Sunday, July 31, 2011

Home Sweet Home

The kitchen
Living room - the mattress in lieu of a couch
Ava's room
The junk room for now - a guest room eventually
We finally got couches to sit on!
We can't drink the faucet water - this is one of our ways to get clean water: a filter
We will eventually add rugs, curtains, and other furniture as we get some free time to go to bazaars. You might have noticed the shutters on outside of the windows. They are mostly to block out sun so you can open your windows and let breezes in. Central air in private homes do not exist here. Most homes here do not have air conditioning and if some do, it's mainly a unit attached to a wall (which you can see in our living room picture, close to the ceiling). The shutters can be rolled up and the frames collapsed against the window casings so let it in full sunlight during cold weather. Since we have no curtains, they also serve as privacy shutters. Anyway, pretty much all homes have these shutters on their windows as a measure against the heat here.

Have I mentioned that it's hot here? Pretty hot. The first couple of nights in our apartment, we all three slept on mattresses on the floor in the living room with the AC running because we had no fans. Once we got fans, we've been sleeping in our respective bedrooms. It's warm at night but not unbearable. Luckily, we live close enough to the water to get breezes.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

We're Here!

We're finally here in our host country! It's hard to believe we've been here a week because it feels longer and shorter than that all at the same time, you know what I mean? The week is one big blur so I cannot really begin to tell you what we've done each day. I doubt you want a blow-by-blow account of each day anyway.

First, I want to apologize to those of you who might feel offended by finding out all the details from this blog instead of a personal email from me. Forgive me. I am doing this for efficiency's sake. It's also the reason why I created this blog in the first place. I can do more on this blog than I would in an email.

I'll begin with our flights to our destination. I was anxious about our itinerary because we had a 4-hr layover in Charlotte during A's nap time. I knew it was a busy, noisy airport and I was afraid A would never nap which in turn would make her grouchy, which in turn would make for a miserable flight overseas. Surprisingly, we ended up being in a terminal that was pretty much empty and quiet. A actually took a nap and she did well on the long flight over the Atlantic and going to sleep at bedtime. We changed planes in Munich (it was 54 degrees there - such a contrast to the heat wave we'd just left in the States!) and made it to our city.

Our city is E-NOR-MOUS. Approximately 18 million people live here and I've heard that the city proper is 700 square miles; bigger than New York City in area and population, by far. It's crowded, busy, smoggy, noisy, and as urban as it can get. We knew this but we still shook our heads now and then in a sort of stupefied way. I've noticed the sidewalks because we've been pushing A in a stroller that is pretty much fighting a losing battle against the sidewalks here. The sidewalks are not friendly to cheap umbrella strollers and poor A has been jostled about so much. It has been exhausting to push the stroller over uneven sidewalks, broken sidewalks, over high curbs, around trees growing in the middle of sidewalks, cobblestones, sidewalks that disappear, etc. This city is not your orderly, standardized city with sidewalks all exactly the same. Not to mention that we have tons of stairs to climb and trams, metros, and buses to hop on and off. The stroller is cumbersome. In short, we need a Cadillac stroller with BIG air tires and shocks and especially one with a seat that inclines. A has pretty much taken all her naps in her stroller since we have been SO busy and on the go. Poor girl.

I don't want to give a negative picture of the city. I don't hate the city but it's an adjustment. Parts of it are beautiful and picturesque. Since G has picked up photography as a hobby again, he has plenty of subjects to choose from.

So, we live in an apartment. Not surprising. We like it. The floor in our bedrooms and in the living room is parquet. The kitchen was already outfitted with a stove and dishwasher but not a fridge. Here, you have to bring your own appliances and light fixtures; stove/ovens, fridges, dishwashers, light fixtures do not come standard with an apartment when you rent it. We bought a fridge, microwave, washing machine, and dryer used. The dryer isn't hooked up and it's too hot to use it; our stuff can line dry. Our washing machine is Austrian so the labeling is all in German. Tonight, I sat down with my laptop and translated all the German words from an online dictionary. We'd already figured out how to use the washing machine but I wanted to be on the safe side. For your useless information, schleudern means "catapault, shoot from catapault, hurl, sling, centrifuge." I can picture sopping wet clothes being slung and hurled from a catapault but we can safely conclude it means "spin." 

We unpacked between outings and we're done for the most part. Yesterday, we spent a great deal of time shopping for furniture and kitchen stuff like dinnerware, eating utensils, pots and pans, cooking utensils, and all the basic stuff for living. The night before, I did a big grocery shopping spree to stock my pantry. Tomorrow, we are expecting a couch and loveseat to be delivered and I tell you, we are very excited about it. We have been getting by with sitting on a mattress in our living room. We want a real couch to sit on. 

So far, we are learning our way around and getting settled into our apartment. We've set up bank accounts, our phone and internet, and got cell phones. I have cooked very little since we've been out so much so our meals have been in restaurants. The national cuisine here is very delicious! Most of the dishes here are gluten-free although they eat lots of bread. No worries, bread is mostly on the side.

This post is already long so I am going to wrap up. Pictures should come soon...

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Snow Globe

I am my own personal snow globe. What do you mean? you might ask. I am peeling. I could do a shimmy and a great cloud will envelope me. Like a snow globe. It's quite disgusting. My back is a lovely shade of mottled brown and the rate at which the dead skin is coming off is astounding.

We went to the beach last weekend and I neglected to put sunscreen on except on my face and ears. Nothing else on my body got burnt; just my back. When we hit the beach, I wanted about 30 minutes of sunshine with no protection - you know, for the vitamin D. Then I planned to put sunscreen on. But I didn't. Why on earth not? you might ask. Yes, I know. I'm from Florida and I grew up going to the beach and I should know better. Let me tell you why: it's all A's fault. I'm talking about the two-year-old kid that belongs to us.

The minute we stepped onto the sand, A was busy. She was busy running around, running to the water, running off to play with neighboring beach-goers. She was busy wanting to go swimming and we were busy trying to keep her from drowning. I just forgot to put sunscreen on. Later on, that fact was niggling in the back of my mind in a vague way and I vaguely reasoned that the sun was drifting in and out from behind clouds and I didn't feel burnt. After all, we weren't going to be there long because the beach can tire out a toddler better than anything on earth. Well, we ended up staying a longer than I anticipated.

Imagine my pain the next day. G and I went to speak at a location and saw so many people there who love us and show their love with giant hugs and hands clapping on my back. Ow.

A toddler can make you forget something really important when you've got your mind fixed on your toddler's safety that your own protection isn't even on your radar. Lesson learned. Next time, put on sunscreen at home even if it rubs off on your clothes on way to the beach. It's better than nothing.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Breaking Free

After 10 weeks, we finally got out of training, endured 16 hours of driving in holiday weekend traffic, and now we're at my mom's home in Florida. My brother and his family came to visit, celebrate the 4th, and say our last goodbyes. We enjoyed the 4th with all our kids swimming in a kiddie pool, playing kickball and a little bit of frisbee, spraying on bug spray, setting off fireworks, and eating homemade ice cream. A had tremendous fun playing with her cousins. As they were leaving to return to their home today, she climbed into their van and said, "I go! I go!" I know she was sad to see her playmates leave and I was sad to say goodbye for 3 years.

The next two weeks will be filled with 101 things to accomplish before we leave on top of packing, repacking, and packing some more. We will be visiting with friends and family while squeezing in a day or two of relaxation at the beach.