Ok, so technically speaking Bavaria isn’t a country even though they call themselves a Freistaat (free state) and never did sign the Grundgesetz (founding law) of Germany. Still, Sunday I went from Germany through Austria to Slovenia and Tuesday I headed via Austria to Switzerland. I am in the process of reentering Germany. What a whirlwind tour it had been. I definitely would like to take my hosts of the past couple of days by their word and come back for an extended vacation visit. I initially thought that their manager had invited me for two weeks because he really thought there was that much work. But now I think he really just was nice and wanted me to see their beautiful area and go up to some of the peaks.
“Gruezi!” As I was lying down last night in my 4 star train room, a Swiss came in. We had a good chat for 10 minutes, then we both retired to our beds and quickly fell asleep. I woke up a few times at night and more often then not the train was stopped (for an extended period of time). I have a feeling a regular moving train could have done the 10 hour journey in half the time, but then nobody would get the sleeping cars…
When I woke up in the morning and opened the blinds I could see snow covered mountain ranges atop meadows that went up on the mountain side with its farms. There really isn’t a better way of getting up, though I am not sure if I’d like to have a rolling bed every day.
So far the weather has been treating me extremely well. In Munich it was outstanding, in Slovenia I only got wet a little bit once and now it is a perfect day again.
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
Because the Night...
…belongs to sleepers. I am sitting in the night train to Zurich. When I realized I could only buy a regular seat online I called in to add a reservation for a sleeper car. The person warned me that the cheaper “bed is a massage table” kinda compartments had been sold out and it would be very expensive to get a “real” bed. But 32 Euros? Anybody who has traveled Amtrak where you pay hundreds of dollars for the same comfort will agree that it is a bargain, especially considering I will wake up a lot fresher tomorrow morning instead of uncomfortably slouched into a regular seat.
This morning started out nice again with the same good breakfast. I had to hurry a bit as I was running late. But our session yesterday had gone well, and there weren’t too many questions left over to discuss. The manager of the team arrived at 11 from Ljubljana and we went out for a nice two hour lunch. The restaurant was good, but I was confused a bit why they asked us what we wanted. Even though we had ordered different items we all got the same food, until I realized that that was just the appetizer – a huge plate, easily to be confused with a main dish.
Since cherry was in season, everything was served with it, including the fish I had ordered. They brought it out – the whole fish. It is not so comfortable eating when dead eyes look at you saying “what the hell are you doing”… I was too full for dessert, but most of the others went for it. Anything they ordered was served with…cherries.
The afternoon I spent some more time explaining things, but we really had dragged it out and by 4pm we were done. I had to wait until 5:30 so we could all attend the weekly conference call with my old team (that sounds funny) in California. I left shortly before 7 to walk over to the train station. I didn’t make it to the store anymore (they closed at 7), so had to rely on a bakery for some travel snacks (rolls).
The way to the train station was easy from the office: just head down the main street and make a sharp right just before you’d accidentally enter Italy. This was easy – a right at the rail road crossing and I even remembered the short cut I had seen other passengers take when I arrived. So I got there 5 minutes early. Hmm. Shouldn’t have taken the short cut – I don’t like waiting more time than necessary…
The train ride was expectedly just as pretty as on the way out, but despite my urge to not fall asleep so I could sleep in the train I nodded off, even through the noise of a British senior travel group that entered after a few stops.
As we got to the final destination, the border town Jesenice, it had just gotten dark enough that you couldn’t tell colors anymore, but the sky was still bright enough that you could see the dark silhouettes of the trees and mountains. It was 9:45pm…
I entered the train, heading straight to my room. The conductor ran after me. “Reservazione?” Aha, I had forgotten to check in first…I was the first one in my room, brushed my teeth, then sat down to write. This is the result. Gute Nacht.
This morning started out nice again with the same good breakfast. I had to hurry a bit as I was running late. But our session yesterday had gone well, and there weren’t too many questions left over to discuss. The manager of the team arrived at 11 from Ljubljana and we went out for a nice two hour lunch. The restaurant was good, but I was confused a bit why they asked us what we wanted. Even though we had ordered different items we all got the same food, until I realized that that was just the appetizer – a huge plate, easily to be confused with a main dish.
