Gundy in Salzburg

The End of One Story

2008-12-06T19:21:00.000-08:00

As is evident from the date, a good deal of time has passed, and we've been back in Bluffton since July 4, when we drove south from Detroit in my sister Kate's car with fireworks going off all around us on the plains of northwest Ohio. It was great in many ways to get back, see our many friends and family members, find our house and vehicles waiting for us, and return to jobs that we both enjoy, at least most days.

On the other hand, neither of us will ever forget our time in Salzburg, and we'd go back again tomorrow if we had the chance. We left behind many new friends, and connections to that part of the world that we'll cherish forever.

I will very likely not be adding more to this blog, but I expect to come back to it every now and then, for nostalgia's sake, and I hope that once in a while someone else will do so too.

Corrections, Apologies, Observations, Etc.

2008-06-23T02:22:00.000-07:00

1. Even those of us with advanced degrees should let our spouses read our blog entries before posting them irrevocably on the web.
2. Sorry for all the typos in the last post. What can I say? I was tired. But how lame is that?
3. As for the layout of photos and text, which is confusing, all I can say is that neither the "compose" window nor the "preview" window in this program looks quite like the actual blog window. In the "preview" window the text and photos did at least mainly line up. I think free programs like this one ought to be perfect, don't you?
4. Grumble, grumble.
5. The largest correction, which eventually I hope became clear to anyone who read this, is that we went with Bill and Sharon to Vienna and then on to BUDAPEST, not Salzburg.

With all that out of the way, another brief travel report: yesterday we took the bus back to St. Gilgen, took the cable car to the top of the Zwölferhorn mountain, had a fine lunch up there, then took a quick look at Fueschlsee (another lake close by) on the way back. It was a hot day, and the buses were packed with people coming out to the beach and going back. The bus going out also had major problems with the air conditioning; we were pretty much parboiled by the time we got to St. Gilgen.

But the views from the mountain were wonderful. On the left you can see the restaurant where we ate under one of the red umbrellas, the end of Wolfgangsee and the village of St. Gilgen, and part of Mondsee in the background. And here's Marlyce with the other end of Wolfgangsee behind her.

Visitors, Travels, and Time Passing

2008-06-21T12:31:00.000-07:00

It's been exactly a month since my last entry, and I've fallen so far behind that I don't know how to catch up. Since then, we've gone to Munich and the Neuschwanstein castle with Joel and Jenny, and then sent them off on their way home. We had about ten days on our own, then our friends Sharon and Bill Schermbrucker arrived from Vancouver for two weeks (Sharon is Marlyce's childhood friend and singing partner). We had a lot of fun with them, including a four-day trip to Vienna and Budapest and several smaller outings in the area and around Salzburg. Yesterday they left as well, and today Marlyce and I made what seemed like an epic journey on our bikes to the Freilicht (Open Air) Museum near Salzburg, a fine collwection of historic buildings from all over this part of Austria. e'll be heading back to Bluffton in less than two weeks. I am expecting about 145 finals for my North American Civ. class (though I just have to grade one essay question for each one), 18 20-page papers for my seminar class, and 5 10-pagers for my other class.

There. Caught up, right? Well, OK, I'll put some photos in, and add some comments and stories.

Here's Marlyce with Joel and Jenny at a street cafe in Munich that seems to have been there forever. We got a great deal on the train trip there--29 euros/day for all for of us--but that was complicated by a large number of German soccer fans who got on with large quantities of beer which they set to work consuming at once, though it was still morning. They were more loud than anything, but it did make it hard to doze on the train.

We spent a good part of the day in the Deutsches Museum, which was sort of like the Museum of Science of Industry crossed with the Smithsonian, German style--airplanes, bridges, science, all sorts of stuff. In the evening we walked around in the famous, huge English Gardens, where a select band of hearty folk actually surf on a curious ripple in a fast-moving stream. But for another photo, here are Joel and Jenny, inspired by the statue behind them.

The next day we took another train out into the country, then a couple of buses up into the mountains to see one of the grandest of King Ludwig's castles. He was a 19th century king of Bavaria who was more or less a figurehead, so he whiled away his time and money building castles until the rest of the government got tired of it and had him declared unfit. He died the very next day, in suspicious circumstances, but left behind these gaudy, extravagant buildings. I hear it's good to be king. We took the full tour (and of course took in the mountain scenery as well). King L. died before Neuschwanstein was finished, and within a few weeks the government was showing paying customers through it on tours, a practice that continues to this day. Maybe it's not as good to be king as it used to be. Anyway, it's better to build a grand useless building than to drop a lot of bombs on people, don't you think?

