Thursday, May 18, 2017

Grey Skies Over the Autobahn

One cool, rainy day in early May I took a bus from Frankfurt, Germany to Eindhoven, Netherlands. The sky was so full of clouds and fog that it was just a dense grey ceiling. We drove through forested hills and crowded truck stops. It had been raining a lot the few weeks prior (April showers), and the highway is lined with bright green trees, thick fields of tiny yellow flowers, and occasional patches of enormous white windmills. 


We drove through serious, functional Frankfurt with its Sunday afternoon shop windows shuttered.

I went to use the on board bathroom and bounced against the walls, trying to touch as little as possible but feeling like a single tic tac being shaken around in the box.

We skirted the graffiti scrawled edges of Bonn.

I tried to stretch out my tired legs and got stabbed by some little metal rods sticking out from the bottom of the seat in front of me.


We made a quick stop in the little town of Leverkusen which included the pub "Uncle Sam's Food, Drinks, and Fun."

I made t-rex arms while I tried to type this blog post in the tiny, cramped bus seat.

We rumbled past Koln, along the Rhine River, looking slow and muddy and underwhelming. A sliver of sunlight poked out of the clouds and glinted off a set of long flat barges loaded with mounds of black something...coal? Silt? Central European licorice? 

probably licorice







We drove slowly through the crush of Turkish shops and restaurants in the southeastern edge of Dusseldorf, turned off the engine and sat for 20 minutes with cold air seeping in through open doors pooling at my ankles.When we got going again, the wide open river front downtown of the city was finally the charming, attractive scene I'd been missing - even under grey clouds yellowed by factory smoke.






I used two full blotting sheets on my face...18 hours on the road down, 2 to go...

Have to pee again but trying to keep it together for the next hour so I don't have to battle the cubbyhole again.

I need to buy germ x immediately.

The small city of Mönchengladbach is best know for its football/soccer team, and as the home of Joseph Pilates, founder of pilates (lol seriously), but I noticed the plethora of large, beautiful, 3 and 4 story homes...I wonder how people here make their living.


Just over the Dutch border, in Roermond, horses graze along the river, then cows!

I broke down and went to the bathroom again. Someone broke the plastic faucet off the sink...

This part of Holland is more agricultural (and sooooo flat) than the part of Germany we went through.It's a wide rural area dotted by livestock pens, small barns and homes, and country pubs

The suburban streets of Eindhoven are lined with beautiful ivy-covered all brick duplexes and triplexes




okay I'm here, time to meet Bacho, bye!!!!!   :*





Wednesday, May 3, 2017

9 Songs (you've never heard) that are Getting me to Graduation

By "getting me to graduation" I actually mean distracting me from work I need to do in order to graduate...but at this point, it's all the same, right?
Anyway, you probably need a break too, so check out these sweet Europop tunes and do a little shoulder shimmying while you work   ;)

ALSO - added benefit - this will prep your auditory receptors for the Europop extravaganza that is Eurovision Song Contest, finals this year on May 13th, 2017!

(and yes, a few of these are kind of old, but I never said they would be new songs! Just probably new to you...)

1. "Uh Baby" - Kida ft. Xhensila
Country: Albania
Year: 2016
Popularity: 24 mil YouTube views
English Lyrics

2.  "Bow Down" - Enca ft. Noizy
Country: Albania
Year: 2016
Popularity: 70 mil YouTube views
English Lyrics

3.  "Sapés comme jamais" - Maître Gims ft. Niska

Country: France
Year: 2015
Popularity: 268 mil YouTube views
English Lyrics

4. "In bucati" - Glance ft. Elena Gheorghe and Naguale

Country: Romania
Year: 2014
Popularity: 30.5 mil YouTube views
English Lyrics

5. "Marre" - Ronela Hajati
Country: Albania
Year: 2016

Popularity: 8 mil YouTube views
English Lyrics 

6. "Pey Sartse" - Galena and Tsvetelina Yaneva ft. Azis /
    "Пей, сърце" - Галена и Цветелина Янева ft. Азис

Country: Bulgaria
Year: 2016
Popularity: 20 mil YouTube views
English Lyrics 

7. "Gna Gna" - Mihran Tsarukyan

Country: Armenia
Year: 2017
Popularity: 13 mil YouTube views
English Lyrics 

8. "Feel" - Mahmut Orhan ft. Sena Sener

Country: Turkey
Year: 2016
Popularity: 177 mil YouTube views

9. "Time Won't Wait" - Filatov & Karas
Country: Russia
Year: 2017
Popularity: 1.4 mil YouTube views
 

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Amateur Traveler Podcast Feature!!

