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Thursday, January 30, 2014

A New Kind of Adventure

"If something happens, just run as fast as you can."

Um. Did I just hear that correctly with earplugs blocking out only some of the loud hum of the C130 I was strapped up in the cargo bay of? A quick look at my coworker, dressed in just as many layers as me, confirmed that I had. What did we get ourselves into?

Not quite the same experience I had on Turkish Airways just a few weeks ago, but I found it somewhat reassuring that I could see my bag stacked on a pallet 10 feet away so I knew it was on board. Shoot the fact that the bathroom was a curtain and a bucket didn't even phase me because I was finally on my way to Rota!

The flight experience was sure something I'll never forget. Think old war footage with soldiers in the planes and that was pretty much us. Well, not quite between having to rely on my pilot coworkers to maneuver my seat-belt and keep telling me what was next, I have never felt like such a rookie flyer. Of course I didn't look like a homeless person standing in a small huddle with a beanie tight over my head, hands jammed into my jacket pockets  like some of the guys did. Some of us seriously wondered if they were going to light our luggage on fire to keep warm. (Yeah, it was really cold!)

The flight home was better for me because I know people and made my way up to the cockpit. Yes- it was awesome! How many times in one's life do you get to see the view from the sky out of the front window? And? There was heat up there so as I defrosted and chatted with the guys I just had to keep reminding myself that I was several thousand feet about the ground and not to panic and grab any of the hundreds of switches lining the ceiling and panels. The best part? I was actually still up there as we made our approach into Naples and landed. So many things need to take place to land and for once I got to see behind the scenes. I <3 my pilots.

So no, I didn't just fly up and back to Rota to log time riding as cargo. I headed up with several coworkers to go meet with the crew aboard the USNS SPEARHEAD, MSC's first of 10 Joint High Speed Vessels. She's not your average boat in capabilities or appearance...but she's really impressive. For you non Navy types, here's Katie's summary of JHSV- it's a really fast moving platform that can be outfitted with different modules depending on the mission. Best part? It doesn't cost nearly as much as ones built in the past! Inside, it really reminded me of the ferry we took to Sicily- complete with open cargo bay and lots of seats for the passengers. (If you want to read more, you should probably Google it and you'll find one of the publications that our PAO team has put out there.)

I spent the better part of a day touring the ship...hanging out on the bridge, climbing ladders down in the belly of the ship to see the engines, generators, and shafts. Our tour guide? The ship's Master, another fabulous CIVMAR that I've been able to meet with my gig here at MSC. I love it when they take time, my boss as well, to explain to me exactly how things work because should there be an issue and that funding document crosses my desk I a) know who I'm helping out, and b) know more or less what that #4 generator or shaft seal is.

Despite not securing a good spot to stow away, I was able to pick up a coin to commemorate this trip and maybe one day if there are more than 10 of these floating around the ocean to tell my kids I stepped foot on the first one after she made her first trek across the Atlantic to Rota where it was our office who supported her during her time in this part of the world.

Yes. I do hear myself. I'm not only talking about ships, but I'm excited about them. I'll be honest, some times after a ship tour, which reminds me about my time at sea, I can't help but wonder if I really belong behind a desk all day. And I think it's very clear my time as a DA Girl are behind me as I now speak Navy more fluently than Army.


Friday, January 24, 2014

Naples Bucket List

When I first arrived in Naples May of 2011, I had a list called "Getting Outside the Wire." The list was formulated while I was living "within the wire" in TLA (my hotel living for 90 days) to make sure I started right away to escape the comfort of the base and really experience Naples during my tour. I'm proud to say that I've accomplished nearly everything on that list over the past few years.

So now what?

Oh, it's time for another list! This time though? It's the list of everything I'll kick myself if I don't get these things done before I leave Naples. I'm throwing it out there so that y'all still in Naples can add your most memorable trips/site seeing tours and also so that those of you already out of Naples can add your 2 cents. I want to know what you have missed the most and/or what you wish you had done/bought before leaving.

Trips to Take
  • Pisa & Lucca
  • Nove (more dishes?)
  • Tuscany Wine Weekend 
  • Etruscan Caves/Tomb
  • Greece: Athens

Must See
  • San Gennaro Crypt
  • Santa Chiara Cloister

Things to Buy/Find
  • Lava Table
  • Large damigiana (clear) & stand
  • Large olive jar (for punch bowl)  
  • Wine for shipment- get feedback from dad for caretaker % 

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Did You Come for the Turkey Too?

I still don't know why Turkey is called Turkey, but I think it's a little inaccurate. I mean, before we even reached our hotel, no less than 4 kitties were spotted from our VIP car. I already mentioned that our first night we counted 21! The count just shot up from there, even when we were careful not to add all the ones we saw in the same areas as to not to double/triple count some of the kitties.

I didn't see a single turkey on our trip. Not even on a menu. 

The cats of Istanbul were all very friendly and with the exception of a few, most had plenty of padding on their bones and didn't look too mangy. Nico's double was one that had an wound and it made me feel so guilty I left him home alone for another long weekend.