Marlyce and I made a day trip out to Mondsee the next weekend, partly to see the church there which was used for Julie Andrews' wedding in Sound of Music and partly to ride around on the lake in a cool little electric boat. The lake was fine, but a lot like Wolfgangsee (see below) so I'll just drop in a picture of the inside of the church. It's fancy.

Here are Bill and Sharon with us on their first day here, doing the obligatory Mirabell Garden visit. We had fun showing them the Salzburg landmarks and feeling like real veterans. We also took a half-day cruise on the Danube from Krems to Melk and back again, with lots of castles, grapevines, ruins, quaint villages, and so forth along the way.

Our biggest trip with them, and the last major jaunt we'll manage, was to Vienna and then on to Salzburg. The Fulbright folks staged a farewell gathering at a "Heurigen" on the outskirts of Vienna--there are a lot of them, places that make wine and serve food. It was too cold to eat outside, but they had a warm and cheerful room for us inside and we had a nice time. The smiling guy in the middle is Lonnie Johnson, the Fulbright director for Austria. We showed Bill and Sharon a bit of Vienna as well. (It was filled with soccer fans, and a huge section of the old city had been walled off into a "Fanzone" with great big tv screens and so forth.) We decided we could do without the soccer fans, though they were pretty quiet when we were there.

The next day we set off on the train for Budapest--just another three hours. The trip was fine, but we were a little disturbed when the guy who was supposed to meet us at the station to take us to the apartment Marlyce had reserved wasn't there. We called, and eventually somebody showed up, but of course we'd read too much about the frequency of ripoffs in Budapest beforehand and had to be convinced that he was on the level. Istvan turned out to be just fine, though, and if anybody wants to go to Budapest, let me know and I can set you up with a cheap and clean place to stay, right in the heart of the city!

It was late afternoon by the time we found the apartment (the street it was on wasn't exactly spotless, and neither were the several flights of steps to what we'd call the third floor) but it was roomy and clean and just around the corner from a main avenue. So we went out for dinner nearby (to a fine little place called the "Blue Rose" in English, also recommended by Istvan), and then stopped into another little place called the Spinoza Cafe where a guy was playing show tunes on the piano. By the time we left, we were all thinking that this might be fun after all.

Budapest is a big, modern, complicated city--parts brand new, parts run-down, sometimes right next to each other. It was easier to understand why afte we went through the Terror Museum the next day. It's housed in a building which first the Nazis and then the Soviets used to house their secret police. The exhibits have a lot to say about how people try to persevere in the face of large-scale murders and intimidation and all the rest; the Hungarians as a whole seem to be both relieved to be finally free of such things and proud of having come through such a terrible time.

We also wandered around the city. We stayed in Pest, on the west bank of the Danube. Buda is on the east bank of the Danube, along with the castle quarter and some great views. Here's the river with the famous "Chain Bridge" on the right and the Parliament building a little ways upstream to the left, with all the towers.

The esthetic highlight of the trip was definitely on Sunday evening, when we got tickets to see a ballet in the State Opera House, a wonderfully gaudy building that's almost as grand as Vienna's (and the tickets are a lot cheaper!). Ballet's a good choice when you're in a foreign country, becauuse there's no language barrier! We saw a production based on Taming of the Shrew, and it was a surprising amount of fun even for a farm boy like me.

That's not really the end of the story, but it's going to have to be all for tonight!

Krakow, Etc.*

2008-05-21T11:06:00.000-07:00

*In German, "etc." is "usw." (Und so weiter . . .)#
#Our German really isn't getting all that much better. I learned about usw. years ago.

The big recent event for us has been our son Joel's arrival (with his girlfriend Jenny Sylak) for a visit. They got here in the morning of May 9. We didn't give them too much time to recover from jet lag--because of my schedule, the best time for us all to go off together was not long after they came. So we got on the train to Vienna on the 10th--here they are having lunch with us in a little restaurant there. We wandered around the city a little, sent Joel and Jenny on the tour of the Opera House that we'd done in February, then went out to Schoenbrunn Palace on the metro. (It was the summer palace of the Hapsburgs, though it's just a few miles from the winter palace in the middle of town. Insert snide remark about imperial dynasties here.) It's quite a grand place--the buildings are impressive enough, but the grounds are just massive, with rows of trees going on almost forever, various statues and fountains and little hills and viewing areas here and there, etc. The pictures don't really do it justice.

We went back into town, had dinner in a nice place with some guy playing hammered dulcimer, and wandered around a little more. Then we headed back to the Sud Bahnhof to catch the night train to Krakow. We'd agreed to go there with Joel and Jenny partly because Jenny's grandfather is Polish, and was born not far from there.