I was interviewed on this podcast talking about Georgia!

Amateur Traveler

Press about Amateur Traveler

Click below to listen, or you can listen on iTunes, Stitcher, or wherever you get your podcasts and it will come with pictures, ooh

Amateur Traveler Episode 541 - Travel to Republic of Georgia

Or listen and find a transcript on the Amateur Traveler website

Sunday, January 1, 2017

Today I Miss Virginia...

I fear I have made some bad decisions.
I am feeling anxious and trapped and social-media-fueled jealousy. I am antsy and restless and angry. At times spending my days immobile on the couch reading Peace Corps blogs and political books and watching wedding-themed reality shows and eating cake for breakfast went from cherished holiday relaxation to feelings of uselessness and depression.
Why do I feel like this? Well, I have been at home in Yorktown with my family for exactly 20 days now.
The first week I was finishing school work - not so bad.
The second week I was catching up with my sister and preparing for Christmas - not so bad.
Then Christmas (all four iterations) came and went, and now the New Year has come as well. I tried to maintain some holiday cheer until New Year's in the post-Soviet style, but compared to New Year in St. Petersburg, my feeble attempts at making Russian food and forcing my family to watch Soviet New Year's classic movies (Ирония судьбы, или С легким паром! for those who know it - it was subtitled!!) were pretty pathetic. 

For most of this semester, I was planning a winter break trip to Cuba with my sister. At the semi-last minute that trip fell apart. Then, for the past month or so, I tried to salvage my winter travel plans by finding scores of cheap flights to Caribbean beaches that were surprisingly poorly received by my family. Then, I held out hope for a road trip through some southern states, anchored on New Orleans, with my sister. That ended up not working out either.

So here I am. On the couch. 20 days into my self-inflicted cloistering with another 2 weeks to go. 
I haven't spent this much time with nothing to do and nowhere to go in 5 years.
I'm starting to go crazy.

I can blame many people and many circumstances, but in the end I made choices.

And there are some really good things that have come from staying here - quality time with my family (although Riyana has spent most of this time in her room), lots of great food, learning a lot from reading constantly, making a little progress on some projects I've been trying to get at for a while, and discovering some new podcasts on my daily dog walks. Generally, though, I am quite uncomfortable at this point. Jittery and snappy and having my "trapped" dreams again. Eating too much, sitting too much, staring too much...I am unproductive.

Anyway, as I mentioned, I have been reading a lot of Peace Corps blogs which made me want to write again myself. But, as you now know, I have nothing to write about...but plenty of drafts I never finished/published! So, here is a throwback to a day that I was actually craving Virginia. Helps me get a little perspective, I suppose...



Originally written June 26th

This weekend, I got the startling and emotionally confusing news that my security clearance has been approved, and I can begin my internship with the US embassy here in Tbilisi, Georgia.

I miss country music
I miss the wide open spaces, knowing that you can drive for hours on half empty rural roads
I miss having a car and being able to drive whenever I want, wherever I want
I miss pickup trucks
(wow this list is very focused on cars...)

I miss the Blue Ridge Mountains
I miss comfortable coffee shops with drip coffee
I miss Alderman library
I miss grits and good bagels and the farmer's market
I miss having a familiar list of places to go
I miss speaking English without thought or effort
I miss clean air, unmarred by the scent of cigarette smoke or car exhaust
I miss being able to go somewhere in public and be invisible
I miss central air conditioning
I miss being able to listen to Morning Edition when I wake up instead of at 2 pm

NOW,

to those who would say:
"no one forced you to be in Georgia"
"you choose to leave the US"
"stop complaining, many people would love to be able to travel like you"

HOWEVER

When I am in the US, I usually feel (well, the way I actually feel in real time - Jan 1, 2017)
bored, unchallenged, overly safe, trapped, relatively useless and unproductive. 

So, while there are many negative aspects to living abroad, and many challenges particular to the "second world," no life anywhere is perfect or undeserving of criticism. For me, though, spending last summer in Georgia was the best life I could work out for myself.

In June I missed Virginia. In January I miss movement and not-Virginia. The grass is always greener...

Saturday, December 17, 2016

8 Things I Learned in the Netherlands (in November)


1. Dutch people are huge. Tall and broad shouldered and big-footed. Statistically the tallest people in the world, Dutch men and women average out at around 6' and 5'7" respectively. I went into an H&M to see if they sized clothing differently here because it just wouldn't even make sense to have little feather light mini dresses in size 0 - literally no Dutch people would fit into that. Turns out they do have small sizes, but the designs are a bit different, more flattering to the sturdy Northern European figure.