Since cherry was in season, everything was served with it, including the fish I had ordered. They brought it out – the whole fish. It is not so comfortable eating when dead eyes look at you saying “what the hell are you doing”… I was too full for dessert, but most of the others went for it. Anything they ordered was served with…cherries.
The afternoon I spent some more time explaining things, but we really had dragged it out and by 4pm we were done. I had to wait until 5:30 so we could all attend the weekly conference call with my old team (that sounds funny) in California. I left shortly before 7 to walk over to the train station. I didn’t make it to the store anymore (they closed at 7), so had to rely on a bakery for some travel snacks (rolls).
The way to the train station was easy from the office: just head down the main street and make a sharp right just before you’d accidentally enter Italy. This was easy – a right at the rail road crossing and I even remembered the short cut I had seen other passengers take when I arrived. So I got there 5 minutes early. Hmm. Shouldn’t have taken the short cut – I don’t like waiting more time than necessary…
The train ride was expectedly just as pretty as on the way out, but despite my urge to not fall asleep so I could sleep in the train I nodded off, even through the noise of a British senior travel group that entered after a few stops.
As we got to the final destination, the border town Jesenice, it had just gotten dark enough that you couldn’t tell colors anymore, but the sky was still bright enough that you could see the dark silhouettes of the trees and mountains. It was 9:45pm…
I entered the train, heading straight to my room. The conductor ran after me. “Reservazione?” Aha, I had forgotten to check in first…I was the first one in my room, brushed my teeth, then sat down to write. This is the result. Gute Nacht.
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
It's raining again...
I woke up to a promising sky – even though there were some clouds it looked like a good day ahead. I went to breakfast, which was a buffet style collection of many goodies. Because of the way it was arranged I actually only found some stuff after I was already pretty full, when I went to look for a spoon to eat my dessert (yoghurt).
The people that I am working with the next couple of days had emailed me a google map with a line marking the exact route. It was really easy to find, and as they mentioned, no bicycle required. It is a small town.
After a few hours of work we went to lunch. And we literally went – it was a 15min walk. I haven’t walked to lunch with a work group since… actually I can’t remember ever walking to lunch with other people if it involved a walk for more than 5 minutes. Kind of amazing.
The weather was changing rapidly throughout the day and at times it came down in buckets. After work I went to a shopping center to get some shoes as I only had brought some sandals (my regular day shoes were all pretty worn and not worth carrying over the Atlantic). I could have walked 15min to the hotel and be home – instead I walked about 10min in the opposite direction to get to the Intersport. While I was shopping I could hear the rain come down. The mall wasn’t that big and after I had rounded it twice with the buckets up above still unloading I decided to eat.
I have figured out by now that jedilnik means menu (in the sense of a three course meal served with soup/salad, main dish and dessert). I could have even ordered jedilnik vegetarijanska, which would have been a fairly good bet it contains something vegetarian. But I wouldn’t have known what to do if the guy behind the counter would have asked me stuff like “Which vegetarian dish do you want?”, “What kind of soup would you like”, or “do you want fries with that?”. So instead I opted for the easy way out: “Pizza tuna”.
Of course they didn’t have that and we continued in English. I then ordered a veggie pizza. It was prepared right there and then.
Now I am stuffed, writing these lines after missing the 15min window of no rain. If you don’t see this report anytime soon I am still sitting hear, waiting for better weather…
The people that I am working with the next couple of days had emailed me a google map with a line marking the exact route. It was really easy to find, and as they mentioned, no bicycle required. It is a small town.
After a few hours of work we went to lunch. And we literally went – it was a 15min walk. I haven’t walked to lunch with a work group since… actually I can’t remember ever walking to lunch with other people if it involved a walk for more than 5 minutes. Kind of amazing.
The weather was changing rapidly throughout the day and at times it came down in buckets. After work I went to a shopping center to get some shoes as I only had brought some sandals (my regular day shoes were all pretty worn and not worth carrying over the Atlantic). I could have walked 15min to the hotel and be home – instead I walked about 10min in the opposite direction to get to the Intersport. While I was shopping I could hear the rain come down. The mall wasn’t that big and after I had rounded it twice with the buckets up above still unloading I decided to eat.