Marlyce had figured out that taking the night train would a) save us a night in a hotel b) give us time to see Vienna and more time in Krakow and c) be a restful sort of adventure. It was pretty cheap, too, since we got a special fare and a compartment with fold-down bunks, sheets, and pillows.

It turned out she was right about everything except the "restful" part. I think all of us slept some, and after a while, when the train was actually moving, the rocking was kind of restful. But there were a number of stops, including a long one at the Czech border while we waited for some other cars to be added and listened to very loud announcements in various languages about what was happening with other trains, the relatives of the conductors, etc. (I'm kidding about the last part, I think.)

Anyway, we arrived at Krakow at 6:30 a.m., ready for, well, something. We dropped our bags at the hotel, but they said the apartment wouldn't be ready till noon. So we walked around the square a little, but couldn't find any place open for breakfast. So we bought some soft, chewy pretzels at a street stand--they were delicious, actually--and sat at the feet of the statue of Adam Mickiewicz, Poland's most famous poet, waiting for things to open up. (You can see the chewing going on here.) Finally we got some eggs and coffee in us, and felt ready to wander some more.

Krakow is a beautiful, historic city--the cultural center of Poland, or so people say. And we had beautiful weather there, too, as you'll see in the pictures. There's a lot of Hapsburg influence there too, but the Poles are quite proud of their own Wawel Castle (which dates back several centuries) and their heritage. It's easy to see that things more or less stood still for a long stretch under the communists. Now there are lots of fine new buildings, and many older ones that have been wonderfully restored, but there are still lots that are in pretty bad shape--often right next to the new ones.

We walked around the castle and the church that's part of the complex for quite a while. (Joel figured out that the outside of the church with its twin chapels, one green and the other gold, is on the cover of the Rick Steves eastern Europe guidebook that we were carrying.) There seemed to be a lot of activity in the area, with various groups of performers like this young choir and TV people around, but we didn't know just what was going on. Someone told us later that the president of Poland had come by later in the afternoon.

Around 11:00 we decided it was time for a light lunch and a serious nap, so we got some thing to eat, did a little shopping, and then checked in. The apartment--up under the eaves of a building on the northwest corner of the Market Square--was definitely quaint. It was comfortable enough, but had some unique features, especially the large, red-painted beam that curved through the dining area (structurally important, we felt sure). Jenny whanged into it once or twice, but we enjoyed the place anyway. (Joel also found a great furry hat to help him through the next Waterloo winter, as you can see.)

After some rest we all felt ready to see some more of the city, so we walked around some more, and did more shopping as well. (Things were at least relatively cheap, or so it seemed.) Later in the afternoon we went down to the old Jewish quarter--Poland had more Jews than any European country before WW II--and went into a synagogue that's now a museum. We had dinner outside at a Jewish restaurant, where the food was very fine, and saw a monument nearby (a lot of empty chairs spaced out across an open plaza). The factory where Schindler employed a lot of Jews to keep them out of the camps was just a few blocks away, and we managed to find it too, though there's not a whole lot to see. (During this day we also twice ran into a nice young couple from Cambridge, England, once at the castle and again in the Jewish quarter, and then the next Sunday we met them again on Mozart Square in Salzburg, which was pretty cool.)

The next morning we got up as bright and early as the young ones could manage (they were still fighting jet lag and the night train adventure, of course) and got a bus for Auschwitz (Oswiecim in Polish, give or take a few marks I can't add in this format), which is about fifty miles west of Krakow. We spent most of the day at the main camp in town (it was originally a Polish army barracks) and the second, bigger Auschwitz-Birkenau camp a couple of miles away, which is where the largest number of people (Jews, Poles, gypsies, and others) were actually killed.

It's hard to know where to start or end in describing something like this. Everybody knows the story, I suppose. There are the famous things to see: the "Arbeit Macht Frei" gate (rebellious Polish workers welded the B on upside down), the rooms that are filled with women's hair cut off the dead, with shoes, with eyeglasses, with hairbrushes, the wall where they shot people, and of course the gas chambers and crematoria (mostly in ruins). One of the most striking things for me was the sheer size of the grounds at Birkenau, where most of the barracks have long been torn down and only the chimneys remain, stretching off into the distance. It was another beautiful spring day, and the grass was green and the lilacs were blooming. We were glad for the chance to take it all in, and glad, too, to know that we could get back on the bus and go away.

We caught a full-size bus back to Krakow, and sort of dozed through much of the trip. The oddest moment came when the lid on the roof vent (which had been open) suddenly broke off, banged very loudly on the roof once, then bounced away to land in the ditch somewhere. Several people told the driver what had happened, but after the slightest of acknowledgements he just kept going. Maybe this happens all the time.

