Generally travelers set off with lists of important places they want to
see while on their journey. The famous cathedral, monument, natural
landscape or oddity, or well known restaurants or bars. We rarely intend
to collect conversations as part of our travel memories, yet those
always seem to be the things I remember most from my travels. I return
home impressed with who I met and what I learned from them.
In addition to the embassy worker and the Qatar flight crew we met a lot
of smart, inquisitive people, and everyone seemed to have an opinion
they wanted to share about one thing or another.
The Brits and Australians at dinner sounded a lot like many Americans
you talk to. They are tired of their governments backing our government
in military actions and paying the price. They are pretty sure only the
craziest of their citizens are running for office. They are convinced
whatever is being shown on the news isn't close to the real truth.
We found an amusing trend among pub patrons and cabbies. There was a lot
of hostility toward people in other cities. In Dublin, we were told by
the collection of men at the bar that if we were on our way to Glasgow,
we'd better be damn careful, because it was a rough city and we'd be
mugged. We were also informed that Margaret Thatcher "single handedly
ruined that city. Glasgow use to be a beautiful city." A couple of days
later in Glasgow residents were amused. "Of course people in Dublin
would say that." My husband shared the mugging prediction with a couple
of policemen. "Aye. Have ya been mugged yet?" Of course every city has
parts it would be safest to steer clear of. We chalked up this kind of
talk to that.
At dinner one evening we sat with a couple who were celebrating their
52nd wedding anniversary. He was American and she was Mexican. They'd
met when she was visiting a cousin in Southern California who lived next
door to him. The woman smiled as she told the story. "I didn't speak
English and he didn't speak Spanish." Of course, my female curiosity had
to know how they fell in love under those conditions. The man chimed in
"When she went home I bought a Spanish dictionary and taught myself
Spanish so I could write her letters." They had written each other
letters for 3 years--"he wrote 3 for every 1 I wrote"--until he drove to
Mexico city with several members of his family to marry her, arriving
the week before the wedding to meet her family. They had 7 children all
of whom were doctors, lawyers, or engineers and scads of grandchildren.
They looked like they'd had the happiest life.
In the hot tub one afternoon I struck up a conversation with a man and
his wife. He was a professor of business ethics at a university in
Santiago, Chile and she was a "head hunter" for several major
corporations. Our discussion quickly started with the lack of long term
thinking among corporations and governments and covered several other
topics until I finally asked what he thought the largest problem was.
"Population. Specifically people living in cities." I was intrigued and
remembered Dunbar's Law, which says that humans can only have
approximately 150 real relationships. I asked if this was part of what
he was speaking about. His eyes lit up. "Yes!" He gave a lengthy lecture
on the effects of it. (It all seemed familiar somehow. :)) His basic
theory was that once people moved into large groups and away from
villages where everyone knew them from birth to death they gained a sort
of anonymity that greatly affected their behavior. Decisions stopped
being made for the good of the group and the self was exalted. Once that
happened the short term thinking about what would be good for a single
person became more important than long term thinking. He explained that
he found the same thing happened in corporations the larger they became.
When he got all finished I asked what the solution was. As the words
came out of my mouth his wife smiled a cryptic smile. He said, "Oh yes,
my students ask that all the time. But there is no solution. This living
in groups will kill us eventually most likely by a plague (he asked if
I'd seen the movie, Contagion) and this he felt sure would happen in the
next few decades.
Some other people entered the tub and broke our conversational spell but
it was nearly time to get ready for dinner anyway, as stepped out of
the tub he said "Enjoy the rest of your cruise, our species is going to
end soon."
One of the things that impressed us most on our trip was just how
genuinely kind people seemed to be, particularly in Scotland. My husband
played a round of golf on the "wee course" (meaning 9 holes) and after
we went to the clubhouse for a pint and a snack. The chef came out to
chat with us and when we asked if we could use the phone to call a cab
he insisted on driving us back to the ship himself. "It's 5 minutes out
of my life, I'm not doing anything right now." We explained that after
changing our clothes we wanted to catch the train and asked where it
was. "I'll just drive you over to it so you can see where your are
going. It's 10 minutes out of my life."
A regular occurrence even in large cities was that if we were asking
directions from someone 2 or 3 other people would stop to find out if we
needed assistance and if they could help. Everyone was nice but the
Scots seemed to be willing to go the extra mile.
We had lots of other random encounters. There was the Israeli dairy
farmer, the woman who taught international folk dances as a profession,
our bar tender who owned a rubber tree farm in Thailand, and an old guy
who walked up to me at a bar in Belfast while my husband was in the
bathroom and said "How long have you been sitting here waiting for me."
I told him it had been a really long time and I was beginning to wonder
what had happened to him and that I thought maybe he'd changed his mind.
His two friends he'd come in with had the most priceless looks on their faces. :)
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Up all Night Drinking in London
In August my husband and I took a cruise of the British Isles to celebrate our 30th anniversary. There's lots to share, but let's start with an overview: London, Southhampton (to set sail from same port as the Titanic), then Guernsey, Cork, Dublin, Liverpool, Belfast, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Invergordon, and La Havre before returning to Southampton and London again to fly home. An exhausting itinerary except that a cruise ship makes it possible to unpack once for such a journey and sleep in the same bed every night.
We arrived a day early with good intentions of checking into an airport hotel, having a nice dinner and a pint, then off to an early bedtime to start off our UK adventure fully rested and recovered from our long flight and loss of sleep. But as we know, travel is full of surprises. The hotel receptionist directed us to a neighborhood restaurant a few blocks away. It took us a moment to figure out there was one queue for ordering food and another one for ordering drink, but then each was brought to the table. While we stood in line a young woman struck up a conversation with me about the news from Egypt being shown on the screen over our heads. She was from a middle eastern country working for the embassy of another one in London.
