Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Entry # 17, Europe Journal

11:48 AM The Bus, Interlaken 28 July 2011
We just got back on the bus on our first town day. We went to this chocolatier in Interlaken, and he showed us yow they make hollow chocolate cows and how the chocolate goes from the pod/ bean/ plant to the chocolate place:
  1. grown
  2. pods = harvested
  3. pods split open
  4. beans harvested
  5. put under banana leaves for fermentation - 7-10 days
  6. 7-10 days = drying
  7. shipped/ sold
  8. ground
  9. fat from bean = removed
  10. all = melted
  11. mixed so it's smooth
  12. sugar/ milk/ vanilla/ necessaries added
  13. mixed
  14. heated
  15. coolness
  16. stuff is done
  17. eaten

yeah, that's basically it.
I think.
Anyway, the chocolate was DELICIOUS.
And white chocolate isn't actually chocolate because the cocoa powder isn't used.
No we're on the bus to go to a waterfall thing.
I still wish we were going to do the white water rafting thing.  I'm sure the waterfalls are super awesome and all, and we can always go class-four rafting in West Virginia, but I was just looking out the window ad part of the river, and there is NOTHING like that in West Virginia.

Swiss Facts (written on bus; part of Europe Journal)

So these notes are what I took on the bus on the way to Interlaken. They're actually sort of interesting (I think, at least), and they're in the notebook, so why not put them in?

FACTS (7/27/11)
- Adelboden is in a valley with a river that gives its name to the valley
- I can't spell it (river/ valley); I probably can't pronounce it, either.
- *now I don't remember it*
- Adelboden = 1356 meters above sea level, same height as Chalet, just on the other side of the valley
- woodcarver visits since 1945 (Chalet opened 1932)
- suspension bridge over a river = 180 meters high, 30 meters long, largest (one of) suspension bridge in Europe
- Elsegen hike *one of the peaks* = at peak = Edelweiss = Swiss national flower; endangered species *who knew flowers could be endangered*
- Frutegen *town* = 800 meters *above sea level? not sure - I just put the measurement*, more bricks b/c of a fire in 1724, had to rebuild
- Kandersteg (spelling?) valley *Kandersteg = another peak* - Boy Scout World Center? World center of something with huge chalet (WAGGGS chalet = 12 summer volunteers; theirs: 70)
- Neissan Mt - 2400? meters - longest staircase (11,632 steps) record climbing - 55 minutes 50 seconds
- Aeshi *not sure where this is* = Helen Storrow's Ideal Location for Chalet (Falk talked her down for more adventure and it got moved to Adelboden)
*Helen Storrow = founder of Our Chalet; Falk = her friend who helped in Location Scouting*
- Lake Thun (pronounced Tune) = huge = 500 meters?
- Interlaken - one of best-known adventure sites

Monday, August 22, 2011

Entry # 16, Europe Journal

bathroom, Chalet 10:30 PM July 27, 2011
MORE BULLETING! (Sleep = soon) (continued from before)

- abseiled *European term for rappelling* off bridge
- I went first
- ate lunch
- hiked
- climbed indoor rocks (kind of wet for outdoors)
- did indoor bouldering (no ropes)
- came back in rain
- did chores
- ate dinner (Risotto, salad, dessertiness)
- got pen and postcards at camp store
- did scavenger hunt type thing about WAGGGS (World Association of Girl Guides and Girl Scouts) in small groups (not by troops)
- all centennial parties = on my birthday (100th year being celebrated on the 100th day of the year, which is my birthday - April 10th)
- I was the ONLY one in my mini group who knew about at least some of the UN MDGs (mission development goals) in reasonable detail
- gooo IYAG!
- won 'spirit' award (our little group)
- I was the only one in group who cheered about this
- came inside
- packed for hike tomorrow
- went on Facebook (mom got an Internet pass)
- finished packing
- changed clothes
- brushed teeth
- cleaned off my bed
- wrote a letter
- went to bathroom
- finished journal entry
- read a book
- went to sleep

Today's rating = AWESOME!

