Le Tour Cliché - Part 5

PINOYexpats Meet

Early the next day, J dropped us off at the downtown Starbucks for breakfast. I could hardly contain my anticipation in meeting Ruth and Raquel. Meeting two of the brilliant thirteen (naks, syempre kasali kami ni Melissa doon! Hehe!) that make up PINOYexpats was something I was really looking forward to. It was like seeing old friends. These are the people that I probably have emailed to the most in the last couple of years because of all the brainstorming email sessions that we have before each issue. So there we were eating all the fatty Starbucks pastries and chatting on, sometimes reverting to Tagalog, as Hubby patiently listened and looked on. The conversation did not disappoint, and I didn’t really expect it to. After all, how can people who are such fun to read be bad conversationalists? :) Too bad, the other nine members couldn't join us!

Ruth, moi, Melissa and Raquel

After our cups of Joe and sweets my body could have done without, Raquel and Ruth had to run off to their respective commitments. After making reservations for the Thalys for our departure the next day, Melissa took us on a walking day tour of downtown Frankfurt. We stopped for a taste of the local frankfurter and some beer in the square called Römerberg, where Ruth met up with us again after class. It’s a beautiful, historic square that was leveled during bomb raids in 1944, but was reconstructed after the war.

As we tried to figure out the best way to go around the city, Ruth had the great idea of taking the Ebbelwei Express (Apple Wine Express) for a tour. They are these festive and colorful trolleys that serve the city’s famous Apple Wine or cider, the city’s drink of preference and some pretzels while they take you to all the sights in Frankfurt. It was a really fun way of seeing the city without wearing out your feet. We couldn’t have had a more enthusiastic tour guide who, in my book, is the German with the most winning and endearing smile. We asked him to take our photo and he actually asked the driver to stop so that his hands wouldn’t shake. The driver happily obliged. :) In preparation for the World Cup which was to open the next day, there were humongous television screens scattered all over the place, even in the middle of the river. There was just no way anyone in this city could miss the game unless they lived under a rock.

Our feet put on some more mileage after getting off the Ebbelwei Express going around the shopping districts and the Alter Oper, Frankfurt’s beautiful old opera house. I wasn’t surprised when our feet (or was it our stomachs?) led us to the local Häagen-Dazs to cool off kuno with different delectable ice cream concoctions. Our day of sight seeing might have ended there but our day of eating didn’t.

In the evening, Melissa and J took us to the apple wine tavern, Adolf Wagner for a truly German dining experience. Pinoys that we are, Melissa and I ordered their version of the crispy pata to share, the Haxe. When she ordered one for us to share, I gave her this look that clearly said I wanted my own piece. She laughed and assured me it was big enough. I’m glad we shared because I was waddling like my pregnant friend when we left the place. All my misgivings about eating after the *pant-ripping episode I had the previous day, which I conveniently forgot to mention in the previous entry, were tossed aside. Ang sarap sobra! It was a great way to cap our very memorable German experience.

Early the next morning, we tearfully said our goodbyes and told Melissa and J that it shouldn’t be another eight years before we saw each other again, and that it was our turn to host them in Boston. O ano, Melissa, kelan?

*After our day in Heidelberg, I carried JP up the stairs into the flat. As I bent to set him down, we all heard a loud rrrrrrrrIIIIppp! Of course, everyone started laughing as I felt a cool breeze envelop my rump area. My lime green undies showed under the 5-inch rip of one of my favorite casual pants. It's a good thing that it happened when we got home. Obviously, all the romping, tumbling and falling I did in Heidelberg stressed my worn out non-stretch pants. The non-stop eating didn't help either. Or maybe it's the other way around. Whatever it was, my butt was obviously more than my pants could handle at that moment. Melissa and J now have a souvenir of our stay with them.

Le Tour Cliché - Part 4

A Friend in Frankfurt

I squatted down near the phone at the Frankfurt Main train station rummaging through my carry-on to look for her number. I glance up momentarily and right into my sightline waddled this extremely familiar woman with her husband and child in tow.

A very loud “HOY!” escaped from my lips before I could stop it. The only thing that prevented me from running to her were my bags. Melissa and J had not changed one bit. Maganda at guapo pa rin! They were as I remembered them years back, except for the fact that she had a round belly and that they had their little retazo, JP who I was setting eyes on for the first time. He proved to be even cuter than the photos I had seen.