It wasn't until our second day of markets did we realize that like most items at the Egyptian Market could you also buy dog food, cat food, and bird seed by bulk. Later that evening walking back from the other side of the water, we saw more than a few kitties sneaking under the tarps at these stalls. Smart kitties.

Of course the visitors like us who smuggle out left of food to feed kitties on the walk back doesn't hurt their cause at all. It seemed that every shop had a cat guarding it. In the hippodrome area there were even tubs of water and piles of food left out! So despite me not only highlighting the fact there were so many kitties and you know, all the pictures showing me playing/feeding with them I'm not alone in my efforts! I'm just sad I couldn't bring one of the puff balls we found the last night when I was sharing cheesy bread with them. 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Hey Lady

Hey Lady.
California movie star! 
Beautiful. Perfect. Welcome.
A face without freckles is like a night's sky without stars.
Hello your majesty.
Do you need a body guard? 
This is the second time I've seen you today; the first time you were in my dreams.

Then of course there were lots of variations of "let's go grab a drink," "call me tonight," and "you're beautiful." Seriously. This is worse than Italy.

Of course when they are trying to sell you something it's just the kick off to the cultural past time of pazarlik (bargaining). And here at the markets there is no time to catch up to the learning curve!

Kapalı Carşı (The Grand Bazaar)

This is one of the oldest and largest covered bazaars in the world, and wandering around it is worse than using an out of date GPS map in downtown Naples. Even when the traffic patterns keep changing on account of road work!

After the Ottoman invasion in 1453, Sultan Mehemet II established the bazaar in which cloth and textiles were originally sold by nomadic peoples. Over the years other markets joined near to form the large complex seen today, although the distinct areas for various merchandise still remains, it is a little blurry with many vendors branching into general touristy crap. 

We probably only covered 10% of the place on account of being directionally challenged. It's tough for someone who relies on landmarks to know where she is when every other booth looks the same! And before you start passing judgement on my "being directionally challenged" statement, I'd like to explain that there's about 4,000 stalls tucked along the 61 streets and it's so big that you can spot it from the air. Plus the distractions of pretty lights, soft scarves, and guys calling out "hey lady" adds to your level of stress. And as if that's not enough...you don't want to look to much at the vendors or the items because then the "hey lady" turns into "looking is free" which then results in feeling terrible as you walk away and you know they are still speaking to you, even if it's not in a language you understand. We did see various sections: jewelry, textiles, ceramics, clothes, & general tourist stuffs.

My case in point? I was looking for a gift for one of my friends. A booth looked promising and so I was led to an itty bitty room with thousands of scarves. When I didn't see anything that would work we thanked them for their time and left. Well, we tried. "Ali", my soon-to-be Turkish boyfriend, offered to show us jijim. Um what?

Dangit Katie, why do you always want to learn about things?

And that's how we ended up sitting on the couch and beautiful woven blankets were spread out, all over the room.  "Ali" showed us the various "California Party Blankets" as we sipped hot apple tea. Jijim are from Anatolia and still handmade by women using looms. They are often made as part of a bride's hope chest and as such, often two matching ones are made- one to take and one to leave at home with her family. All are unique depending on the region and woman creating them. And they are beautiful!

Between sharing his family's story, the culture of these blankets we learned that "Ali" had lived in New York, and then asked if I was a lawyer because it's clear I am a strong woman. Really? Well, he was a lawyer out there (allegedly) until he moved back home to help with the family business of the 6 carpet shops, a few restaurants, and a hotel.

When I asked about the stack of fabric still on the shelf he showed me the beautiful silk squares of fabric. I laughed and made a comment that  my dog would get on it and ruin it. Hey, why should I be totally honest with the guy? I bet he wasn't 100% honest with me! Turns out he has a cat. That sleeps with him every night. And then he showed me the pattern of the one he's had for 13 years on his bed, and offered to show it to us if we came over to his house. Ha. Lawyer turned business man? Deadly combination.

After over a hour sitting, making small talk, flirting, trying not to totally insult him on making him drop the price but not paying nearly what he wanted me to for the 4 items we reached a price and drinks later at his restaurant. Oops. Totally didn't keep that date but it knocked another $50 off the price.

Even after the sale we sat and chatted over another round of apple tea, took pictures, and heard more about the life of a millionaire in Istanbul. Oh and I learned his real name is Sela. See? I told you I didn't think he was telling us the truth! His business card did in fact show a longer name but it started with Sela, so I guess we were finally in that point of our relationship I could learn his real name? 

As we got up to leave he presented me with a scarf he picked out to match my outfit. Aw, apparently I either made an impression, he was happy to have made his first sale of the day, or, most likely, I didn't do as good as I thought I had. Oh well. I love what I got and am happy with the price I paid for the items and all the entertainment I had along the way. Sometimes the best souvenirs from a trip isn't the item but the story behind the item- you know?

