Sunday, September 30, 2012

Bavaria

When you fly into Vienna, if you are lucky, you will fly over Schloss Schonbrunn.  One of innumerable Habsburg Palaces, this one has 1441 rooms if you believe the tour books.  It sets the tone for what you are about to encounter...more palaces and Habsburgs than you can imagine

Towards the end of the 13th century the Habsburg family rose to power over the Babenburg family who had been in charge since the late 10th century...before that Charlemagne and the Romans.  The Habsburgs were pretty much in control until the end of World War I.  On the upside, there are really only 4 choices on any given history quiz but, on the downside, it's hard to really to differentiate one Habsburg from another...except Maria Theresa mostly because she is (a) Marie Antoinette's mother, and (b) the only woman.

The Innere Stadt (the part that was once protected by the city walls) is dominated by the Hofburg which is really just a big rambling palace that was created as one generation tried to one up the previous generation's living quarters.  It's hard to understand how big the place is: six museums, a chapel, the president of Austria's offices, the national library, the Lipizzaner Stallions stable and their arena, a greenhouse, and a park.  I'm sure I missed something.  After a while you are pretty much just wandering around staring blindly at building after building.  They are beautiful but after a couple of hours...they start to look a bit the same.  I did enjoy my tour through the Schatzkammer (Imperial Treasury) but probably not why you think...it is full of things that just reasonably can't be legitimate.  A unicorn horn (actually a narwhal tusk) and the nail that held Christ's right hand to the cross (presumable they just had it an old box before they got the 15th century case it is in now...I wonder who has the left one?) are stand outs in this category for me.

The reason I went to Vienna was to see the Gustav Klimt exhibit at Schloss Belvedere (another Habsburg Palace).  Klimt is my favourite artist and this exhibit was especially curated in celebration of the 150th anniversary of his birth...so probably my only opportunity to see so many of his paintings in one place at one time.  My favourite was a mural called The Longing for Happiness.  It is painted directly onto the wall so it doesn't photograph very well...but it is incredible in person.  On the opposite wall was Klimt's iconic The Kiss.

The Beethoven Frieze: The Longing for Happiness Finds Repose in Poetry. Right wall - Gustav Klimt                     

Next up was a quick stop in Salzburg.  Growing up on the prairies the only picture in my mind of what Europe looked like was Julie Andrews running through alpine meadows and singing up a storm around fancy fountains, so, I've always had it in the back of my mind that someday I would go and see it for myself.  I actually went on a Sound of Music bicycle tour which was great fun and gave me the opportunity to see a bunch of the real places from the movie.  Some things were really great to see but sometimes it is better to just leave things in the movies.  Turns out the mountain they walked over in the movie actually leads to Germany...I guess Hollywood wasn't troubled by these little details!  Also, having stood at the door to the Abbey (see me below)...it is no wonder Maria didn't hear the bells for prayers...the mountain is several miles away.


As a cap to my whirlwind Bavarian tour, I met up with some friends in Munich for Oktoberfest.  What trip to Bavaria would be complete without a trip to Oktoberfest?  It all starts with a parade of beer wagons pulled by heavy horses through the city to the festival grounds where the mayor taps the first keg to get the party started.  The crowds, including us, just join the end of the parade and make their way to the festival to enjoy a few beverages.  Amazingly, the majority of people are dressed in traditional dirndls & lederhosen.  I understand from some first time lederhosen wearers that one must carefully plan ahead for bathroom breaks as suede trousers fastened with buttons are not that easy to get undone!  The zipper is a much under appreciated invention.



I did so many other things during my week: the opera, a Mozart concert in a castle, tours of a salt mine and the BMW museum, shopping, trains through the countryside, the Berchtesgaden region (where Hitler's Eagles Nest is), and much more...but it seems as though this entry is already long enough!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Great North Run

A year ago when I moved to England (yes, it has been a year), I saw this amazing half marathon broadcast live on the BBC. 50,000 participants running on a Sunday morning. I ask you, how is that not mesmerising television? If you aren't a runner, please don't answer. If you are a runner, I know your answer already.

There is nothing about my physical appearance that suggests I should run. Frankly, it is a challenge to find a sports bra that will contain the girls and my legs are short and stocky. Paula Radcliffe I am not.  But I am stubborn. Seven half marathons don't lie. Stubborn to the bone.

So, last Sunday I found myself in Newcastle with 50,000 other people on a Sunday morning ready to run. Some were athletes but lots were just stubborn like me. It took 30 minutes just to get from where I was lined up to the start line. The logistics are a nightmare. They have to close a dual carriage way (that's a divided highway for you North Americans) and reroute all the traffic from Newcastle to South Shields.

Talking with other runners after the race, I would say a description of the course is all in the eye of the beholder. A guy from Swansea told me he was surprised how flat it was. A girl from Brighton confirmed his thoughts. Let me tell you, if you grew up in the wide open prairies of Canada, it was not even close to flat. More like an alpine endurance test but set in the northern reaches of England. It's been two days and my quads still hurt when I have to go down stairs!

I would like to think that I have learned my lesson and I will stop with this ridiculous running obsession but I'm stubborn.

But I do wish they had a few more Pot-A-Loos (aka Port-A-Potties) on the course...some things remain the same no matter which side of the world you are on.