July 31, 2010
July 22, 2010
|Birthday girl and boy celebrating early with some mackerel and beer|
|Walking back to the metro at night, we passed by the water fountains all lit up - |
excellent way to end the evening!
July 13, 2010
Even the grocery stores are required to have an area set aside for recycling packaging - e.g., I'll take out the cereal from the cardboard boxes and leave them there because the cereal is encased in a plastic bag anyway. Also, there are spots for plastic and old batteries, which is not easily found in the US. And the best part I'm going to save for another post - what they do with their plastic bottles in the supermarkets!
I had a hard time in Israel because recycling was so not common there. They had bins on the street for plastic bottles, but what was I to do with wrappers or glass containers or aluminum?? Throw it away was the only answer. I felt even worse in NYC because they didn't even have the plastic bottles recycling on the street - although Oren did tell me that they do recycle in the subways.
That seems like such a waste to me now because I know how much packaging can be recycled or even better, done away with all together. Being here I see how much we waste with our packaging. Greg's even more of a recycling, eco-hardliner than I'll ever be - I like shoes and clothes a little bit too much. I mentioned to him he should spout off on here about little things people can do to use less. He has some really good ideas that can easily be added into daily routines.
July 12, 2010
London has taught me a lot and really drives the person I am today. I remember 10 years ago the horrible shower in my rented apartment – today a military shower suits me just fine. Small spaces by American standards are considered enough for the normal family in London. And upon reading a biking pamphlet – “it only rains 6% of the time in London and a quick towel wipe and deo under the arms will leave you fresher than if you would have sweated to work riding the Tube.” The weather was hot all week, the Tube (subway) was muggy, yet not as pungent as the Munich public transport on a hot day.
So London, I leave you once again feeling inspired and satisfied with all that you have offered. I feel rested and fully trained for a week of exploring more of Europe with my parents and aunt Til. Next stop - back to Prague!
July 10, 2010
I didn't even need to leave London's Heathrow airport on my way back from New York to experience the famous British driving. The shuttle from Terminal 4 to Terminal 1 was enough.
At first, I didn't quite know what felt wrong. I thought I must be feeling funny because of the lack of sleep last night due to my turbulent cross-Atlantic flight. Then, I realized that no, that can't be it. I began to slowly formulate the thought that the shuttle drivers had a funny way of driving, still not quite piecing it together in my mind that they were on the wrong side of the road.
Now before you say "duh! we all know that," I'd like to point out that unless you're actively and comprehensibly thinking about seeing drivers on the other side, it comes as a consciously expected, yet subconsiously jarring sight. I kept my calm and carried on, as the poster goes.
I made a point to use each hour to its fullest. From the moment I arrived to the moment I leave my workshop, I have been “goin' walkabout.” As I wander with intent my brain continues to amaze me with flashbacks of streets and buildings that were buried deep a decade ago.
And I have built new memories. There is one memory I realized very quickly that does not exist and will have to wait until London part 3. That is the future memory of enjoying London with my wife. Ayelet loved being back in New York and London would equally impress her. One day.
July 8, 2010
As I sat in the smoky (because as the game dragged on, the crowd began to smoke more and more) room in the barn/painter's studio of a co-worker's boyfriend's father, it was obvious there would be no cheering for Spain. I kept it quiet, but I'm pretty sure everyone in our immediate vicinity knew who I was for. No one made a sound when Spain made their only goal, but I was cheering inside. When the game ended, dead silence again.
Although I didn't make a sound then, I was ringing my bike bell all the way home last night!
July 5, 2010
July 2, 2010
So I finally had a classroom that was a real science lab in the new wing of the school. Unfortunately with our final grade 7 classes in chemistry I realized the fire alarms are too sensitive - I set off the prealarms twice and got a firm talking to from our building manager.
We often were treated to beer at work, yes, in the school. I'm guessing that is a local thing.
For one whole week, I got to once again work as a "camp counselor" with my students. We were bussed off to the Austrian Alps and go to snowshoe over a mountain pass in October.
I like getting my students outside to perform science and we often would be out around the schloss (the castle part of the school) doing some lab activity. For example I had students dig bugs out of this planter to measure differences in bugs speeds compared to design.
So, one busy year down. Yes, at the age of 30 I still have a year that runs from August to June just like it has since I was 5.