J prepared a delicious welcome dinner for us, as he contributed here and there to the endless chatter and laughter as Melissa and I caught up. Hubby who was busy getting to know JP as they played with his castle and knights, tuned in and out depending on what he understood as Melissa and I switched back and forth from English to Tagalog.

After the sumptuous dinner, we headed off to the World Cup Sky Arena, a light and sound show in downtown Frankfurt that started at 11:00 pm. It was quite an experience as they closed off some roads and shut off all the lights and illuminated all the skyscrapers by projecting on them a 25-minute retrospective of the FIFA World Cup. We were among thousands from all over the world that watched and sometimes cheered as the faces of their favorite players appeared on one skyscraper or another. All in all, it would have been an even greater experience had there been some more audience participation. I could not believe that, with the amount of people there from different countries, there was no wild cheering, jeering, binge drinking or dancing. Amazingly, everyone was just a little too well behaved and polite for an event like that. I almost expected to hear an echo when I let out a little whoop when they showed Pelé, at one point. Just the same, we enjoyed the experience. I guess as fanatic as soccer fans are, they only really let loose during an actual game.

Heidelberg Hike

The next day, J and Melissa took the time off to drive us to the old town of Heidelberg, a charming city that sits along the Neckar River. We decided to sample the local cuisine before walking around. After a nice and hearty meal of sausages and schnitzel, we, along with Melissa, almost 7 months pregnant, gamely hiked the 300 or so steps up to the Heidelberg Castle. The Castle is definitely worth the climb, not to mention the spectacular view it offers of the city. We ended our little tour with a stop at a tearoom where Melissa and I gorged on four different pastries “to refuel.” :)

As Pinoys are wont to be, we discussed dinner as we were stuffing our faces with cakes! We decided we were going to go Pinoy for dinner. So the rest of the early evening was spent getting the ingredients from the Asian store. At dinnertime, two meals were prepared. J and M had chicken teriyaki and Melissa, Rhoda (Melissa’s sister) and I had Sinigang. JP had a sampling of both, a true mix of his Asian mother and his European father.

Ipagpapatuloy...

Le Tour Cliché - Part 3

08 juin 06 - Trip Day 13
(In the ICE back to Cologne, en route to Ghent)

Ghent Bike Tour

Our Ghent host, Marina managed to get some bikes for us so we can do a bike tour of Ghent. I consider myself pretty adept at biking but it’s been many years since I spent a considerable amount of time on a bike, so I had misgivings, especially about biking in city traffic. However, Ghent, as with a huge part of Europe, has bike lanes all over and very strict rules about giving bikers the right of way. So off we went on an early evening tour Ghent seeing the bustling streets that lined the river Leie, beautiful medieval structures like the Belfry Tower, St. Baafs Cathedral, St. Nicholas Church, as well as the Gravensteen Castle which has a dungeon that houses medieval torture instruments. We made the most of the “evening” sunlight from 7 to 10 pm. Biking around this historic Flemish town can’t help but leave one impressed with its rich history. The best part of it is it remains undiscovered to your everyday tourist. The whole time I was pedaling, I was thanking God that it was not a hilly place so I managed to really enjoy the sights without catching my breath. We stopped for a slice of Black Forest cake in the town square before heading back home and resting for the night to recharge for Bruges the next day.

Beautiful Bruges

I got so much flak for missing Bruges during my last visit to Europe that this time, we made sure we included it in our itinerary. The “Venice of the North” is as beautiful and picturesque as we were told although boats are only used for tours and not as a means of transportation. Beguinage (Begijnhof) is an impressive little community that houses Benedictine nuns in the present day. It used to be the home of Beguines who committed to a life of obedience and chastity. They were not a part of any religious order, and there are only 20 remaining Beguines left today. Our Lady’s Church housed the famous Madonna and Child sculpture of Michael Angelo Buonoarotti. It is one of the very few Italian masterpieces that are outside Italy.

Bruges’ little houses, colorful marketplace, stunning town square, the centuries old churches, like the Chapel of the Holy Blood and St. Salvator’s Cathedral are truly enchanting. Its medieval charm is something not easily forgotten. All the fairy tales you have read with kings, princesses and paupers “in a land far, far away” will find a home in your mind once you see it.


Cologne

On the urging of many friends, we decided to skip our intended stop in Luxembourg and opted to visit Cologne instead. It was easier access by train and supposedly had this “dome” that was supposedly very impressive. Ignorant as I was about Cologne, I expected to see a big impressive dome. Upon arriving, we were greeted right away by this monstrosity of a gothic cathedral that was referred to by the locals as the Döm. Oh, and there was no dome. Heheh! I call it monstrous not because it is ugly, but because the way it towered over the Hauptbanhof. Impressive indeed. You would think that everyone had a neck problem as they craned to look up the moment the windows allowed them a view.