I have figured out by now that jedilnik means menu (in the sense of a three course meal served with soup/salad, main dish and dessert). I could have even ordered jedilnik vegetarijanska, which would have been a fairly good bet it contains something vegetarian. But I wouldn’t have known what to do if the guy behind the counter would have asked me stuff like “Which vegetarian dish do you want?”, “What kind of soup would you like”, or “do you want fries with that?”. So instead I opted for the easy way out: “Pizza tuna”.
Of course they didn’t have that and we continued in English. I then ordered a veggie pizza. It was prepared right there and then.
Now I am stuffed, writing these lines after missing the 15min window of no rain. If you don’t see this report anytime soon I am still sitting hear, waiting for better weather…
Sunday, 27 May 2007
First class travel...
I always ride second class when taking a train, so it was natural that I moved passed the first class cars to enter the train in the middle section. As I tried to find my reserved seat I noticed the car numbers were going down, not up. But as the train was not crowded I just sat down in an empty spot. The conductor later confirmed my suspicion: The train will split, and the part I was in would continue to a different area. So I had to relocate to the first class...
Imagine this: You get into a train that leaves in one country at 11:26, crosses a second and you arrive at 18:43 in the third country. And the train is right on time every single stop. Now imagine Amtrak going within the same county...(Yes, I know that Southern Pacific and others own the tracks and despite a federal law saying that track owners have to give the right of way to passenger service they never do – but still Amtrak is very inefficient, especially their bus service or even their web site).
Anyway, the ride was absolutely spectacular – though I missed some of the scenery due to the urge to make up for lost sleep (I had gone to bed past three am the night before and I had to get up at 9). It started out innocently enough with some rolling, forested hills, the occasional farm and small villages spread across the countryside.
But into Austria, the hills became mountains: Sometimes going straight up for a few thousand feet on both sides of the tracks. Rugged and rocky, covered in hard packed late spring snow. It was plain amazing.
The only trouble came at the border crossing into Slovenia, at Jesenice. I got off the train and asked a police officer which track the train to Nova Gorica was leaving from. He said it was likely track one. So I went to track one and saw their manual board showed track 4. So I went to the counter and asked and the lady told me track 2. None of the tracks were marked with their number – or at least not obvious to me, anyway. So I went back to the train I had just gotten off and asked the conductor there. He also pointed me towards track one. I mentioned that the board said track 4 and he pointed to the adjacent track and said “Ok, that is track 4”. Now that was curious: If that was track 4, then I arrived at track two, and the next one over closest to the station would be track one. And track? I’ll never know… I went back to track one as a train had just arrived. It said Nova Gorica on it and the conductor there said it was leaving from track 1. In fact he had someone move the four to a one on the manual board. Aha – a programming error.
So I got it right and continued my beautiful journey through this awesome region. There were a few tunnels and bridges and one went over a stream where people were standing and fishing. It rained hard for a bit, which made me remember I traveled lightly: no rain coat and a pair of solid Sandals…
But once I got off in Nova Gorica, the rain very light. I walked to the hotel, which was easy to find and very close – about a 15min walk from the train station. The hotel itself was obviously a getaway for the Italians (the border is kinda close – there was a fence across the street next to the train station – hopping the fence would mean hopping into Italy…). There was a casino and everybody including a blondie like me was greeted in Italian.
I had dinner, then went up to the room. The TV programs are cool. They had most languages that I can deal with ,plus a few more. Besides Slovenian they also offered TVE (the Spanish channel), all the Italian ones obviously, a couple of German channels (would have preferred the public ones over those boring cable channels), French, British, and American (CNN, MTV and even TCM). Some of the Italian channel had Columbo and Something about Maty on – sounds funny with the actors’ voices synchronized into Italian…
Now it’s bedtime. I will go downstairs to upload this report ( no internet access in the room, unfortunately) then head for some good night’s sleep to see how the work assignment tomorrow will pan out.
Imagine this: You get into a train that leaves in one country at 11:26, crosses a second and you arrive at 18:43 in the third country. And the train is right on time every single stop. Now imagine Amtrak going within the same county...(Yes, I know that Southern Pacific and others own the tracks and despite a federal law saying that track owners have to give the right of way to passenger service they never do – but still Amtrak is very inefficient, especially their bus service or even their web site).
Anyway, the ride was absolutely spectacular – though I missed some of the scenery due to the urge to make up for lost sleep (I had gone to bed past three am the night before and I had to get up at 9). It started out innocently enough with some rolling, forested hills, the occasional farm and small villages spread across the countryside.