2. You might as well not even wear makeup on the bottom half of your face because 9/10 times the scarf you have tourniqueted around your neck is going to rub it off.

3. It's dark. So dark! I can't put my finger on why it seems darker...maybe the street lamps are different, or maybe since it's been constantly cloudy the starless, moonless night feels darker. It certainly doesn't help that sunset is around 5 pm.

4. It's so diverse. I thought the Starbucks workers at Amsterdam Centraal Train Station were a great example of this: one tall blonde Dutch girl with Delft blue eyes and a near perfect American English accent, one dark skinned girl, one girl with olive skin and hazel eyes wearing a hijab, and a tall boy with the most hipster mustache and trendy half-shaved head.


5. Spinning off of that last point - everyone speaks perfect English. Some older Dutch people stumble a bit with grammar, maneuvering around the bulky accent you imagine of an idyllic country milkmaid in wooden shoes. For the most part, however, anyone you meet working in a cafe or a bike shop or on public transportation, anyone you stop to ask directions on the street, or any back-house cook stuffing your Dutch fries (fritjes) into a paper cone will speak excellent English. Even more surprising was how many non-ethnically Dutch (either immigrants or children of immigrants, many from former Dutch colonies such as Suriname or Indonesia and others refugees from conflict in the Middle East or African economic migrants) people spoke beautiful lilting Dutch comfortably alongside English.

6. The Netherlands is the 28th most densely populated country in the world (406 people per sq km), and the most densely populated "real" country in Europe (Monaco 2nd, Vatican City 7th, Malta 10th, Guernsey 14th, Jersey 15th, San Marino 22nd). It's even denser than India!


7. The bike thing is real. So real. More real than you are actually imagining if you have never been to the Netherlands. In Amsterdam, there are more bikes than people! I met a girl who owns three bikes. They dredge 15,000 lost bikes out of Amsterdam's canals a year. Across the country, people expect to have their bike stolen about once a year - but I find this quite surprising, as I'm not sure what kind of bike resell market there is seeing as everyone already has a bike!!!



8. Holland is a little country. Amsterdam only has a population of about 850,000 yet sees more than 5 million tourists a year! 14 million tourists visit The Netherlands annually!  

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

10 Things I Would Rather Do Than Write This Paper

1. Write this blog post! 
because it is much easier than trying to reform both the IMF and the World Bank (that's the paper topic)


2. Learn the dance from this video: https://youtu.be/ViKv-xDnDy4?t=45 
I've almost got it down! There are only like 4 moves...


3. Learn all the words to this song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dytRT1SyVsc&index=45 
It's sad and moody and beautiful and Dagestan-y <3


4. Read every article about drinking collagen and then decide that is a terrible idea


5. Drink all the water in my water bottle. Go fill up water bottle. Have to pee. Repeat.



6. Eat an entire bag of pretzels. 


7. Start every other paper I have to write for finals.


8. Suddenly recall all the little tasks I have been meaning to get to...
-downloading those new songs I found!
-updating my computer background!
-texting grandma back!
-snapchat my sister to remind her not to hang out with boys!


9. Catch up on my Georgian studying
Just the really important phrases. Can you say "Lasha likes coca cola with ice" or "I like food without salt" or "toasts" (okay, that one's actually super important)??


10. Learn to read Armenian. 
because that could have been useful that time I was not kidnapped.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Perks of the Job


Throwback Story!
Photo courtesy of Barbarestan's Facebook page
One Thursday this summer, I was invited to my first interview/tasting at a local restaurant as a representative of GNTA. I wrote a piece for our www.georgia.travel website about atypical culinary experiences in Tbilisi- basically, places to go when you're sick of khachapuri...it will probably never be published because I ditched my beloved GNTA when I moved to the embassy.

I think this is actually a much-needed article. I also made a video project, and in our interviews with tourists, quite a few people who were towards the end of the trip mentioned how repetitive Georgian food can be, and that they were kind of getting sick of it.


Rather than having them run to Wendy's or one of the Chinese restaurants that have been increasingly popping up, we want people to be able to continue to immerse themselves in Georgian culture and support Georgian businesses! So, I started making a list of alternative Georgian cuisine.

The first (and, as it turned out, only) stop on my culinary tour was Barbarestan.
The concept was developed after the founders discovered a 1914 comprehensive guide to hosting guests, etiquette, and culinary art, including several hundred recipes from the late-19th century Georgian aristocracy, written by the Duchess Barbare Eristavi Jorjadze. The menu and style was adapted from Jorjadze’s book.


Barbarestan is located on the ground floor and basement of the Qurasbediani family home, the owners of the restaurant. Their 10 children frequently greet diners, welcoming them into what feels like the cozy living room of a Georgian grandmother.