She found the news footage upsetting and proceeded to explain to me that the people rioting could neither read nor write and had no knowledge of world affairs or politics other than what their religious clerics share with them. She explained that a good man with modern ideas who could get himself elected could most likely not maintain control. "These people only respect strength. The need is for a very strong leader who also has a modern way of thinking, but I fear this cannot be found." We discussed her own country which has a reputation of stability which I was glad to hear, as it also has a site high on my travel list.
While I was engaged in this conversation my husband was chatting up a young man and woman in front of him in line.
Which is how we ended up staying up all night drinking with a Sicilian, a Serb, and a Swede.They were a crew of flight attendants on a layover for Qatar Airlines. They were quite curious about the number of Americans who are passport holders. They'd heard 8% someplace but I argued (only guessing) that the number must be closer to 30%. Luckily I wasn't far off with Forbes reporting last year that a record number of Americans, roughly 1/3, have their passports.
We eventually moved from the pub when it closed to our hotel lobby, where a bored night time manager was willing to open the bar back up for a little company. The evening was filled with discussions ranging from religion to politics, travel, family history, home, education, and love.
We began our UK adventure less rested than we'd hoped, but such encounters are always worth losing a little sleep over.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Jack Daniel's Distillery Tour and Tasting
Destination: Lynchburg, Tennessee. A tour of the famous Jack Daniel's Distillery was long on our bucket list. Okay, so maybe we have more of a barrel list.
I love grown up field trips.
I'm not sure what we expected as we drove up but a parking lot filled with cars wasn't it. As we walked toward the visitor center we marveled at the license plates from all over the country, sort of a drinker's Disney Land. Stepping inside we were surprised at the size of the building, the museum like atmosphere, and number of tourists. You can take a free tour or for $11.00 you can embark on a tasting tour. Guess which one we chose!
Sugar maple stacked in the rickyard |
After watching a short film (use the bathroom now, there are none on the tour!) you have a group photo made and board a van which takes you up to the rick yard. Jack Daniel's makes their own charcoal and the process starts with sugar maple cuts of wood, stacked, aired out, and burned just the right amount to retain wood flavor without ending up with a pile of ash.
The tour then heads to the cave where water bubbles up from an underground spring.
"Every drop of Jack Daniel's ever made has come right out of this cave." ~Tour guide, Wes Cambell
The safe that killed Jack Daniels |
I was unable to take photos inside any of the buildings (which are immaculate) but here's what you need to know about the distilling process:
It was a tasting tour! |
Trees located near the distillery, as well as rock, and sides of buildings are covered with what is called "still mold." A kind of mold that apparently enjoys alcohol vapors. If you are in the woods and see trees black with it, there is a still nearby. It was a low tech way the revenuers use to use.
At the end of the tour you can enjoy some lemonade. The distillery sits in a dry county so they can't "sell" any whiskey here. They can however "give" it away. You can taste a small portion on the tasting tour and buy a collectible "commemorative" bottle. They then "give" you the whiskey inside. Aren't they clever?
You've arrived! |
The General in front of the entrance to the visitor's center. |
I told you it was kind of like Disney Land! |
Friday, January 25, 2013
Beekeeper Field Trip: Savannah Bee Company
The first week in December I made an annual trek to Coastal Georgia
to visit a friend. This journey always includes a trip to the Savannah Bee Company.
This year's visit was special. This year I had a year of keeping bees
under my belt (or bee suit). It increased my appreciation of the store
and what they do there astronomically. I tasted the honey samples and
eyed the various colors in the bottles mentally comparing them to my own
backyard harvest.
I looked around the store at the various products and listened to people ask questions I now knew the answers to. Though from all the veteran beekeepers I've heard, beekeeping is one of those things you can do your entire life and never perfect. Kind of like marriage or chess.
My friend stocked up on Winter White, which is a miraculous and indescribably delicious, type of honey from "Rocky Mountain wildflower fields" according to their site.
Here are some pictures from my visit:
Honeycomb sample.
Yum.
I found the clean rows of bottles mesmerizing.
Step right up to the honey bar for a tasting!
These are the boxes that bees are shipped in. I cannot wait to do this with mine. Though a Carolina wren in my potting shed thought it made a lovely nesting site.
People are always amazed that the bees are shipped in these boxes of screen and wood, and that the bees are visible.
I think this play hive is for kids only. :(
The story of this company is one of a person finding his passion in life and taking the leap of faith to follow his dreams and see what happened.
Read About Savannah Bee Company here.
I looked around the store at the various products and listened to people ask questions I now knew the answers to. Though from all the veteran beekeepers I've heard, beekeeping is one of those things you can do your entire life and never perfect. Kind of like marriage or chess.
My friend stocked up on Winter White, which is a miraculous and indescribably delicious, type of honey from "Rocky Mountain wildflower fields" according to their site.
Here are some pictures from my visit:
Honeycomb sample.
Yum.
I found the clean rows of bottles mesmerizing.
Step right up to the honey bar for a tasting!
These are the boxes that bees are shipped in. I cannot wait to do this with mine. Though a Carolina wren in my potting shed thought it made a lovely nesting site.
People are always amazed that the bees are shipped in these boxes of screen and wood, and that the bees are visible.
I think this play hive is for kids only. :(
The story of this company is one of a person finding his passion in life and taking the leap of faith to follow his dreams and see what happened.
Read About Savannah Bee Company here.
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