Waiting for the bus, we met some people from Florida who told us about this medieval-themed restaurant where they had eaten the night before. It turned out to be just up the street from our hotel, so we went in to check it out. People were ordering "pork on the sword," which they brought out dramatically on skewers and flamed right there in the midst of things, which was pretty cool. There was also a very good three-piece band--violin, accordion, and some kind of recorder--playing along behind everything.

We took the day train back early the next morning, and had a pleasant, if slightly tedious, trip back. It was nice to see the countryside pass by--everything from yellow fields of rape seed to vineyards and fields of hops, and many small and larger towns as well.

I had to go back to work on Thursday and Friday, but Marlyce took Joel and Jenny around to some of the local attractions. Then on Saturday we took the train to Hallein and the bus up the mountain to see the salt mine. It was sort of touristy, but kind of fun. You ride a little train back into the mountain, after putting on these white coverall-type things to keep your clothes from getting too dirty. The mines were started a very long time ago by the Celts, then reopened in the Middle Ages, and they were the real source of the wealth of Salzburg for a long time. The local archbishops became rich and powerful on the income from salt, which was shipped down the Salzach (hence the name) and then all over Europe. The best part of the tour was sliding down these wooden chutes that the miners used to go down fast. Even better, though, was the sort of summer-bobsled run that Joel talked us into trying out. It meant walking close to a mile uphill all the way to a ski run. You go up to the top of the mountain in the chairlift, and then ride down in a little car with a control stick that you can brake with, if you get scared or are about to run into the person in front who has stopped to admire the scenery (this happened to me). You can see by the grins that we enjoyed this considerably.

Those who have read this far should know that after all this fun, I did work quite hard this week . . . the first exam in my big North American Civilization class was due, and of the 175 students registered, 140+ actually took the exam. I gave it online, so the computer did much of the grading, but I still had to look through every one, give points for near-misses on names and so forth, and read two essay questions for each exam. I finished about 4:00 today, to my considerable relief.

Joel and Jenny are now off in Prague--they left early yesterday and are coming back late tomorrow. They will have to do their own reporting on that trip!

Wolfgangsee and Maibaum (May Pole)

2008-05-05T11:11:00.000-07:00

The weather on Saturday seemed promising, so we set off on our postponed trip to the lake district. We parked our bikes at Mirabellplatz, waited for the bus, and then had a sort of worried conversation with a lovely young woman who turned out to be Australian when the bus was a few minutes late. But it did show up, and we rolled off through the countryside east of Salzburg. Our plan was to get off in St. Gilgen, at the west end of the Wolfgangsee, and do some hiking from there. But due to some blunders by our navigator (me) we failed to get off at any of the St. Gilgen stops. So we stayed on to Strobl, the little town at the other end of the lake. Here I am, posing like I know what's going on.

We got some buns and cheese and such for lunch in Strobl, then strolled off along the north side of the lake (to the right in the photo above) for St. Wolfgang. It's a larger town that sits on the narrowest part of the lake--in the middle, sort of. It was a nice hour's walk along the lake, climbing just a little once where the mountain comes right down to the shore. Here's a view from partway along, looking back at Strobl.

In St. Wolfgang we found ourselves suddenly among lots of people and tourist shops. But there was also ice cream, so we had dessert first, at a bench downtown, looked into the church, then walked a little more and ate the rest of lunch in a park on the edge of town, with tulips and the lake and the mountains on the other side. You can take boats on the lake, but we decided to keep walking (for reasons not entirely clear to me).

It's about a 3-hour walk from St. Wolfgang to St. Gilgen. The first hour or so was smooth and easy--then the path started going up, and kept going up for a long while. We huffed and puffed on our way to some beautiful overlooks ("blicks," they're called in German), and then down the other side--which was quite steep on the way down as well. There's a pilgrim way with several little shrines and an old church built into the mountainside, but it was closed for some reason.

We sauntered on into St. Gilgen, which is small and scenic as well. We were tired but wanted to be sure not to miss the bus, so we found our way to the main bus station, and found out that the next one left in a few minutes--and the one after wasn't for two hours. So we jumped on and went back to Salzburg, where we found a nice little sidewalk cafe and had grilled turkey, potatoes, and vegetables--yes, vegetables! in Austria!--then biked back down the Salzach to home.

Sunday we made our way up to the Aigen church (just a few minutes by bike) for the Maypole celebration. It turned out to be quite a community gathering. We got there just in time to get good seats at a table in a shady spot near the brass band, which was very good, and seemed to remain together no matter how many steins of beer the serving girls delivered to them. There were hundreds of people there by the middle of the afternoon, sitting at the tables or on the grass or wandering around. They were selling all kinds of food and drink, including excellent desserts prepared by the local women.