We continued walking through the market for some time after, basking in all the attention, trying to figure out what else we needed. After asking a million people about the lamps I finally settled on one...partly out of exhausting of playing the "Let's Make a Deal" game, but mostly because I couldn't remember where the booth was with the green one I liked so much! 

Mısır Çarşısı (The Egyptian/Spice Bazaar)

Round two of our market shopping lead us to the Spice Market with a list of booth numbers we had read about and a rough idea about the L-shaped building filled with vendors selling spices, dried fruit, and lokum (Turkish delight). 

Much calmer than the Grand Bazaar, the Egyptian Market has only been around since 1660. It was originally constructed as part of the nearby mosque to help fund the upkeep of the mosque. The name, Egyptian Market, comes from the fact that many of the items sold in the market were routed through Cario.

We walked up and down the market most of the vendors had the same bins and piles of spices- and giving us samples which turned out to be our lunch this afternoon. Our first stop was booth #51 where we tasted several spice options but ended up walking out with various types of tea: Istanbul tea, apple tea, anit-stress tea, spicy tea. Oh and a 1/2 kilo of lokum for the coworkers (that's still sitting on my desk unopened....oops.)  

We stopped in a several booths within the market, but I think we had more success on the surrounding street, outside the actual market structure. This is where I scored on some curry powder and spicy meat seasoning at a fraction of the price it was being sold for inside. My favorite part of this booth? When I said I was from California, they guy said "California almonds" as he pointed to the bin of almonds. 

Hands down the experience of this market was the last booth we hit. A tiny older man pulled us in and just started handing us pinches of various spices after listing off about 15 states for some reason. The first one he handed us was the Istanbul seasoning which from what I could tell consists of peppers, oregano, parsley, salt, paprika and some things along that line. It sure packed a punch! Our next sample? I wish I had a recording of this because even with each time I retell it, I can't help but laugh and then really question my rationale for going along with it...

Vendor: Here, try this. He extends his index finger with a tiny clear crystal on it. 
Me: Um, what is it?
Vendor pushing it onto the palm of my hand: Lemon salt
Me looking at Marlene to make sure she knows what's going on I cautionsly try it: It is salt! And it's very lemon flavored. Marlene, you've got to try this! 

Turns out you can use this salt for just about anything: fish, salad, soup, meat, gin & tonics (yeah, I was hooked on that one), and if you drink it daily for a few months it's a good cleanse. Sold! I'll take 100grams, vacuumed packed. By the way is the best prop ever when retelling your tale to all your coworkers about the random crystal tasting you did with their coworker you were responsible for.    

Over all, both markets proved to be worth the hours we spent walking through them. It was not only a great way to leave our money in the city, but also to chat with locals and really experience a portion of the culture. The vendors took time explaining their wares over coffee and tea and were never pushy! Next time I go back (yep, I love it that much, I'm already talking about the next time) I may just do a shopping weekend with a map so I can make sure I don't get lost in my quest for the best deal.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Sultana for a Day

A long weekend in Istanbul? What were we thinking?! There's a lot to see, taste, buy, and experience in this historical city! Our mission? To get it all done!

The day started off at Yerebatan Sarnici (The Basilica Cistern) which is the underground cistern built between 529-565AD by the Byzantine Emperor. It was only re-discovered in the recent past when stories of pails being lowered into the ground would result in water and occasionally a fish. Of course when it was rediscovered it looked more like a garbage dump (complete with a few bodies). But that's not the case today!

Under the city, we explored the 336 columns creating a space large enough for 100,000 tons of water. The water only looked a few feet deep which was plenty to keep the carp swimming lazily between the columns in the dimly lit cavern. The claim to fame at this site are the the 2 Medusa head columns. No one is quite sure why or how they are there, but they add some character to the site...especially the one upside down!

Our favorite part of this place? The costumed pictures! I mean, we did come all the way to Istanbul- I better get to be Sultana for a day! We probably had way to much fun with our photo shoot but we were one of the few people down there, so it's okay to be a tourist- right? And we even got to practice our bargaining skills when getting the entire disc of pictures for less than the price of 3 printed ones.

Next stop on our tour- The Blue Mosque which we had already been rather impressed with the night before. As we made our way to the entrance someone lead us in, assuring us he did not work for a tour group and started walking us to the courtyard and assisting with where visitors entered. He asked if we were sisters, so we went with it.

Nothing in the world would have prepared me for the next words out of his mouth- (looking at Marlene) you look Mexican, but your sister (me) doesn't. If he only knew. Fighting back laughter I tried to pretend I didn't hear that exchange...

I was going to say we had different fathers but he then started talking about taking us to see his carpet store afterwards and when we declined, he let us be to get prepared to enter the mosque. Being prepared, we removed our shoes and covered our heads. The lady in front of us had some serious issues understanding the requirements so the man waved us through letting us know we were "beautiful and perfect."

Aside from the faint(ish) smell of feet, the mosque was beautiful inside. The carpeted floor was a stark contrast to any cathedral I've visited in the past 2 years; as were the low hanging lights from the really (really) tall ceiling.