After managing to tear ourselves away from the jaw-dropping Döm, we walked around in search of lunch and wanted to sample dishes that we never had before. We settled on a restaurant called Restaurant Slavia that served Croatian food. We figured we would leave it to Melissa and J to educate us on genuine German cuisine. All I can say is, Marina, my dear Croatian friend, I am soooo in Zagreb soon! And that red sauce, oh my gosh! Does that come in bottles? Hint, hint! :)

As with any waterfront, the Alstadt of Cologne was bustling with activity. There was a flea market by the river which sold old records, books, and even a vintage car. Musicians were all over and families were playing in the green spaces you see everywhere. It was a pretty idyllic scene. It was really hard to leave and make our way to Frankfurt, but the thought of seeing Melissa in all her pregnant glory didn’t make it too much of a problem. :)

Abangan ang susunod na kabanata...

So sorry...

I know, I know. This needs updating! It's just been so crazy since we we've been back.

-Our baggages didn't come home with us so we were tracking it and following up with the airline and courier;

-settling in at home, and stocking up;

-unpacking and laundry when our luggage finally came;

-major changes at work, albeit good, it involves me having to change work location the second time in four months! (same building naman);

- and dealing with jetlag.

I used to be quite immune to jetlag. But as I have "advanced" in years, I find myself having to deal with it a lot. :)

We're also choosing which of Hubby's 4,700+ photos are worth keeping, deleting and sharing to people. As you can imagine, that takes some time.

Le Tour Cliché will be back very soon. Pramis!

Le Tour Cliché - Part 2

03 juin 06 - Trip Day 8
(In the TGV to Antwerp)

Mga Kaibigan

All sorts of reunions took place in the Netherlands. In The Hague, I saw friends that I hadn’t seen since my last visit in the fall of 1996. Some of the Miss Saigon cast in the Netherlands have stayed and made the Netherlands their permanent home. One of them graciously hosted us during our visit, Shweng Lancion. We started off our first day in The Hague walking around the Royal Palace, the Binnenhof of the Parliament and the town square taking our usual photo ops. By midday, we had to make our way to Nordwijk to meet Shweng for lunch and have a tour of the European Space Agency where she works. We saw rooms where they manufactured parts for the Hubble Space Telescope, and what looked to me like a huge camera, apparently for deep space viewing. One of the rooms was for the Design Verification of Spacecraft Acceptance Testing of Flight Hardware. We saw men in shower caps and gowns, obviously engineers working on some space hardware few have ever personally set eyes on. Pretty kewl stuff!

We made our way back to The Hague by early evening to meet friends for dinner at the Dim Sum Palace. Three friends, Patty Manahan-Santiago, Raymond Pacis and Risa Gregorio have sprouted extremely cute Mini-Mes Lucien, Kianna and Zoe respectively, and brought them along. Raymond was accompanied by his lovely wife, Cystine who apparently is a contravida in one of the local Dutch soaps. No one really changed much after ten years. I don’t know if it’s the Dutch climate or just great youthful Asian genes. Ours was the noisiest table as we reminisced about the past and also filled each other in on how life has been to us in the last decade and as with any Filipino gathering, there were lots of raucous laughter and great food. It ended all too soon as it was getting late and the kids were getting tired. Lucien was saying, “Let’s go home na…” with the typical Pinoy kolehiyala accent inherited from his Mom. Too cute!

05 juin 06 - Trip Day 10
(In the TGV to Cologne)

Svenska Tjena

After the Hague, Hubby and I made our way to Amsterdam by late morning one day. We intended to leave earlier to make the most of our day but our days of walking around were catching up with us. We found ourselves getting up later and later. And since this is supposedly a vacation, we decided we would cut ourselves a break and let our bodies rest for as long it wanted.

After a tour through the canals of Amsterdam, we disembarked at Anne Frank’s House. It was the one thing we really didn’t want to miss in this city. Unlike all the other great museums that we have seen, there are no beautiful works of art in this one. Yet, there is none more moving and thought-provoking than this little three-storey house beside a canal. It was a sad and poignant hour as we walked through the secret annex that hid Anne Frank’s family and some friends during most of the Nazi persecution. It was quite a testament as to how cruel intolerance can be at its worst form.

