Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Joy and Sorrow

Emotions - we all have them. We all know that if we were to pick up a thesaurus, we'd find that the emotions we can experience, and the words we can use to describe them, are endless. Theorists and psychologists have spent lifetimes analyzing emotions, dividing emotions into categories and ranking them into hierarchies, using structures, diagrams, and flow-charts, with the intent to simplify, but ultimately adding more complexity. Identifying a list of even the most basic emotions remains up for theoretical debate.

In reflecting upon our most recent trip to Munich, Germany & Innsbruck, Austria, I am struck by the wide range of emotions we felt on this trip, as a result of the experiences we chose to have whilst on holiday. I began thinking about couples researcher John Gottman, who has found that successful relationships have a 5:1 ratio of positive to negative interactions between the couple. Perhaps the 5:1 ratio is optimal in other situations and scenarios as well, not just relationships. It could be that the one negative, whether it be a negative experience, or a powerful experience that results in distressing emotions, creates greater depth from which to appreciate the positive five. Would a sports team truly appreciate the exhilaration of a great win, having never experienced the devastation of a close, nail-biting loss? Would we appreciate the exceptional qualities of our best friends, having never experienced the frustration of a mediocre, one-sided friendship? As philosophical poet Khalil Gibran, writes, "And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." 5:1 - joy to sorrow - an interesting idea, and a powerful equation indeed.

Our Five Blissful Joys
1. All that German cuisine has to offer, and our never-ending quest to sample it all in moderation, whether seated in the world-famous Hofbrauhaus, standing at tables in the holiday market at Marienplatz, or roaming the stalls and shops at Viktualienmarkt: brats, pretzels, Black Forest cake, apple strudel, Bavarian beer, potato dumplings, roasted nuts, spiced wine, and lebkuchen cookies. Most memorable, of course, are the German food offerings of gargantuan proportion, reminiscent of Gulliver in the giant land of Brobdingnag.


2. Our Munich wanderings, and all the sights along the way. From the aerial views atop St. Peter, to the Isar River views along Maximillian Bridge, to the gloriously-lit Christmas markets, we took in the city sights as we do on most trips - by foot, with Bryan stopping periodically to read excerpts from our Berlitz pocket guide.


3. The charming Austrian town of Innsbruck, nestled in a valley surrounded by the Alps, full of stunning views, cobblestone streets, holiday spirit, and snow fall, making for a perfectly peaceful White Christmas. Easily reached on a 2-hour train from Munich, crossing through snow-covered mountains and plains, Innsbruck was everything you want from a mountain town - restaurants, pubs, and quick bus rides to neighbouring ski resorts, home to the 1964 & 1976 Winter Olympics.

(view from our hotel balcony)

4. The Austrian Slopes of Igls Mountain, which for Bryan meant two days of snowboarding, and for Brandina, meant two days of reading, walks in the snow, and complete peace.


5. The way one is forced to slow down, when traveling on Christmas weekend. With shops and restaurants closed at various times throughout our weekend in Innsbruck, we found ourselves able to relax without guilt, able to enjoy the simple pleasures, like pizza in our pajamas at our hotel restaurant for Christmas dinner, and watching Happy Feet in Austrian with no English-subtitles. A perfectly simple holiday weekend indeed.

Our One Profound Sorrow
1. Visiting Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial Site, a 20-minute train ride north of Munich. Established in 1933 by Hitler as the first Concentration Camp, and thus used as a model to build the others, Dachau is everything you would imagine a concentration camp to be - dark, lonely, and eerily still. Led by a professional tour-guide on a 4-hour tour of the site, we found ourselves both emotionally exhausted and vulnerable at the same time, wrapped up in the stories, consumed by the sorrow, and inspired by the hope of those who survived. It was a sorrow that most definitely carved into our being - difficult to describe, absolutely impossible to forget.


So there it is - 5:1, joy to sorrow on our most recent adventure. We wouldn't have wanted it to be any other way, and we couldn't have asked for any more, or any less. We mustn't discount the power of the sorrowful one, and its ability to add richness, depth, and increased appreciation to the joyful five. Perhaps, when all is said and done, the powerful pairing of joy and sorrow is as complicated as the emotional debate needs to be. It was a holiday that we will forever remember, one that inspired gratefulness on so many levels.

-B&B

"It may not be the best thing you do on a holiday in Europe, but it's one of the most important." - Erik, our Dachau tour guide, on visiting the Memorial Site

Monday, December 20, 2010

Homeward Bound: #3

Tearfully bidding adieu to my lovely Jen -
merci beaucoup mon amie...


A MINI PROFILE
  • Hometown: San Jose, California (but moving back to New York City)
  • Time lived in London: 2 years & 3 months
  • Our introduction: On a blind "friend" date over rosé wine at a pub near Lancaster Gate tube station in London - Jen's Uncle Harry is Brandina's parents' neighbour in Kona
  • Something we've shared: Everything that defines quality "girl time," and a mutual love for the simple pleasures - frozen yogurt in Notting Hill, long walks, holiday lights, mulled wine, Wheat Thins, colour-coding our to-do lists, Grey's Anatomy...
  • Something she's taught me: To embrace the British words like you're a local - rubbish, lovely, heaps, bits, bobs, and brilliant to name a few. Oh, and the best websites for watching American television shows online from London.
  • Our newly acquired hand-me-down: Two wonderfully-plush bed pillows and a handful of UK-formatted DVDs!
  • Our next meeting place: Somewhere Stateside...
-B