The majority of our day was spent in the Grand Bazzar but once we were shopped out, we enjoyed a dinner of kebab before heading to a Whirling Dervish show. Before deciding to spend our evening at this event we had read several reviews about the various venues. After reading some rather critical reviews, we looked at each other and seriously questioned if we could actually watching men spinning in a circle for an hour...but when in Istanbul.

 Little did we know we were going to be educated on the history of this practice. Turns out (like most of their culture) is Muslim based. A certain order performs these Sema ceremonies to reach religious ecstasy.  Chances are your current facial expression is similar to mine when I learned the context, along with 90% of the mostly western culture audience. Once I got the idea that I really would be watching 5 men bow and spin for nearly an hour, I found it more entertaining to watch the facial expressions of the audience seated around the circular performing area. The spinning was rather impressive, but watching in on a religious ceremony seemed really odd to me. Like we agreed- it was a check in the box because we were there but really have no need to ever go again. Even Juan the Gnome found it a tad odd, although he did enjoy his picture opportunity!

Friday, January 17, 2014

Destination: Istanbul

"Istanbul was Constantinople, now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople. Been a long time gone, Constantinople. Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night."

Blame my cowoker for getting that one stuck in my head. Two days ago. But you know what? It's a few days past the full moon and Turkish delight is on just about every street corner.

I'm tired and we've got a fully packed day of bargaining ahead so here are my initial thoughts on this place and/or events that have taken place since landing about 6 hours ago:

Praise God there were no issues with my passport AND (tada!) my last empty page now has a sweet Turkish Visa and stamp on it.

My brother was awaiting us just where were told with another VIP status sign, this time reading Katherina. Despite learning that neither of us were Muslim, he still gave us his number if we wanted to go out sometime this weekend. Did I mention he thought I was French?

Our driver brought us through the city (rather modern) to the old part of town. It's really old and doesn't scream Tuscan hill town. I'm in love. As we were shown around the hotel, the last of the calls to prayer (sunset) was being played. It's really loud and I think the pre-dawn call will be an alarm clock in the morning...

This city has a ton of cats. A lot of orange cats! Really orange cats. Our count tonight was 21 (all types of cats). #14 was my favorite and came running to me when I made my default "Nico noise." I felt terrible as I had nothing for him other than love. He took it and love it, so much that he followed us to the pillar that all distances were once measured from. We'll see if he keeps our date we set for tomorrow morning when I plan on smuggling some breakfast food to him.

After the incident at the airport where Marlene was asked if she was Indian, and I taken for French we're starting a list of what people think we are. So far I'm French, Greek, & Spanish. It's so hard to not smile when you understand what the restaurant guy is shouting at you from across the street to get your attention. Wait. I mean, brothers since I'm apparently their sister?

Despite being on high alert most the evening and getting some strange looks from locals (since it's just us 2 girls) at no time did we not feel safe. That is until we realized the guy were trying to having us pass kept letting us catch back up. SITUATIONAL AWARENESS PEOPLE. That and  2/3s of the office may have all given us their "be safe" lectures like the fabulous big brothers they are. Luckily, we were close to the hotel and we may have made it pretty clear we knew he was there with our continual look backs. No problems. Honest.

Alright- only 2.5 days here and we've already seen the major area (which happens to be a 5 minute walk from this adorable hotel) in the dark.

Oh. Did I mention we have a Turkish Bath thingy in our bathroom? When we were checked in, they wanted to make sure we knew that we had the largest room in the place and the nicest one on account of the bath thingy.

Fact #1 We're not sure how exactly how it works.
Fact #2 YouTube doesn't have the answer.
Fact #3 We're extremely thankful there is also a shower.
Fact #4 You'd think the bellhop would tell us how to use it if he's pointing out the closet "where to hang things?"
I'll figure it out domani.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

An Open Letter to My DOD Family

Dear DOD Family,

I need help and I know I can count on you!

Eight years ago I accepted a job offer with DON. That's crazy if you ask me but wait! It gets crazier because in less than 5 months (the initial length I thought I'd stay a DON employee) I am willingly leaving my job here in Naples. The really crazy part? I have no idea where I am going.

Hear it loud and clear- It is not my intent to leave DOD as I've enjoyed the challenges too much to walk away now!

For those that have worked with me in the past you know I get things done, even if it's not in my scope of work. I am a multitasking, hard working, incredibly organized worker that knows how to prioritize her tasks. I work well with others, but also on my own. I am a DTS expert through 8 years of using the system at various permission levels.

I understand the government's unique way of business when it comes to money in both appropriated funds and working capital funds. For the last 2.5 years I've added the additional layer of complexity by working overseas while serving as a financial specialist for urgent ship repairs, including those for the 6th Fleet Command Ship. Previous to this job I managed several accounts, working with sponsors to ensure funds were properly planned and executed.

Given this ever changing environment filled with budget cuts nothing is certain, but if your organization is accepting applications from "outsiders" and there is anything in the 0501 (or 034#) series as a GS12 can you let me know? I have the PSC covered from Naples to my new duty station, so that is not a concern. I also have 2 years left on my "overseas clock" and have no problem staying overseas.