The Qurasbediani family (Facebook)


Barbarestan is the place to go when you seek a high-class, high-quality experience that will challenge your expectations of Georgian food. They have a rotating seasonal menu, and live music on Saturday nights!

We were invited because someone in the office is friends with the manager. I felt like a celebrity when I walked into the restaurant in my blazer with a pen and notebook in my hand and the manager was there waiting for us. I swear our waiter was a sleight-of-hand magician...I barely noticed him, yet our glasses were always full and we were given clean plates for each course - served by our waiter right at the table off of trays that were literally thinly sliced logs...every detail of this place was amazing. I realized it would be a long lunch early on when I went to the bathroom when our host began ordering, and he was still ordering when I returned...

Barbarestan is a relatively new restaurant that really takes Georgian food to the next level. The concept-manager, Levan Kokiashvili, basically called what we think of as "traditional" Georgian food (khachapuri, khinkali, mtsvadi/shashlik) "peasant food." He believes that the Georgian culinary scene is at a very low level of sophistication, and with Barbarestan (and his culinary consulting/business services firm Gastronaut) he aims to raise it to a higher level of culinary excellence.

Our lunch and interview with Kokiashvili quickly became a eight course meal with two types of wine, Barbarestan's signature house-made bread, and never-empty glasses of frothy, fresh cucumber-basil juice.

Each course was small, like a Georgian tapas, but quickly added up. Levan wanted us to try everything, and I wasn't sure whether it would be impolite to not eat everything, or seem rude to eat to much...for a bit I tried to kind of channel Gordon Ramsay on Kitchen Nightmares where he orders like 15 dishes and just takes bites of each, but then I remembered that he does that because the food is gross. The food at Barbarestan, however, was freaking amazing, so I settled on the tactic of just eating everything.

Our table was Levan, my colleague Beka, and another colleague who had made the connection for us. I had a little trouble keeping up with the boys on the wine front - also they were giving me special attention because I was the sole female at the table, so my glass was constantly being refilled. While my companions drained their wine glasses, I struggled to finish each course quickly enough (since they also gave me bigger portions) while nodding, smiling, taking notes, interrupting with the occasional question, AND trying to show adequate appreciation for the seriously incredible wine. By the time dessert came, my head was spinning. Levan is amazing - 33 years old, completely self-made, an entrepreneur, sommelier, culinary visionary, and handsome as hell. Also, completely exhausting to talk to. He has a soft voice that you have to kind of lean in to hear, but is passionate and quick, and I don't even know how he managed to eat anything as he barely stopped speaking for a minute. He skipped effortlessly from topic to topic, transitioning with a sip of wine from talking about the building's history to explaining the process of making some obscure mountain diary products. He spoke in beautifully-accented (if grammatically shaky) Russian, occasionally slipping into Georgian or English when it suited him - I think he even dropped a couple of words in Italian! His bright eyes, easy smile, and colorfully tattooed forearms put me quickly at ease (or was that the 3rd glass of wine?).

a version of this is on Levan's left forearm
-by famous 19th c. Georgian painter Pirosmani

Let's see if I can remember what we ate...

-cucumber-basil juice, water, saperavi (dry red) and the best kisi (dry white) I've ever had
-spiced flat bread triangles with 6 or 7 different kinds of thick dips (caramelized onions, spinach and cheese, almond sauce, eggplant, roasted tomatoes, and more...)
-cheese plate with several rare Georgian cheeses, variously spiced
-cucumber salad
-melted dambal xacho (obsessed with this!!!)
-"artichoke" soup - a big tomato stuffed with ground beef in a light artichoke sauce
-roast beef
-fresh trout with mushrooms
-dessert: pelamushi pie - pelamushi (jellied grape juice) on a crushed walnut crust with caramel sauce accents
bread and dips (Facebook)

I also think there may have been one other course I'm forgetting...but 8 is probably enough!!

The food was unbelievable - I even enjoyed the onions, which I usually avoid. I am dreaming of that Kisi wine and dambal xacho...I wonder if they deliver...

There is so much more I could talk about, but I will keep this short. From the brick and lace table cloth wine cellar and auxiliary dining room to personal wine pairings to the precision and care put into the authenticity of each dish, Barbarestan knocked my socks off. Next time you are looking for a light meal full of atmosphere and unexpected, but unmistakably Georgian flavors - head to Barbarestan.
Wine cellar/basement dining room (Facebook)
 

The most important thing I learned at our lunch? Milk is apparently the best cure for a hangover...will have to test this theory this weekend ;)