But into Austria, the hills became mountains: Sometimes going straight up for a few thousand feet on both sides of the tracks. Rugged and rocky, covered in hard packed late spring snow. It was plain amazing.
The only trouble came at the border crossing into Slovenia, at Jesenice. I got off the train and asked a police officer which track the train to Nova Gorica was leaving from. He said it was likely track one. So I went to track one and saw their manual board showed track 4. So I went to the counter and asked and the lady told me track 2. None of the tracks were marked with their number – or at least not obvious to me, anyway. So I went back to the train I had just gotten off and asked the conductor there. He also pointed me towards track one. I mentioned that the board said track 4 and he pointed to the adjacent track and said “Ok, that is track 4”. Now that was curious: If that was track 4, then I arrived at track two, and the next one over closest to the station would be track one. And track? I’ll never know… I went back to track one as a train had just arrived. It said Nova Gorica on it and the conductor there said it was leaving from track 1. In fact he had someone move the four to a one on the manual board. Aha – a programming error.
So I got it right and continued my beautiful journey through this awesome region. There were a few tunnels and bridges and one went over a stream where people were standing and fishing. It rained hard for a bit, which made me remember I traveled lightly: no rain coat and a pair of solid Sandals…
But once I got off in Nova Gorica, the rain very light. I walked to the hotel, which was easy to find and very close – about a 15min walk from the train station. The hotel itself was obviously a getaway for the Italians (the border is kinda close – there was a fence across the street next to the train station – hopping the fence would mean hopping into Italy…). There was a casino and everybody including a blondie like me was greeted in Italian.
I had dinner, then went up to the room. The TV programs are cool. They had most languages that I can deal with ,plus a few more. Besides Slovenian they also offered TVE (the Spanish channel), all the Italian ones obviously, a couple of German channels (would have preferred the public ones over those boring cable channels), French, British, and American (CNN, MTV and even TCM). Some of the Italian channel had Columbo and Something about Maty on – sounds funny with the actors’ voices synchronized into Italian…
Now it’s bedtime. I will go downstairs to upload this report ( no internet access in the room, unfortunately) then head for some good night’s sleep to see how the work assignment tomorrow will pan out.
Saturday, 26 May 2007
Touchdown Europe
Flying ranks up high as one of my least favorable things to do, right alongside going to doctors. Usually I consider a flight good if nothing extraordinary happens and there are no delays or, what happened a few years ago, pilots thinking they need a stopover in Amsterdam (foggy) for whatever reason (drugs? lover?) and citing bad weather in the actual destination Frankfurt (sunny).
Yesterday's flight I consider great, though - not because of the carbon credits that I was presented with at a good-bye party last Saturday that was unexpectedly thrown from my bike advocacy buddies in Roseville, but because I could actually sleep in the plane. This doesn't happen often, but I did notice that a night flight helps out a great deal.
I missed the start, the first meal and most of two out of three movies. Only in the middle was I awake long enough to see Ben Stiller fight it out in the NY Natural Museum of Living History. I actually almost missed the second meal, but I had dozed off lightly enough that that stewardess' tap on my arm woke me up. She probably was concerned that I hadn't gotten anything to eat or drink - they rarely realize that I always bring gallons of liquids since I have noticed in the past that the more I drink the less problems with jet lag I have. The meal was a shock as for some reason I expected breakfast, but of course by now we were close to landing and it really was 5pm already...They served potato cakes over a bed of tomato-marinated egg-plant with a side of broccoli. For dessert they offered a fruit platter with a variety of freshly grown or-can-ic ingredients. This first (or was it economy?) class meal was even served with a FREE roll of bread.
Well, enough about that - I enjoyed Munich last night. At around 86F there wasn't much of a weather shock to be had. That was about the same temperature when I left Roseville. We went out last night and I enjoyed my first bike ride in Munich ever, I think. I tell you, California is so much more fun riding your bike. You aren't restricted to side walks, which they call bike paths here, and are at times so narrow that you hit a railing with your left end of the handle bar and the pedestrians with your right end. It was the first time in a while that I was actually scared riding my bike. When bike paths are so far off the travel lanes of cars there is no way they can see you when they turn and there was also quite a bit of dealing with blind driveways and wrong-way cyclists. Sigh, I could spend another day writing about this subject...