Please email me (katieoropeza@gmail.com) if you have any leads. Also, I may be reaching out for new reference so be warned. :) Thanks for looking out for me- especially all my NPS alumni spread throughout the world. And I guess if this is all in vain...can I start making reservations as a couch surfer from when I'm sent back to California at the end of May? After all, I have spent the last few years in Italy, collecting wine and taking cooking classes to add my dishes to my cooking skills. Just saying. 

Monday, January 6, 2014

January: Re-Prioritizing My Time

There have been very few times in my life when I can honestly say I was faithful in my devotion times. I'm the kind that falls asleep mid bedtime prayer or somehow sleeps through that super early alarm. This should come as no shock to my Bible Study, but I'm also the one making the mad dash to the base to get my "homework" pounded out in the 45 minutes prior to start time. (How else is it always so fresh in my mind?)

In addition to neglecting my devo time, since heading to Italy I've been churchless. Luckily I did get plugged in with a women's study early on but let's face it- once a week is not really cutting it.

So...this first challenge was created because I suck at prioritizing my time. All those hours each week at work, on Facebook, watching movies, sleeping, and I can't put aside a fraction of an hour each morning?

Yep- time to reshuffle where my time is going.

So for the next 31 days (even when I'm on vacation) I will...

*Keep a prayer journal
*Read a daily devo
*Attend Bible study weekly (once it starts) & have all my reading/questions answered prior to Tuesday at lunch
*Pick a scripture to memorize each week (4 at the end of the month)

The goal? Besides feeling better about my priorities based on where my time is going? Give my spiritual life a nice jolt of "get your act together" and in the process get the wisdom I so desperately need for my next steps or at least peace with however it all pans out.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Walking, Walking, Walking

Flashback to our hotel room last night....

Me (legs up on the wall, convincing my legs they have more walking around Krakow in them): When does Schindler's Factory open?
Irma (looking up the information): 10.
Me: And the walking tour starts at???
Felicia: 10 and 130.
Me: Underground museum? 10? But we need to reserve a time slot- right? And we need 2-3 hours at each? Oh, there is no way we can do them all.

<< 5 minutes of talking back and forth about our options and prioritizing picks >>

Me: Wait! We can do it all and even have a short lunch break!


And that's how we toured for 10 hours in one day.

Lesson of the story:
When traveling, I want to do it all. I'm not a sit and sip coffee all afternoon in the main square kind of traveler. I'm a "this may be my only time here so I need to do it all even if it means I have 12+ hour days filled of adventure" kind of girl. Luckily, my travel partners on this trip already knew this about me and even better? They're all for it!
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Free walking tours are perhaps my favorite things ever because they take you around the city to get the lay of the land, you hear a local's perspective and did I mention they're my favorite price--- free! (Okay, not really when you tip the guide, but totally worth some of the travel budget for the information you learn and the awesome maps of the city they always have.) Worse case, you ditch the group mid-tour if it's terrible or fear you will forget where the museum is they just pointed out to come back later...but this was not the case at all!

Alyica was clearly proud of her town, Krakow. In the 2.5 hours we followed her around, we covered several miles in the city and about 400 years of Krakow's history- Kings, Austrian Empire, and more kings. We learned how "true Poles" were tested by saying 4 of the most challenging words in the Polish language: młyn (millhouse), soczewica (lentil), miele (milling), koło (wheel). Didn't pronounce it correctly? You're dead and only the Polish remained.

We learned about how the king is crowned, not born into the job so at one point, the daughter of the deceased king was crowned king while they looked for a husband for the young girl. They found someone which lead to the baptism of the nation so that they could join the Polish kingdom. By the way- back when? Poland was HUGE! The country boarders extended much past what they are today.

Walk though old told we heard stories about how the bell tower is the only part remaining of the city call after an ill-fated restoration. We heard learned about the stories that "every Pole knows" including the story as to why the trumpeter's song ends on a broken note on the top of every hour each of the 4 times he plays it. The player, a fireman, stands in the clock tower and each hour he first plays his song towards the palace, then market square, the city gate, and then the fire station. (Legend says it's because the invading tribes shot an arrow through is throat cutting his warning signal short...it's all false, made up by a local and told to an American journalist so the story continues on.)

At the University we heard about the professors lured to a conference on the German Culture shortly after the SS invaded. Rather than learned about the culture, they were arrested for starting the academic term without permission and then sent to prison camps. Here we also heard about the list of Poles who attended the school- among them Pope John Paul II (but he never graduated). We soon stood later under the the window t the Bishops Palace where he would deliver his speeches to the people when he would visit.

Our final stop lead us to Wawel Hill where the Royal Palace and Cathedral are situated. Although the country is now a democracy, the President still used the castle. We decided to "change our lives" by touching the "strange" wall where local legend says 1 of the 7 pieces of a material that fell from the sky landed on this site. Why? Well, Krakow did survive many invasions but never lost their castle. If that's not enough for you to drink the cool-aid,  this is the only section of wall of the entire castle that does not have a mold problem. (You can't make this stuff up!)