A fair number of the men and even boys had on lederhosen and/or traditional jackets, and a good number of the women and girls wore dirndl dresses, though others were dressed in various "normal" attire (so we didn't feel too out of it). There were even young girls wandering around giggling and offering glasses of schnapps, though as far as we could tell they weren't drinking it themselves.

The central activity, though most people didn't seem to pay it a lot of attention, was the gradual raising of a very large Maypole (see photos). This involved a large number of men with smaller poles linked at the top by chains, which they used to inch up the big pole a little at a time. The process included a lot of shouting, rearranging of poles, and pausing to build the suspense, shoot off a cannon periodically, and (I think) drink beer as well. We were there for three hours or so, and the pole was almost vertical by the time we finally decided we'd had enough sun.

For those of you with Bluffton connections, I have to say that I think our May Day committee could learn a few things from the Austrian version of such festivities. I would recommend a research expedition be undertaken, and now that I have some experience, I would be glad to lead it.

Supplement

2008-05-01T10:46:00.001-07:00

I see that I forgot to put the train station photo from the Fulbright seminar into the entry below. Here it is! Marlyce is at the right, obviously not paying any attention to the man with the camera.

I also discovered a typo, but since I don't know any way to change one of these entries once they've been published, so it will remain. I suppose I could challenge all of my many readers to see who can find it first . . .

May Day Report

2008-05-01T09:35:00.000-07:00

The last few weeks have gone fast. We haven't made any big trips, but have done a fair amount of wandering in the area. And, lest you all think I'm not doing any work at all, I have been spending a lot of time planning lectures for my three classes, and several hours over the last few days writing the first exam for my North American Civ. class. It's a strange setup--usually 75 or 80 students come to the lectures, but there are 166 signed up for the course, many of whom apparently hope to pass it just by reading the text, or parts of the text, and the powerpoints and notes that I've been posting of my lectures. We'll see how many actually take the exam . . . but just in case, I've actually written a whole pile of multiple choice and short-answer questions that can be graded automatically on Blackboard!

Enough of that boring stuff. To back up a little, the weekend before last we got a nice Sunday after some rainy days, and thought we'd take the bus to the lake district. But when we got to the bus stop at Mirabellplatz, after taking in a Sunday morning concert in the Dom church, (see photo) we discovered that there's no 11:19 bus on Sunday, and we'd have to wait an hour for the next one. Since we had our bikes and were toward the north end of town anyway, we decided to ride to Oberndorf, a village about 20 kilometers downstream on the Salzach. There's a nice bike path all the way there, nice views of the mountains and such, and we had a fine ride. It's the village where "Silent Night" was first sung, at a Christmas mass, and there's a little chapel and a small museum there. The river makes a sharp curve there as well, and the small village on the other side of the river, Laufen, is in Germany. So we had wurst and potatoes for lunch at a little cafe on the riverside, looked around a little in both villages (there's a fascinating small church in Laufen with the passageway shown here), then pedaled our way back to Salzburg. Google maps assured us it was a 30-mile round trip, but it didn't feel like any more than . . . oh . . . 27 miles.

Last weekend we left town on the train on Thursday afternoon for a Fulbright seminar in Altenmarkt am Pongau, a sort of resort town about 80 minutes away. We met another couple on the train who were bound for the same event (we met them at the orientation back in February), and discovered after we got there that two other Fulbright faculty couples and several students from Salzburg were also on the train. The hostel where we stayed ferried us all there, though it took three trips--fortunately it's close to the train station. There were about a dozen Fulbright faculty and spouses there, the staff from the Austrian office, and about 75 students--Americans studying in Austria, Austrian students who are going to study/teach in the US, and others interested in the program. Most of the faculty gave some kind of presentation; I did a kind of reflection on living as a Mennonite child of the 60s in American and poetry reading on the last night, and (in all due humility) it was quite well received.

The weather was pretty gray for the first day, but we did manage to climb up the little mountain behind the hostel, and it cleared off some as we got to the top. There was time for lots of conversation during meals, and we got to talk with some really interesting students from all over the place, as well as with the faculty folks that we've started to get acquainted with. (Here are some of us waiting for the train back to Salzburg on Sunday morning.)

One of those families lived in Salzburg in the fall, and they told us that we really had to climb the Gaisberg (it's a Salzburg landmark on the northeast side of town, and is more or less in our back yard). (Here it is on the left, from partway up.) So after we got home on Sunday (about noon) and had a little rest, we packed our water bottles, summoned up our strength, and took off. It was quite a journey--a little over three hours to the t0p. The route was not entirely clear at some points, and we ended up struggling up one very steep slope between trees, but at the top we found a paved road that led us onward.