But instead I should describe the last couple of days before I left. Besides the farewell lunch with my coworkers I had plenty of packing to do. I managed to ship 2 boxes and get most of the rest of my stuff in two other boxes, but I just wasn't able to finish the job completely, which luckily means that I will have an excuse to go back to California after the thesis in Africa (remember? This blog is really about my thesis...)
Anyway, after visiting with friends today I will head to Nova Gorica, Slovenia, tomorrow to finish up my work at hp.
Yesterday's flight I consider great, though - not because of the carbon credits that I was presented with at a good-bye party last Saturday that was unexpectedly thrown from my bike advocacy buddies in Roseville, but because I could actually sleep in the plane. This doesn't happen often, but I did notice that a night flight helps out a great deal.
I missed the start, the first meal and most of two out of three movies. Only in the middle was I awake long enough to see Ben Stiller fight it out in the NY Natural Museum of Living History. I actually almost missed the second meal, but I had dozed off lightly enough that that stewardess' tap on my arm woke me up. She probably was concerned that I hadn't gotten anything to eat or drink - they rarely realize that I always bring gallons of liquids since I have noticed in the past that the more I drink the less problems with jet lag I have. The meal was a shock as for some reason I expected breakfast, but of course by now we were close to landing and it really was 5pm already...They served potato cakes over a bed of tomato-marinated egg-plant with a side of broccoli. For dessert they offered a fruit platter with a variety of freshly grown or-can-ic ingredients. This first (or was it economy?) class meal was even served with a FREE roll of bread.
Well, enough about that - I enjoyed Munich last night. At around 86F there wasn't much of a weather shock to be had. That was about the same temperature when I left Roseville. We went out last night and I enjoyed my first bike ride in Munich ever, I think. I tell you, California is so much more fun riding your bike. You aren't restricted to side walks, which they call bike paths here, and are at times so narrow that you hit a railing with your left end of the handle bar and the pedestrians with your right end. It was the first time in a while that I was actually scared riding my bike. When bike paths are so far off the travel lanes of cars there is no way they can see you when they turn and there was also quite a bit of dealing with blind driveways and wrong-way cyclists. Sigh, I could spend another day writing about this subject...
But instead I should describe the last couple of days before I left. Besides the farewell lunch with my coworkers I had plenty of packing to do. I managed to ship 2 boxes and get most of the rest of my stuff in two other boxes, but I just wasn't able to finish the job completely, which luckily means that I will have an excuse to go back to California after the thesis in Africa (remember? This blog is really about my thesis...)
Anyway, after visiting with friends today I will head to Nova Gorica, Slovenia, tomorrow to finish up my work at hp.
Monday, 21 May 2007
who said laundry isn't fun?
For years I have been repeating the same pattern: Whenever I put on a worn piece of clothing I had the intention of throwing it away after wearing it "one last time". Then I forgot about it, it ended up in the laundry, and once washed I couldn't justify throwing it away...
This is how ended up with my golf collection (you know, any cloths that have 18 holes...). But now with the move coming up things are getting easier. I came home from a bike ride yesterday evening and the holy bike pants (one too many crashes) and the old socks can go immediately in th trash can. The fun way of doing laundry...
I also am proud of myself that I was able to reduce my (non-digital) photo collection that I accumulated in the last 10 years to about 50 photos that I want to keep. That is much more manageable.
Three more days to fit the rest of the clutter in my backpack...
This is how ended up with my golf collection (you know, any cloths that have 18 holes...). But now with the move coming up things are getting easier. I came home from a bike ride yesterday evening and the holy bike pants (one too many crashes) and the old socks can go immediately in th trash can. The fun way of doing laundry...
I also am proud of myself that I was able to reduce my (non-digital) photo collection that I accumulated in the last 10 years to about 50 photos that I want to keep. That is much more manageable.
Three more days to fit the rest of the clutter in my backpack...
Saturday, 19 May 2007
Stuff, stuff, and stuff
Getting rid of all my stuff has not been as easy as I initially thought. Little things pile up that can't easily be thrown away, be it a drawing my niece made when she was 5, my LCI certificate that qualifies me to teach the bike classes or the German environmental law books that I bought for my studies, but which could come in handy with any kind of job in Europe.
Well, there is one more trip to the Thrift store planned for the next couple of days, but I am looking into shipping some stuff to Europe.