"We will be known forever by the tracks we leave." - American proverb

Saturday, December 4, 2010

"Feeling Zen"

We all travel at different times to find different things - sometimes in search of new experiences, new foods, or new friends. Sometimes, we even travel to reconnect with our inner selves, to feel peaceful and away from it all - to capture our "zen" feeling if you will. Over Thanksgiving weekend, Jen & I escaped to Zurich for a girls' weekend with one goal in mind - holiday cheer. Now, I know what you're thinking - this type of "zen" trip in no way compares to the intensity of the India chapter in Eat, Pray, Love. Nevertheless, we managed to escape from it all...work, chores, cleaning, emails, and to-do-lists, and spent 2 days allowing ourselves to get lost amongst the city streets, roaming from one Christmas Market to another, buying trinkets and warm hats, drinking mulled wine and hot tea, sampling traditional Swiss fare (mostly chocolate, potatoes, and Raclette cheese, and the infamous Luxemburgerli pastries from Sprungli bakery), gazing up at the holiday lights, and admiring the soft falling snow. As a city, Zurich seems to have found its own inner zen - though it remains the largest city in Switzerland, it is extremely peaceful and quiet, with classy residents able to converse in at least three languages, a few prominent buildings jetting into the skyline, and a calm river that leads out to Lake Zurich and a stunning view of the Alps. Even on a Saturday morning, leading up to Christmas, at times we found ourselves almost alone as we window-shopped, commenting that we wished London allowed for such slow, peaceful walks through the heart of the city. We allowed ourselves to be completely comfortable with not knowing what the next hour would bring, free to change our course as we saw fit. Naturally, the 48 hours bumbled along quite slowly - isn't it funny how time passes at a reasonable rate when you've slowed down enough to let yourself get lost, and find that inner peace and balance that arises when you truly get away from it all...

Central Zurich, sitting on the sides of the Limmat River

The Quai Bridge, leading out to Lake Zurich & The Alps

Views of the snow-capped city from
the top of Grossmunster Tower (Great Minster Church)

With Fraumunster Kirche (Church of Our Lady)
In the background
The Holiday LightsOne and only, Swiss Chocolate
May this holiday season bring such peace to you all...
-B

"You lose sight of things...and when you travel, everything balances out." - Daranna Gidel

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Homeward Bound: #2

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, a very sad, but thankful farewell
to Ben and Louise, our Kiwi friends, who depart London this week.

A MINI PROFILE
  • Hometown: Wellington, New Zealand.
  • Time lived in London: 18 months
  • Our introduction: Ben worked at Spitalfields City Farm, the site of Bryan's first volunteer stint in London.
  • Something we've shared: A perfect holiday in Prague, and the motto, "There's always room for dessert."
  • Something they've taught us: Life is too short to sweat the small stuff.
  • Our newly acquired hand-me-down: Two tennis rackets!
  • Our next meeting place: New Zealand...
-B&B

"Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you." - New Zealand Proverb

Monday, November 15, 2010

Home is where...

I could tell you my "home" blog from September is late because I've been deeply pondering how to best illustrate my travels there. Or I could say it's because I've been so busy traveling, working, and playing. Or I could quit mucking about, since I already played this "I-could-tell-you-excuses-game back in my birthday blog last year. Besides, Brandina is just as busy as me and amazingly churns out a blog post every few weeks.

My itinerary was a bit manic as well - From London, I flew to Sacramento, with a quick 2 hour layover in San Diego (where my amazing brother met me at the airport just to bring me my first California burrito in 11 months!). After inhaling that scrumptious treat, I flew to Sacramento with just enough time to drop off my bags and kiss my mom, before I was in the car heading to Lake Tahoe for Joanna Schaller's wedding. Fortunately I wasn't driving, as delirium set in from being awake for 26 hours, I quickly faded to the fresh scent of pine trees and crisp Tahoe air. After an amazing wedding weekend with friends from high school, I spent a few wonderful days with my family in Sacramento - while we are lucky to have Skype these days, nothing beats a real hug. Then it was off to San Diego, where I literally was driving from one rendezvous to the next, catching up with former co-workers, friends, and my brother, making sure to squeeze in a beach trip, get a few games of beer pong in, watch some American football, show the new foosballers that we haven't lost a beat, and of course eat as much delicious Mexican cuisine as possible.

*On a side note, I recently taught my students how to make fajitas, salsa, and guacamole in the cooking course, and not only was everyone at the farm enthralled by these new mysterious, yet sublime aromas coming from the kitchen, but my students' parents were delightfully surprised when they bit into my students' beautifully crafted Mexican dish. I know Mexico is far from the UK, but to quote Seth Meyers and Amy Rogan from SNL, really?...really??? But I digress.

I truly had an amazing trip home and have decided to sum it up with my version of a photo-poem...bare with me.

Home is...

...where friends are



...where weddings are


...where picturesque Lake Tahoe is

...where San Diego sandy beaches are

...where laughs are

...where foosball is

...where beer pong is

...where real burgers and Mexican food are

...where the heart is




Much love and thanks to everyone for the airport rides, beds and couches to crash on, good weather, and great laughs. Looking forward to seeing each and every one of you over here soon...no more excuses...


"One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening - the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life - and can never find again."
~Lemony Snicket


- Bryan