Soreness Level: 8/ 10

pumped-for-tomorrow level: 22/ 10

likelihood that I should be going to bed: 120%

Likelihood that I am procrastinating on this activity to lengthen this entry: 96%

my desire to actually read some stuff now: 20/ 18

tiredness level: 18/ 22

Okay, someone just almost walked in on me writing about the day while sitting on a toilet. Time to go to bed.
And I just thought that last paragraph in the sort of accents that the UK group has.
Okay, going now.

Entry # 15, Europe Journal

6:21 PM July 27, 2011 Our Room, Chalet
I only have ten minutes before dinner and I actually need to sleep tonight (and also write a LOT of letters for yesterday's makeup, today, and tomorrow *the dawn hike*), so it's going to be another day of bullet-noted Records of the Day.

- wake at 7
- shower
- make bag lunch
- breakfast
- pack for day
- group up
-walk to adventure place
- get harnesses/ helmets
- get zip line instruction
- zip lining
- over raging stream
- progressively higher off ground
- two rides each wire (eight rides plus three after the bridges)
- SO MUCH FUN!
- bridges
- one-board (in segments) airplane-wire bridge
- very wobbly
- airplane wire
- one strand for two feet
- wobblier
- longer
- tilty Bridge of Death
- one wire at top for holding/ beaners (the others had two)
- convinced I would fall (I didn't)
- Tarzan swing
- awesome
- altophobia = cured

Shall continue later. Now = DINNER! (I am bloody STARVING. I hate rain hiking.)

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Entry # 14, Europe Journal

11:07 PM 26 July, 2011 Our room, Chalet, Adelboden
This entry was created so I don't end today on an unlucky number. Huzzah!
Last night: some light bulb drama with Leila.
Night before last (last night in Bern): I was up until four in the morning because someone was snoring loud enough to accurately imitate a concrete breaking scene.
The end.

Entry # 13, Europe Journal

11:02 PM Our Room, Chalet Tuesday, 26 July
MORE NOTES!
- dinner
- pasta, sauce, salad, watermelon
- international night
- Lady Gaga + DC FTW!
- Lots of cool Canada facts and such
- proper definition of "pants" vs "trousers" from the UK
- swaps

Crazy Scene of the Day (occured not long ago):
Mrs. W (Adult Alison): *knocks*
Allison: Come in!
me: no! Don't come in! I'm pantsless!
Allison: no, it's fine, Mrs. W, come in.
Mrs. W: Don't you mean trouserless, Drillbit?
me: that too!
Allison: come on in, Mrs. W!
Mrs. W: Let her finish changing!

- finished changing
- wrote a letter
- journaling
- sleep

Entry # 12, Europe Journal

26 July, 2011 Tuesday 5:47 PM T-Bar
Today is another list day. Hooray!
- wake at seven
- shower
- change
- b-fast at eight
- yogurt, canned peaches, granola, milk/coffee/chocolate
- opening ceremony
- INTROS
- pack shindigs for backpack check
- gather
- divided into groups
- went places
- crafts - made woggles (these things you can put on your bandanna - most scouts/ guides wear theirs around their neck rather than in their hair, hence the need for woggles)
- orienteering
- went around and found the names of the fifteen peaks
- our team got all of them
- we got the most, so we won an Our Chalet Song Book
- lunch
- weather got really cold
- hung out until two
- finished doing stuff
- environmental
- percentage waste thing
- carbon footprint thing
- fun fact quiz
- campfire cooking
- lots of shaving of wood
- had to build up fire high enough to break through yarn
- my group won awesomeness
- had food
- had to sing for matches twice (you only got one, and if the fire died you had to sing a Scout song to get a new match)
- came back
- did our group chore (sweeping)
- came inside
- removed shoes
- got stuff
- came to T-bar
- made hot chocolate
- sat on couch
- drank hot chocolate
- began writing
- finished writing for now