We picked up walking sticks along the way, which earned us some strange looks and rather scornful remarks from the locals, who use high-tech walking poles, sometimes even when they're just walking along the bike paths. But we trudged along, and finally made the top, and the views were quite wonderful. There were paragliders taking off from the top and soaring around, though we weren't quite tempted to try that ourselves.

We'd heard that we could take a bus down, and that seemed like an attractive option, so we went into one of the restaurants on the top (there's a restaurant on top of every mountain in Austria, or so it seems) to ask about it. The waitress seemed entirely baffled by the word "Bus," though, or maybe just unaware that one did come to the top . . . so we went to the other restaurant, had some bratwurst and sauerkraut to fortify ourselves for the trip back, and started down. From the trail we saw a bus go roaring up, and about ten minutes later we heard it roar back down the main road. When we got to the bus stop at Zistelalm, about half an hour's walk farther down, we found out that was the last bus for the day . . . but it wasn't so bad, really. Going down is always a lot easier than going up, and this time we just stayed on the road when we weren't sure of the way. By dusk we were home, putting our feet up and congratulating ourselves on our efforts.

Today is a holiday in Austria, and several people told us we should check out the Maypole dances and festivities at the local church. We walked up that way after lunch, but because of the weather they postponed things until Sunday. We're hoping to do some anthropological research comparing these rituals to those practiced in Bluffton, which many of you know about, but a report on that will have to wait until the next entry!

Prague/Prag/Praha

2008-04-18T08:49:00.000-07:00

Last Friday we again made our way to the train station (it's feeling more familiar now) and this time headed for Prague (which has different names in English, German, and Czech, as indicated above). The train connections to Prague are less than ideal--there's a quick train east to Linz, then we transferred to a slow local that goes north to Summerau on the Austrian-Czech border, then we transferred again to another slow local that took us to Ceske Budejovice, a fair-sized town (and the city where Budweiser beer originated , or so we've read).

The slow trains gave us plenty of time to view the countryside--rolling rather than mountainous, once we got a little way from Salzburg--and remember the things we forgot. The two most significant were the camera (all photos here are borrowed!) and the papers showing that we'd paid for our discount rail passes, which two different conductors asked us for. One got quite irked when we couldn't produce them, but eventually he stomped off without making us pay full fare, for which we were grateful.

Once into the Czech Republic we saw the level of maintenance and paint on the houses, train stations, and so forth change quickly. Some towns and houses looked quite prosperous, but there were also signs of people living without very much, and some of the stations looked like they had been decaying, gently or not, for several decades.

We finally got into Prague--which is a big city, over a million people--at around 4:00, and found our way out of the rather vast and gloomy Soviet-era train station (M. managed to sniff out an ATM where we could get some Czech crowns). She also had found us a room at the Pension Accord, a small but nice enough place very close to the Old Square on Rybna Street. Just around the corner is Masna Street, where Franz Kafka went to German school as a young boy. One of the scenes we passed on the way to the hotel was this street, with the Art Nouveau Municipal Hall and the very old "Powder Tower" next to each other.

One of the main centers of Prague is the Old Square, which has a big statue of Jan Hus (sort of the 15th-century Martin Luther of the Czechs, though he ended up getting killed by the Catholics) and several big churches and other fancy buildings. We wandered around town for awhile, had some allegedly authentic and definitely tasty food in one of the hundreds of restaurants, walked around some more in the evening, including a trek across the Charles Bridge, which has various statues (most of them Catholic) at intervals along the way. You can see the Hus statue and the Tyn Church, which was Hussite for a century or so, in this photo.

And I will add one of the bridge too. (It's usually crammed with tourists and rather ticky-tacky souvenir stands, but it's the way to get from the Old Quarter to the Castle Quarter across the river, so we walked it several times.

From the bridge we saw a sign saying "Kafka Museum," so we decided to check that out. It was closed for the night by the time we found it, but we did enjoy the little crowd in the courtyard outside, where there's a fountain with two, um, anatomically correct male statues who keep the water circulating (and parts of them move as well). Lots of photos were being taken. I was sort of glad to have forgotten the camera.

The next day we walked a few blocks from the hotel to find the restaurant where we were supposed to get our free breakfast. Sure enough, there it was, on a street with a lot of market shops set up. We bought some decorated Easter eggs for our landlady (to replace the ones on the Easter tree she set up in our bedroom that we knocked off and broke) but mostly resisted otherwise.