At the case of Wawel Hill, along the river, my pressing question about those dragons was finally answered! Situated outside of the Wawel Dragon's lair, we learned how he used to cause problems for the king by eating all the virgins. So the kind declared war on the dragon and announced to tall the knights that whoever killed the dragon could have half the kingdom and a bunch of riches. Knight after knight tried to slay the dragon, but they all died. After months of this, a shoemaker told the Kind he knew how to slay the dragon and asked if he did, if he could have the reward. The king doubted the ability of a shoemaker to kill the dragon, but agreed. The shoemaker, Krak, took a sheep's fleece, soaked it in sulfur, and left it at the entry of the dragon's lair. The hungry dragon devoured the "sheep" and became incredibly thirsty. He traveled down to the river and drank and drank and drank and drank and drank, drank, drank, drank, drank, drank, drank until all the water caused him to explode!  Krak got his reward and eventually was crowned King of the city. Krakow, translated means "city of Krack." Oh and the moral of the story? "Don't drink too much!"

Um yeah, of course I picked up a dragon Christmas ornament. (I decided Nico wouldn't like a baby dragon as a toy and would probably result in him bringing me even larger reptiles.) I mean, who doesn't like a dragon and now that I knew the story behind it? I'll always remember Krakow.

Sadly, that was the end of the walking tour...but not even the half way point in our day. Let's keep moving people...

Next stop: Rynek Underground 
 This museum was mentioned to us by our driver and also our guide on the walking tour so we knew it would be good! (If growing up in a touristy town has taught me anything- it's how to know what's really good versus what's really just a tourist trap based on the local opinion.)

So, the main square of Old Town has been around for a very long time. So long that over the centuries the roads were repaired by adding layers of sand/gravel to fill hole or cover the debris. This happened so many times that the current day square and Cloth Hall is slightly over 5 meters higher than it was in the midevil time of the city. One of the small churches in the square, was once on a small hill, but is now on the same level as the other buildings!


Excavation began in the mid 2000s and they were amazed with all they discovered- artifacts including the original roads from the 11th century! When the vase amounts of the items were realizes they created the  museum in what at one point was the main square, now 5 meters underground. The interactive museum had the items, but also videos and holograms of the busy markets, how fires were deadly to the city, and maps of the old town. The way of life was also explored through found graves and explaining burial practices, as to avoid vampires. A look of what the people looked like was also explored, having height charts to see where you stood among the average height. One display had you step on a scale to see what your weight was in 14th century Krakow measurements. The results? Well I'm only okay with posting it here because unless you have the conversions handy you don't know what I weighed in that day...and if you do? I swear it was the result of all those pirogi that first night in town!

There were also several movies about the town, through the various years, but once again, one the Red Army showed up to liberate them from the SS, the history sort of stopped. I don't get it. What about those 40+ years? Now I have to research or, come back and do the Commie walking tour.

Back above ground we set off for our 3rd destination. Little did we know the adventure in stores as we went in search of Schindler's Factory.

Turns out the tram number given to us as incorrect. With a lot of map reading (which we all know I'm terrible at, so luckily Andrew understands them) and a short trek through a residential area (near the old Jewish Ghetto at dusk which was only 4pm) we made it with just a few tickets left for the last admittances of the day.

The "factory" was a huge building that took us through Krakow in 1939 to 1947 as a resident of the city. Each year brought new issues: the joining of the war, SS invasion, concentration camps, a rescue by the Red Army. Although the focus was on the Jewish population at the time, there were many items from the SS invasion. Unfortunately as someone who doesn't read German or Polish many of the displays were simply pictures for me. Pictures that spoke more than most likely any translation could.

As we followed the history of Jews during this time- being forced into a ghetto, needing permission to leave, living in jammed quarters (it's estimated that each person had only 2 cubed meters of space). Accounts of children and adults written and translated on the wall mimicking the one once built around the area with pictures from the time. Perhaps the most haunting one was written by an 8 year old about how as the wall went up he realized that each segment looked like a tomb stone, foreshadowing the deaths of hundreds.

After our day spent at Auschwitz I began to see just what the experience was for many of the Jewish people prior to the miserable experience at the camps; more misery. Life in the Jewish Ghetto wasn't that much better- crowded conditions, starvation, fear of death, austere regulations. Although the Schindler story wasn't that huge part of the museum now in his former factory it was interesting to take a look into "his office." -->Side note. I'm now reading his wife's autobiography of that time frame and getting a much different impression of the story. I haven't quite finished it, but it is fascinating. I love how she says repeatedly that neither her or her husband were heroes, they just did what anyone would have...but they didn't. That's why so many died. 

So yeah, our crazy long day ended rather somberly. I recommend all three activities, although maybe not all on the same day? 