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Entry # 11, Europe Journal

Monday, 25 July, 2011 10:17 PM Our Room, Our Chalet
Well, we finally made it! Adelboden is probably the town that should have the tag line, "We Are The Town That Is On Your Postcard From Germany/ Switzerland/ France/ Italy." It's nestled in a valley among three (maybe four) mountains, though you can see around fourteen *actually fifteen* from the Chalet. There's one mountain almost entirely covered in snow.
I'm short on time so I'm going to bullet today.
- woke up about half an hour after everyone but Paige
- Paige and I change and are the first to breakfast. score!
- I hold everyone up with my last-minute packing.
- this is because nobody told me we were leaving at eight thirty, not eight forty-five.
- we still make it to the rail car and train WAY early
- went to a bakery, got chocolate-embedded rolls. SCORE!
- catch train.
- lots of photos from train.
- first incident of me wondering WHY Lord of the Rings wasn't filmed in Switzerland.
- this becomes a regular occurence during day. Insert this aside as you will.
- we take a bus to Adelboden
- we nom on our rolls
- we meet people from the Chalet at the Adelboden bus stop
- they take our luggage; we search Adelboden
- we see a British Group (they turned out not to be at the Chalet, but still were British Girl Guides)
- we eat
- more touring of Adelboden
- hike to the Chalet
- HIKE to the Chalet
- I do well on hills. Score!
- this doesn't last long.
- we arrive
- we meet people
- we eat
- we chill
- I write a letter
- we tour the Chalet and learn cool stuff
- I finish my letter
- I do this journal entry
- I go to bed, prepared for adventure

*not recorded: Leila accidentally breaks the string on her lamp when she tries to turn it off at the end of the night, so it's on and we have no way of turning it off. We thus spend around an hour trying to switch Leila's bulb with the one two beds down that doesn't work.*

Recurring Thoughts:
1. WHY wasn't Lord of the Rings filmed here?
2. We're staying on a bloody POSTCARD!
3. The word 'cute' is entirely overused, so by the time it can be used in a valid context, I am so sick of the word that I promptly disregard the context it was used in and get really annoyed at hearing the word 'cute.' (please do not ask why I dislike the word 'cute,' because I WILL go and rant about it).
4. This place is awesome!

Occurrence of the Day:
We met a group from outside of Boston that is similar to us.
We say we're from DC because we're really close, and nobody's heard of us in Switzerland/ Canada/ Britain (some from the US don't even know about us, I think - I don't blame them. We're the smallest county in the US.)
They say they're from Boston, because who's heard of their town twelve miles out?
(in that respect, some of the UK girls are similar too - few people have heard of their town, even in Britain).

Verbose Quote of the Day:
Me: May I express my need to relieve the contents of my bladder?
Mom: ?
Me: I gotta pee. Is there a bathroom?








*Aside: from here on out, a lot of my journal is bulleted, so I will be typing stuff up in prose, but most of it will be based off of notes. So it's journal recording but not journal recording. FYI.*

Friday, August 19, 2011

Entry # 10, Europe Journal

Sunday, 24 July, 2011 Room 320, Hostel, Bern 8:55 PM
This afternoon was relatively uneventful. We hung out at the museum, then made our way through a nearby corn maze (which was really easy) before catching a bus home to the hostel.
For dinner, we ordered pizza - one cheese, one veggie. We each had two pieces and and it wasn't very filling.
Towards the end of dinner, we started to watch a couple play ping-pong through the super massive windows. We thought it was a mother and son, but then they started to make out profusely every few points.
Allison, Leila, and I bought some ice cream and continued to watch the cougar couple. When the guy glanced our way while they were taking a break, Leila gave him a thumbs-up, which was kind of funny.
Tomorrow morning we leave for Adelboden, which is extremely exciting - we're finally going to the place that we came to Switzerland for! WOOHOO!
Also, funny/ awkward thing: after my shower when I was brushing my teeth (it's essentially a public shower room... also, I was decently dressed when this occurred), the female half of the cougar couple entered the shower rooms.  I'm pretty sure she recognized me, because she was just like, "Oh," and then left.
Also, Enya is still dead, which makes me very sad. Mom is letting me use my memory card on her camera, though, which is nice. I also accidentally deleted all my photos from today, though, which kind of sucks.
I learned this new way of weighing/ buying bagged fruit, but I need to write letters.
It basically involves weighing, punching in the store-assigned number for whatever it is you're buying, and then the machine printing out a ticket to put on the bag for the person to scan.
Right. Letter Time.

