture of the most beautiful girl in Africa. Her name is Dorothy.

So, I begin this blog with no idea of what stories or things there are to tell you, though I'm sure they exist. But I think I will simply begin with this little girl. Her name is Dorothy (pronounced Dority) and she just turned 1 last week! In fact, she has the same birthday as me, both according to the 'date' and the day of the week! We are both July 1st, Wednesday borns. I visited her house for the first time last night (her father is Emmanuel, our driver) when Emmanuel and I left separately from the rest of the group. He recently moved into this new home, where he rents one side, while the landlord lives next door. I have been excited to see his new home, and to have another chance to see Dorothy.

Emmanuel's new home isn't quite finished, he's working on it as he gets the money and time to finish things up, and is made up of 2 rooms. The front room has a large couch planted right in the center, loaded with clothes, possibly in some state of laundry. There isn't a TV, but the radio was playing the Spain/Germany game, and no other power seemed to be in use in the house. The back room was larger, has a bed with a mosquito net over it - which Dorothy was lying in - and a couple blankets revealing a small sleeping pad below it, with a pillow. Otherwise, the one wall of the house was lined with boxes, had a small table, and a couple suitcases.

Dorothy was alright for the first few minutes I was in the room, but once I came too close, she began to cry a little. I hate being the scary one! Her dad came and got her, and after a few minutes she was alright with me touching her arm lightly and talking to her. Poor girl, she was so tired, and now had to deal with the stress of some strange colorless creature trying to talk to her. This morning we went around Asofan (the community I'm living in) to check on some individuals to issue them another group loan. Because we were going to be out around Asofan anyway, we stopped by Emmanuel's home again. Today Dorothy was pretty content with having Josh and I there, and after only a couple minutes was alright with me holding her. She is so very sweet, and I hope to see her again!

Friday, July 2, 2010

Republic Day - and Birthday

Two adorable children I live with. Ann and Andy.



Ann with me in the car - headed to the mall on my birthday.

Yesterday was my birthday!! And coincidentally, a Ghanaian holiday - Republic day. Republic day seems to be a bit like our President's Day... you get the day off of work, or school.. but no one really cares about the purpose of the holiday itself ;) Also, it would seem to be a little bit of a 'city' holiday, for those living farther north (generally farmers, and poorer areas) its just another day.

After staying up late to talk on skype and gmail chat (for any who have both, gmail chat seems to be pretty awesome) .. (and for any who wish to meet me on chat, I would love to! Email with me about when! (I would generally be available between 1 and 5 pm, Utah time.) I woke up to Elizabeth telling me she had breakfast! Ghana has a special meal that is eaten only on birthdays, and Elizabeth had prepared it for me. It really isn't a 'breakfast' kind of food, but it is supposed to be the first thing you eat on your birthday. (It is served to the house, not only to the person being celebrated.)

The food is .. mashed yams. Sort of. Their yams here are totally different than yams at home there. They are actually the driest kind of starch/grain food that I ever had. They're kind of like potatoes, but very very dry. Usually when we have them, the are cut into pieces and boiled. The more surface area available to have been sitting in water, the better that particular bite will be. lol. For this breakfast version though, it is more like mashed potatoes, and you add palm oil. (A red oil that is in everything here. I got an entire bowl full if it! With a hard boiled egg. Which seems to e a semi-special food here. Not super unusual per say.. but certainly not a food you eat every day. So, breakfast was alright. :)

Since it was the holiday and we had the day off, I decided my desperate laundry situation needed attention. I did two batches of laundry - this is a couple hours of work - and got them out on the line to dry just as it started sprinkling rain. Fortunately, it only sprinkled for 15 minutes or so. Laundry is a lot of work! The hardest is just trying to make sure you've rinsed out a reasonable amount of soap, without using too much water.

Straight in from laundry, I started heading to my room - nap time!! Free time!! Not to be so. I talked to Elizabeth about preparing food for dinner, including brownies! But apparently this was going to be a lunch affair and needed to be started immediately. I was basically handed the kitchen. Which was kind of fun as an idea, and less fun as a reality. Working in someone else's kitchen, in another country, is hard! Finding the items you need to use, not knowing if all those things even exist here, etc. is its own task! Elizabeth helped me a lot, and she kept me on track, and straight did a lot of it. Using her stuff, timing 3 foods being made at the same time using the same stove, oven, utensils, etc. After learning about, and gaining more appreciation, for Elizabeth's cooking, we had pesto spaghetti, mesquite chicken, and brownies. Good day.

After eating plenty of lunch (I'm looking forward to more brownies when I get home today) I made it into my room for a nap! Which was very nice. I was again woken later by Elizabeth, and told we were going out! So I got ready for the day, lol, finally. (its roughly 4:30 by this time..) I got ready, and even had my hair dryer!!!! I have now been able to blow dry my hair twice in my 6 week stay! My outlet adapter didn't work for it, and last weekend when I stayed with the mission president and his wife I was able to use one they had in the house. They also had another adapter for me to try. I used it for the first time yesterday and it worked!! So I dried my hair, put on blush and mascara, wore my cute hat, and looked a bit more like my American self. :)

Our venture was out to a shopping mall, in an area I haven't seen yet! Turns out we were going to a bridal fair that was being hosted at the mall. It was apparenlty 'full' and we weren't allowed to go in.. which was kind of sad. It would have been cool to see what weddings here are like, how they advertise and get people's attention, idk, all sorts of stuff. We went instead to the Accra Mall, got sugar popcorn (very good) and went grocery shopping at Shoprite! Yep, grocery store, in the mall, and its actually a very very American feeling mall. Its definitely a central location for any foreigners. At Shoprite we saw some missionaries! From Nigeria and Oklahoma, and they're apparently the office elders. They almost came by the house last weekend when I was with the President! Awhile later, actually while we were in line, they came and found me again, and introduced me to another girl who had come to talk to them. Katie! Katie is actually a BYU student here teaching preschool and kindergarten age kids! She's only been here a week and a half, and is looking for a ward, so they missionaries figured we could maybe go together. I'm excited to have someone to be with me! She lives pretty far from me.. on the other side of Accra. The good news though is that I go to church everywhere, so wherever she is will probably do.

Finally, we went to a Chinese restaurant and had some good dinner! It was getting to be very late at night though, and we were all so tired! We didn't get home til 12:30, and everyone pretty much just went to bed. Except me, who wanted to get online and read some happy birthday greetings from home!

So thank you for any who sent birthday greetings!! I am very loved and have been blessed with amazing family and friends. Thanks again!