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Auschwitz- Birkenau

FOR EVER LET THIS PLACE BE A CRY OF DESPAIR AND A WARNING TO HUMANITY WHERE THE NAZIS MURDERED ABOUT ONE AND A HALF MILLION MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN MAINLY JEWS FROM VARIOUS COUNTRIES OF EUROPE.
AUSCHWITZ-BIRKENAU
1940-1945

I've been struggling with how to write this post for some time. In fact, I even asked others on the trip for feedback because how can do you write about the experience?  But its history needs to be known. Images need to be seen. The impact recognized. It's our responsibility (as a member of the human race) to allow anything even remotely close to this ever happening again.

Auschwitz is one of those places where no matter how much you have heard about the camp or expect the worst, the place still haunts you long after leaving the site.

Photographed faces looking down from frames lining the halls capturing the captives faces upon entry of the camp. Hundreds of fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, daughters, sons dressed in the stripped uniform of the camp and shaved heads. Some eyes shining with spirit and spunk, other eyes already losing their shine knowing what is to come. Dates of deportation to Auschwitz and date of death (typically just a few months later) reveal only the earlier years of the camp as the SS soon found it difficult to match their prisoners to the photos as the harsh conditions quickly took a healthy individual and turned him or her into a walking skeleton. The solution? A tattooed identification number on the forearm of each captive.

Items that were valuable or held value to those forced to leave their homes, having no idea where they were going or for how long, were packed carefully into suitcases with their name and address written on the outside. Large displays of piled of shoes, empty suitcases, clothing, eye glasses, shaving item, brushes only show a fraction of what personal items were brought as the really valuable, quality items were stored in a warehouse (dubbed Canada by the inmates) before being sent to Germany to be sold or used.

Hearing the eerie train whistle in the distance as you hear the tales of cattle cars rolling in, packed full with prisoners after their multi-day traveling ordeal- exhausted from standing the entire trip, weak from starvation, filthy. Seeing the extended track to speed up the process of getting the prisoners to the camp on account of walking the last few miles took too long. 

My feet standing where men were told to stand in one line and women and children in the other waiting for a glance from a doctor before being further separated into 2 groups: those who would be murdered immediately and those who would work to death.

Feeling the winter wind blowing through the blocks, bars in the cell, cold stone walls. Seeing ice crystals on the roof tops. Being reminded that it's been a "warm winter" as I wrap my scarf tighter and cover my hears with my hat before stuffing my gloved hands back in my pockets.

Traveling through acre after acre of buildings originally meant to hold livestock filled with 3 stack bunks jammed in to accommodate as many prisoners as possible. Despite this, each bed still held 3 people sleeping on their side until one had to rotate, which meant they all did.

I imaged what it was like: the lower bed just inches off the frozen ground filled with the weakest of individuals. Starving to death. Sick with typhoid.  Resembling more of a skeleton than a person. Those who were strong enough despite hunger, illness, and exhaustion would climb to the top bunk in attempt to be warmer. The advantage to the top bunk? Avoiding the 6 people sleeping above you showering you in diarrhea or vomit.

Is it really any wonder why prisoners would try to escape? Had I been in their place what would my reaction been? Work hard, stay unnoticed? Run myself into the high voltage fence? Scheme to escape, knowing I'm putting my block-mates at risk? Utilize the hospital but make sure I "recover" within 2 weeks time so I would be returned to the blocks and not the gas chamber?

Walking through Block 11 to see where "trials" of prisoners were held I only heard the shuffle of feet of the others as we listened to our guide through headphones. Seeing the basement where 10 men from one block would be held (until they starved to death) when a man from their block escaped (or attempted to). Seeing the tribute to a priest who volunteered for a young man that was once selected to be one of the 10. He ended up living many days longer than the other 9- only to be shot by the SS. Seeing the bathroom for victims to undress before walking into the neighboring courtyard to be shot against a wall or hung in small groups.

Filing through the dark gas chamber. Stopping first in the room where instructions were once given to undress and hang clothing on a numbered hook before entering into the "showers." Seeing the openings where the poison was dropped through to the unsuspecting people below. Hearing how the toxic worked while standing in front of case with empty tins and being told that each tin's content killed about 100 people. Seeing the various chambers used based on the number of victims as the gas worked best in warm places so victims would be packed in tightly and their body heat would activate the poison. Bodies would be stacked up by those still alive to try to escape and sometimes this would protect those on the very bottom layer who would be shot when the SS would clear the bodies out of the chamber to turn them into ashes and then fill large holes with the ashes. 


Seeing the crumbled ruins of the chamber used to murder. Destroyed crematories. Destroyed by the Nazis as they realized the Red Army was coming in; trying to destroy evidence of the camp.

Realizing that despite the thousands of other visitors at the camp with you, it is nothing in comparison to the at least 1,300,000 people that were sent to this camp alone by the Nazis. Of them, 1.1M Jews. The remaining consisting largely of Poles with much smaller numbers of Gypies, Soviet POWs, and prisoners of other ethnic groups. Trying to comprehend why of those sent to Auschwitz 1,100,000 died as a result of being born a certain ethnicity.

These are the reasons Auschwitz haunts you long after your departure. And I think rightfully so. 