Entry # 9, Europe Journal

24 July, 2011 Sunday 2:19 PM Paul Klee Museum, Bern
Paul Klee is a really cool Swiss artist who is basically the Picasso of the Non-Cubists. He also made a lot of puppets for his son, and did a lot of sketches and stuff. I don't mind his work, but after we went to the train station (for bus tickets and lunch and cash. Enya (my camera) became officially dead while there, so I'm using Mom's until we can find a place that will sell a camera for around 100 Francs (the equivalent of what I spent on Enya)), we came here, and we've been here ever since, and it's kind of boring. One can only take so much art labelled in two languages that are both foreign before getting really, really bored.
The one good thing about to day is that I will most assuredly be a ble to remember all we did today, because the Museum is one of the only places open on Sundays.
We'll probably have to get me a new camera in Adelboden - we leave at 8:30 tomorrow, and a guy at a tech shop at the train station said a lot of places open at 9:00 or 9:30, or are completely closed on Mondays. If we can't find a replacement/ Enya doesn't fix herself/ the cameras are all too pricey in Adelboden, Mom and I will wind up sharing her camera. I sort of don't want to do that - somehow it feels wrong to be using a camera (or anything, really) that isn't mine. I think a hazard of buying a camera here is that there is the risk that Switzerland tech stores stock entirly different brands than American stores do, so if I break my next camera, I'll have to buy a new one instead of fixing it. Again. Hopefully, whatever I DO wind up doing, the next camera will last me more than a year.
As a matter of fact, I think it's been almost exactly a year since George (my last camera) decided to go swimming in a toilet in Raliegh. Moral of the story: I need to use more carew ith my cameras (though George's death was partly due to gravity at the wrong moment).
Anyway, more on this later.
Time to go off and inspect more art.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Entry # 8, Europe Journal

Saturday, July 23, 2011 Room 320, Youth Hostel, Bern, Switzerland 8:18 PM
It has been a long day - not by hours, but by the sheer amount of stuff we did today. Seriously, I've had longer-houred days at home where I've done far less stuff.
Today, I woke up at around 8:15 (others in the group woke up earlier) and was changed and ready to eat by 8:30. For breakfast, I had a whole-grain (I think) chocolate cereal with milk and a cup of milk/ coffee/ chocolate-ness (I had about three of those). I also had bread with cherry jam.
After breakfast, we went to Parliament to book a tour for later in the day. Then we made our way (slowly) to the Cathedral. We were slowed down by the cool shops (we didn't buy anything).
The cathedral was really cool. Since it was built in like the thirteenth century, it's freaking GINORMOUS adn there are a bunch of religious symbols carved into the stones and sculputres and ginormously huge stained glass windows. The windows sort of told a story, but not entirely - there were a bunch of small groups of scenes within each window.
The setup of the sanctuary was also different from where I go to church - there was a baptism thing in front, a pulpit mounted on a pole in the middle-ish, and the organ mounted in the back of the place. It's hard to explain, so this merits a diagram of the place (bird's-eye view).