Also, today will be my last Rabies shot. Good to have that finally over. Because of my delay I also will have the advantage of being able to completely finish my Hepatitis A/B vaccination. The third shot has to be done 6 months after the second (or was it after the first?). I was told that having two is better than nothing and accelerating the third shot doesn't have any benefit. But now I should be ok to get the third dose before I leave.
I am leaving Thursday, so I have a few more days to clean everything up. I am really looking forward to what's ahead of me!
Well, there is one more trip to the Thrift store planned for the next couple of days, but I am looking into shipping some stuff to Europe.
Also, today will be my last Rabies shot. Good to have that finally over. Because of my delay I also will have the advantage of being able to completely finish my Hepatitis A/B vaccination. The third shot has to be done 6 months after the second (or was it after the first?). I was told that having two is better than nothing and accelerating the third shot doesn't have any benefit. But now I should be ok to get the third dose before I leave.
I am leaving Thursday, so I have a few more days to clean everything up. I am really looking forward to what's ahead of me!
Monday, 14 May 2007
Who needs pants?
This weekend was the big get-rid-of-as-much-stuff as-possible day to . It is amazing what accumulates in ten years, though the biggies (clothing and books) I was able to haul off with just one trailer load. Although coming home I was struggling a bit as I realized that whatever shorts didn't make it to the thrift store were in the laundry. And it is getting quite warm here...
I also washed my bike to with a pair of socks. Trying to not let anything go to waste here...I will see if I can sell my road bike.
As far as my new job goes, I have already started some training and in fact uploaded a few pictures and results. But the main thing to concentrate on this week is to do all the necessary bureaucratic stuff like changing addresses and also figuring out health insurance and the Belgian tax system. One of the star riders in Belgium (Tom Boonen) lives in Monaco, by his own account because of taxes. That'll give you an idea of the tax rates...
It's high - according to one table I saw even higher than in the Scandinavian countries, if that is possible. As long as it means I get to use the Health Insurance I am ok, but so far my understanding is that is only possible if the employer is Belgian, which is not the case for me (it's an Australian company).
I also washed my bike to with a pair of socks. Trying to not let anything go to waste here...I will see if I can sell my road bike.
As far as my new job goes, I have already started some training and in fact uploaded a few pictures and results. But the main thing to concentrate on this week is to do all the necessary bureaucratic stuff like changing addresses and also figuring out health insurance and the Belgian tax system. One of the star riders in Belgium (Tom Boonen) lives in Monaco, by his own account because of taxes. That'll give you an idea of the tax rates...
It's high - according to one table I saw even higher than in the Scandinavian countries, if that is possible. As long as it means I get to use the Health Insurance I am ok, but so far my understanding is that is only possible if the employer is Belgian, which is not the case for me (it's an Australian company).
Thursday, 10 May 2007
Life is like a box of chocolate...
actually, the past week life felt more like being caught in the high-speed spin cycle of our trusted washer. First, my plan to take off an unspecified amount of time from hp to pursue my master's thesis in Tanzania didn't quite pan out. But a friend of mine works for a cycling news organization and they were looking for a person in Europe. I still want to do go to Africa, but they needed someone right away. We ended up with the compromise that I'll go in the off-season, starting in October, right after the Cycling World Championships. Which will be held in Stuttgart, the town I was born in. Talking about coming full circle...
The job will be mostly a computer job, uploading results, editing the news from the various contributors and keeping the web site accurate. Eventually there will be some opportunity to write some articles and do interviews.
The cool part is that an apartment in Gent is provided, Belgium. The even better part is that the 2nd stage of the Tour de France will end virtually right outside the door.
Anyway, big change of plans and I'll keep you posted on what is happening next. I certainly have plenty of things to do right now with finishing up my job, getting rid of all my stuff, and preparing for the big move across the pond.
The job will be mostly a computer job, uploading results, editing the news from the various contributors and keeping the web site accurate. Eventually there will be some opportunity to write some articles and do interviews.
The cool part is that an apartment in Gent is provided, Belgium. The even better part is that the 2nd stage of the Tour de France will end virtually right outside the door.
Anyway, big change of plans and I'll keep you posted on what is happening next. I certainly have plenty of things to do right now with finishing up my job, getting rid of all my stuff, and preparing for the big move across the pond.
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