Is it a place that I recommend you see? Most definitely. 

For me it is one of those things that I had to work up to it. When my sister and I toured Eastern Europe several years ago we visited a Jewish memorial. I still remember sitting with her, tears in both our eyes after listening to stories of camp survivors. We sat in that room both knowing we had other things to see in the city, but not wanting to leave as we stared at the large map on the wall with all the concentration camps marked. Then and there I knew one day I'd be visiting Auschwitz. Granted it was by route of Dachau Concentration Camp and the Anne Frank House, but like I said- work up to this one. It's huge and a bit of a challenge to take it all in when you stand within the walls of the compound and realize the evil that once took place on the now wide open plain dotted with trees.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Destination: Poland

Nope, I didn't wait long in the new year for my adventures to start; you can't with only 5 months rapidly ticking down on the Italy clock.

By 1300 we were checked in and through security waiting at the gate for Katowice, Poland. In fact we, (Otte family + Felicia) all had priority boarding so we had our VIP section on the bus. "Had" as in this is still Italy so you really can't pay for personal space. The non Italians that boarded our section realized our "VIP status" and moved. The Italians? Ha. Ha. Really?

Temperatures didn't seem too cold when we arrived in Katowice and met Slawek holding a sign with my name on it. I told you- VIP status is Poland. Okay, maybe not really VIP status since it was a 8.5x11 piece of paper with my name written with a Sharpe, but he was there to be our driver to Krakow. The drive was just over an hour and what felt like on major back roads through country. At the first stop light when all the cars stopped we were in shock. As we explained it to the driver, he seemed to not believe that driving is how we described it in Naples...yet later on he ran a red light and I'm pretty sure that was because he was trying to welcome us to the country. (It was also way too late for him to stop given that the road temp was right around freezing.)

After a quick check in, we bundled up since the outside temp was 1C and still dropping. And yeah, it was feeling cold at this point as we headed towards the main square in search of dinner. Surprisingly most places were open as it is January 1st. I spotted a fabulously decorated places and we opted for pierogi for dinner. Unfortunately at the counter as we placed our orders we learned that they had very few of the types left (and no soup) after being open since 3am after a huge concert to ring in the new year. Having really no clue what we were getting (and wondering why these were the ones left) we ended up ordering a lot. As in too much. But as we sat and talked and kept passing the trays around, the number on the table shrunk. Okay, maybe I was the one eating all the cherry and poppy seed ones but they were yummy and totally worth the mess they left my teeth in.

With way too many pierogi in our bellies (man oh man do they stick on you) we had to walk. EVERYONE knows you can't go to sleep with a belly full of pierogi. And yes, this is part of the reason it's past 11 and I'm still awake. After an hour or so of walking (and feeling rather frozen) I can say I have these initial thoughts on Krakow: they like their chocolate shops almost as much as kebabs. Shops appear to be unique and in all the souvenir shops they're are a lot of dragons...I need to figure out why.

But not now.

I need to get to sleep because tomorrow is our half day at Auschwitz then the salt mine. I'm pretty sure that only under the ground (in the mines) will I be warm on this trip. Woohoo! I'm finally in Poland and have a ton of exploring to do in these few days.

2014: The Year of Possibilites

For the past several years I've been creating resolutions based on the '# year we're in. It was 13 for 2013, 12 for 2012, 11 for 2011...got it? Like many others, despite my resolutions varying in difficulty even the easy ones seemed to be unaccomplished by the end of the year. Many of my goals even crossed years. I get it- sometimes "fleeing Monterey" takes way more time than you'd think just to make sure it's where you're really supposed to be. Shoot. I'm still waiting for Prince Charming...have been since 2010. 

But then sometimes? Well sometimes I'm just slacking across multiple years and it's better to give up. Case in point? I've got t-rex arms. I've got it. I am accepting the fact that I will probably die before I ever complete 5 unassisted pull ups. Or 3. Or a single one.

Needless to say, I'm mixing it up in 2014. I figure this will be another big year for me so why not go crazy and mess with tradition? The mix-up? Rather than making 14 goals for this new year, I'm capping it at 12- one for each month. As in a set goal to have done at the conclusion of each month. A mere 28, 30, or 31 days rather than 365 to get something done. Maybe with a short fuse I can get more done?

Hey. It's a new approach. And yes, it's a new year. So right now, here's how my 2014 is looking to shape up in terms of goals/resolutions:

January: Re-Prioritizing My Time
February: Face to Face (Life's Too Short for Other's Drama)
March: Letting Go
April: Spotlight Katie O.

May: It's Okay to Ask for Help
June: Blog Time
July: For the Love of Food
August: It's Not About Me

September: Getting Crafty
October: Time to Go 'Sploring
November: A Picture a Day
December: Expanding Traditions

Within each month guidelines will be established prior to the first. So...I encourage you to support my goals where you can- hit the gym with me, don't let me skip Bible Study, give me volunteering info, or be a new recipe taster.

Ready or not, 2014 is here and I'm ready...are you?