*not sure how to do this, so I'm going to go with not doing it*

It was really cool. that is a really lame drawing, by the way, and it is NOT DRAWN TO SCALE. The blocks are columns and the lines are dores. And by doors I mean pews. There was also a sculpture of a dying Jesus (that had holes in his feet... as in the person who did the sculpture decided that Jesus would be dying and bleeding from foot wounds) and a depressed Mary Mother near the front of the place.
After we left, we learned some cool stuff about this supermassive door sculpture that was in front of (and by 'in front of,' I mean 'around') the door. There were angels, disciples, virgins (smart and foolish), sinners, winners, apostles, church-door-carving-designers, more angels, some demons/ imps, a drumming demon, and the Archangel Michael (who carried a sword and scales for judgement (I assume) and looked like Joan of Arc since he had hair that looked like a girl's and a face to match). I'm pretty sure there was some sort of connective thread, but I'm not entirely sure what that thread was. Let's just say the common thread was a religious theme to adorn a church door. Also, there were some cool gargoyles around the upper perimeter of the cathedral. I can't explain their exactl location, but it ws kind of above the door but close enough to take photos of them.
After we left the cathedral, we went slowly meandering towards a clock tower that apparently had a 'show' that started at five to noon. While we were meandering, we were also sort of window shopping. I spotted a yarn place and I really wanted to go in, but we only had ten minutes until the show, so I didn't, which made me VERY sad. Mostly because when we finally got around to going back, it had been closed for half an hour. Mom insists that it's not a big deal, but honestly, I'm probably never going to get another chance to get yarn from Switzerland.
Anyway, enogh about yarn.
By the way, it was NOT worth msising the yarn to see the clock. Some bears on a wheel turned around, an impish statue banged a gon, and a bearded stature flipped an hourglass and opened his mouth. The end. It was really boring and I could have gotten some cool Swiss yarn (or I could have found out that they're charging far too much for synthetic wool in lame colors. Either one. Just saying.) while were were on the street, but we didn't stay on that half of the street.
Instead, we passed through the archway under the clock and proceeded into the snazziest McDonald's I have ever seen in my life. I mean, I'm talking all windows, carpeted floors, TWO LEVELS, flat-screened TVs, and a winding iron staircase between the two levels. We all had to pee, which is why we were there, but Mom had to get a coffee in order to get us into the bathroom.
After our bathroom break, we got lunch. I had pizza.
But just BEFORE lunch we saw some fountains, including one of an ogre eating babies.
Allison deemed it inappropriate, but hey, it's an ogre! Ogres in Europe are notorious for their consumption of underage kids! *I'm pretty sure I made that up* Besides, there wasn't any blood or anyhting, just some miserable-looking kids and an ogre holding an infant with the kid's head in his mouth. Because of this, Allison declared this 500-year-old fountain to be a public display of vulgarity and was ready to start a petition for its removal.

Anyway, after lunch, we went and did some browsing, and I got theser really cool trousers and a skirt/ dress. Then we toured Parliament, which was cool, and then we went to see some bears and then we went to dinner (which was really good), and now we're here at the hostel. Before Parliament, Mom sorted out train tickets for Monday.
And now I'm gonna take a shower. Bye.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Entry # 7, Europe Journal

July 22nd, 2011 Room 320, Youth Hostel, Bern, Switzerland 8:56 PM
Well, okay, let me PROPERLY summarize the day because I did not do it justice earlier.
So after we disembarked from the train, we proceeded to get thoroughly confused by the directions to the hostel (though they were relatively straightforward and we got to the Hostel eventually. Also, when I say 'WE got turned," I mean "THE MOMS got turned." The teenagers just followed them around.) But we got to the hostel, dumped our stuff, and proceeded to walk around Bern (this was around noon). We did a touristy photo op in front of Parliament (which, due to my tiredness, I often feel inclined to call it 'Palisaides,' 'Pandora,' and 'Pagoda' before remembering its official title) before deciding that it was time to eat food (aka lunch), which we got at the Co-op (that's the name of the supermarket. Most people in our group call it the 'coop' like chicken coop, but I'm pretty sure it's co-op). I had couscous, iced tea, a really good roll, and a paper box/ bowl of a local berry called Stachelbeerne that we got at the open-air market. That's German and I forget how to pronounce it - I just know it sounds rather dissimilar to how it's spelled. It's sort of like a pommegranite that's the size of a grape and tastes like a full-sized pommegranite ate a little tiny blackberry. (that's a lousy way of describing it... I just added that sentence in August).
Anyway, we went on a meandering walk around Bern for the rest of the afternoon. We crossed several bridges, went though a park, took lots of photos on the grounds of the Einstein museum (which was eighteen Francs for admission inside). We didn't actually go to the exhibits (partly because of price, partly because we would have been confused by the German info plates) but we DID Get some much-needed caffeine and hung out outside a lot.
Then we had dinner, and then everyone showered, and I wrote some letters, and now I'm the only one still awake in my room.
This is awkward.
I'm only staying up to let my camera finish charging - it gave me the 'low battery' mark by noon today.
Oh, wait, Mom's still up. I think my light is bugging her.
Well, then, goodnight. Will write tomorrow.