We saw Wenceslas Square (yes, Good King Wenceslas is a Czech folk hero). The square (really a long boulevard) is where Soviet tanks came to crush the Prague Spring uprising in 1968 (you can see the light-colored patches in the columns at the National Museum where the workmen filled in the bullet holes). It was also the central site of the 1989 movement that was called the Velvet Revolution, because they managed to win their independence without a shot being fired. We saw the balcony of the Hotel Europa where Vaclav Havel, Alexander Dubcek, and some others spoke to huge crowds (a rock star loaned his sound system for the occasion).

We learned later that Kafka once did a reading at the Hotel Europa as well. You run into his name and image all over Prague--we saw a number of buildings where he lived, went to school, hung out with literary friends, etc. We also went back to the museum, which was excellent and somewhat disturbing (only right for Kafka!), and bought one of his books at a bookstore which is on the Old Town Square in the same rooms where Kafka's father had a dry goods store.

We also went through the Alphonse Mucha Museum. He's one of those artists whose name I didn't recognize, but whose work looked really familiar once we saw it. He was one of the leaders of the Art Nouveau movement, and was especially famous for a series of posters advertising plays with Sarah Bernhardt, the French actress, in them. He also was really interested in Czech nationalism, and helped to build support for the movement that led to the Czechs becoming independent of Austria-Hungary in 1918 or so. (We're learning all sorts of things about the history of central Europe on this trip!

Literary footnote: I reread Willa Cather's My Antonia on the train, because I'm teaching it soon. It takes place mostly in Nebraska toward the end of the 19th century. One of the minor characters is an Austrian immigrant, and Antonia and her family are Bohemians from what's now the Czech Republic. At one point the Austrian guy says that he'd give the Bohemians some advice about their getting adjusted to life in America, but there's no use, because Bohemians just don't trust Austrians . . . and now I understand why!

The "Little Quarter" across the river and to the South has some nice cafes and parks, but we wandered into it mainly in search of the wall where the Czechs remember John Lennon as an inspiration for peace and freedom. In true Kafkaesque fashion we went round and round, unable to find it, but then when we'd pretty much given up in disgust and were just trying to make our way over to the Castle Quarter, all of a sudden there it was, complete with some kids (apparently Americans) who had cans of paint and brushes and were adding a new layer of graffiti to the many layers already there. Give peace a chance.

Soon we did go on and climbed the hill to the Castle Quarter, which more or less dominates the skyline--there's a huge castle complex and a grand Gothic cathedral right in the middle of it. Unfortunately the Old Palace was closed for some reason, so we didn't get to see the room where the semi-famous "Defenestration of Prague" took place. In 1618 or thereabouts the Czechs got upset with the way that the Germans were treating them, and threw two German ambassadors out a window (thus "defenstration"--"Fenster" is "window" in German). They landed in some horse manure and survived, but the incident sparked the awful Thirty Years War, so I suppose I shouldn't find the name or the event so amusing.

The "Golden Lane" is a narrow street with a bunch of tiny shops/houses where goldsmiths used to work. It was also called the "Street of Alchemists," and for a little while Kafka used one of the houses as a studio, when the noise of his family's apartment got to be too much for him. Today the street's flooded with tourists most of the time, and not exactly quiet. But Kafka's gone, too.

The cathedral includes the tomb of King Wenceslas himself, though you can only look into the room from the doorway, since the wallpaper is encrusted with semi-precious stones. Go figure. There's also a dramatic woodcut of Protestant iconoclasts breaking up images in the cathedral during their brief rebellion. And it's obvious from the many, many images (including one tomb that's said to have a whole ton of silver in it) that the Catholics eventually triumphed. At least until the Communists arrived . . . but now it's hard to say just what's what, from a brief visit. Many of the big churches seem to function as concert halls most of the time . . .

Along those lines, on Sunday morning we heard a beautiful organ concert at a church just around the corner from our hotel. (We decided that it had been enough of a sacramental experience that, as good Anabaptists, we could slip out before Mass). We went to the Jewish Quarter, where we toured the exhibits at the old Spanish Synagogue and walked through the Old Cemetery. (The Jewish community in Prague was large and vital for a long time, though it was largely wiped out by the Nazis and today there are only a few thousand left.) Things were often difficult, though. For several centuries, up into the 18th, there was only this one small graveyard where Jews in Prague could be buried. Their own rules said that graves couldn't be moved once people had been buried, so they buried people one on top of another, putting a thin layer of dirt in between, and moving the gravestones up until they're crowded right next to each other. Among the famous people who are buried there is a Rabbi Loew who, according to legend, created the "golem" out of clay who then came to life to defend the ghetto when it was threatened by one of the periodic pogroms. The golem himself is supposed to be hidden in the attic of the famous Old-New Synagogue, but we didn't get up there to check it out.