The next order of the day was to meet our two Svenska Tjenas, Helen and Helena who at that time were just flying in from Sweden to get together after six years. We met them for lunch at Dam Square and stuffed our faces with pancake pizzas while getting updated on each others’ lives. We continued on as we walked around checking out Amsterdam’s famous red light district where you find prostitutes on window displays similar to retail storefronts. Like retail, there was variety as you can find women of all races. Save for one, all of them were super-sized. That one exception was the one who actually had a client come-a-knocking as we walked past her “office.” I remembered it being a little bit busier than it was but I was told that the “fun” really started toward early evening. Our next stop was the Rijksmuseum where they housed works by Rembrandt and other well-respected Dutch painters. That day was when they premiered a short light and sound show called Night Watch which highlighted one of his paintings and the whole story behind it.

We ended our time together with our Swedish sisters by having drinks at the Guinness Restaurant near the American Hotel. It was a short reunion, but sweet and fun nevertheless.

to be continued...

Le Tour Cliché

28 mai 2006 - Trip Day 2
(Ghent, Belgium)

The Heart of Europe

Our first couple of days in Europe were spent in the heart of it. Belgium is referred to as the Heart of Europe. It may be small but like the heart, it serves as the center of the European Union. We explored the historical streets of and Ghent looked over the archeological diggings where they found three medieval tombs in the process of excavating for a parking lot. The rains made it just a wee bit colder than I had packed for, so we made our way to their smaller version of Fifth Avenue, Veldstraat and bought myself a little cardigan to tide me over for this trip. The afternoon showers prevented us from exploring any further so we opted to stay indoors for the rest of the night for some dinner and drinks.

The next day was spent in and around Grand Place getting to know its history in the Hôtel de Ville, seeing the Manneken Pis and his hundreds of costumes. We had lunch at the famous Rue de Bouchers where we had some mussels, escargot and rabbit among other things. Of course, it would not be complete if we didn’t have the very well-known Belgian waffles to top off our day before we made our way back to Ghent.


31 mai 2006 - Day Trip 5
(In the TGV to the Hague)

Blog du Jour

Our days in Paris went by quickly. The weather forecast was not promising, but the showers were intermittent, short-lived and mostly happened when we were indoors. :) The sun, which the weather forecast said would not make an appearance, managed to show itself for a good part of the time – more than we expected anyway.

As expected, Paris did not disappoint. It is truly a sight to behold no matter the weather. In the short time we had, we managed to cover most of the Musée du Louvre, the Impressionists’ section of La Musée d’Orsay, La Notre Dame, Le Sacré Coeur, L’Arc de Triomphe and La Tour Eiffel. We also took the Bateaux Parisiens to wrap up our cliché little tour. We figured we would hit the sights and return later on for a more meaty stay.

One thing to which we had to adjust here in Europe is smelling like an ashtray after leaving a restaurant. There’s just no escaping the “fragrance” of tobacco in any place. The smoking ban in public places that has swept the US has spoiled us. I guess having L’Air du Tabac mixed with your perfume or cologne du jour is acceptable, so smelling fresh is something we simply gave up on.

Hubby and I decided that given the chance, we would live in Paris for a year or two. Its accessibility to other European countries is one appeal, as well as the way things are run. The US can learn much from the French when it comes to city planning – mixed-use development, transport system, etc. In turn, the French can maybe learn a thing or two about customer service. We had our share of snooty waiters who simply did not attend to us after seating. A couple of times, we left after fifteen minutes of twiddling our thumbs and watching others who came after us get service. Ça m’est égal – we just gave our supposedly generous “American” tip to the waiter in the next restaurant. One happened in Champs Élyseés, and the other near the Eiffel Tower, close to where we were staying so I’m not sure if location had anything to do with it. I find it curious that the ordinary citizens walking by are more helpful than those who are in service-oriented stores or businesses, who give you almost nothing but the basic assistance. However, our impression of French hospitality is not based on these few incidents. Many other occasions in both my first and second visits were très positif and that makes Paris still rank high in my list of favorite cities to visit.

While waiting to leave for the Netherlands at Gare du Nord in Paris, we noticed a lot of security personnel running around, as well as a camera crew clearing the center of the arrival area. When I inquired with one of the crew, he said they were filming a movie although it seemed to us that they were waiting for someone important to arrive because the cameras were pointed toward the platforms and security people were milling about that area. Just as the hum of activities seemed to be getting at a fever pitch, we were called to board the Thalys bound for The Hague. Too bad, I was really curious as to what was about to unfold. Oh well, maybe next time.

more to come...