We didn't see everything there was to see in the Jewish Quarter--or anywhere else--but it was time to get to the train. So we had some lunch, spent most of our remaining Czech crowns on cheese, bread, and chocolate for dinner on the train, stopped by the hotel to pick up our bags, trudged back to the station, and watched scenery, read, drowsed, and ate our way through a somewhat tedious but not difficult train trip. We arrived back in Salzburg an hour and more behind schedule--something we hardly thought possible on the Austrian train system!--but got the last bus to the center of town and found a taxi there which brought us quickly to our door for only ten euros.

This weekend we'll be staying closer to home, resting up and saving our euros for the next big trip, but we hope to take the bus to the lake country east of Salzburg if we get a nice day.

Weather, Kicking Around the Town, Etc.

2008-04-03T12:04:00.000-07:00

We've stayed fairly close to home for the last couple of weeks, partly because the weather has been mostly, well, I suppose "crappy" would be the precise term (sorry, Mom!). There are some pictures, but you'll have to be patient!

Last night, for example, I set off for home on my bike (a 15-minute ride) just as a wet, sleety, snowy mess started to fall. It stopped soon after I got home, but I was more or less soaked--and the ride is considerably less pleasant when the mountains are hidden by clouds and your glasses are covered with water and your pants, gloves, and assorted other parts are getting steadily wetter.

This morning I had to go in for an early class. I swear that it started to rain between the time I left the apartment and when I got my bike out the door--even harder than yesterday. My pants were completely soaked, and of course I arrived not at home, where at least I have dry clothes, but at my office, where I have no spare clothes at all.

This afternoon, things looked a little better--the sun almost came out for a few minutes--and then, yes, just as I came out the door to go home it started to rain again. Fortunately M. found rain ponchos today and brought one by for me in one of the drier interludes, and with its help I got home merely damp!

Otherwise, things are going well. I met all my classes this week, and as far as I can tell they're proceeding well--it'll be sort of nice to get into a more regular rhythm with them now (we have solid classes the whole month of April, then several brief holidays in May). After my seminar today several of the students came up and told me that they'd rather not do presentations because I have so many interesting things to say and they find listening to each other boring. I took that under advisement, but it was nice to hear anyway.

We did go on a couple of outings last weekend (when the weather was actually quite nice for a couple of days). Saturday we walked up onto and around on the Kapuzinerberg, the little mountain that sits in the middle of town, just across the river to the north from the Monchsberg and the fortress. A good many of the photos of Salzburg that you see are taken from the Kapuzinerberg, I think; there are fine views of several parts of the city from various spots. It's rather steep to get up, but there's a fair bit of hiking on the upper level that isn't too steep up or down. We had coffee and some delicious nut cake at a little restaurant that's now in the Franziskischloss, which used to be a sort of gun emplacement, back in the days when a wall ran all around the city. It's on the left here.

The next picture is a view looking sort of southwest along the river. Our place is somewhere not far past where the river curves to the right.

And here's the Fortress and the Old City from just across the river.

On Sunday, the weather was fine again and we decided that we'd better not waste it, so we took the bus to Berchtesgaden, which is in Germany, about half an hour to the south. It's a beautiful little town with the mountains all around it, lots of skiing and tourism. Every second or third house said "Zimmer Frei," which means "room available," though not "Room for free," unfortunately.

We took another bus to the Konigsee, a long, narrow high mountain lake. We wandered around a little there (you can take a boat ride) but we put that off for another time, because Marlyce really wanted to ride the cable car to the top of the Jennerberg. The snow was pretty much melted at the bottom, but by the time we got to the top (a 20-minute ride or so) there were skiiers all around us. There's a little restaurant at the top, a terrace where you can sit outside and contemplate the Alps all around, and ski runs going off in various directions. I took some photos on the way back down, and made sure to get the lift cables in so that I would have proof that we really did it.

If people know about Berchtesgaden, it's usually because of the Hitler connection. Apparently he only visited the famous "Eagle's Nest"--which sits right up on one of the highest ridges--a few times, but he did have sort of a southern headquarters nearby at Obersalzburg. There's not a lot left there, but you can go through the tunnel complex (another thing we didn't get done this time). A friendly local woman did point out the Eagle's Nest to us from the bus, and coming back we saw its windows glinting in the afternoon sun. I took this photo, and blew it up some later . . . it'll be easier to see if you click on it. The tours up there only run in the summer months, so that's another reason to go back, I suppose.

When we got back to town, we were hungry and tired from the walk back, but had to walk up some more hills and around a few corners before we found a restaurant open. It turned out to be a nice place, though, with big bowls of soup for a bargain price and yet another view of the mountains from the patio.

All of this helped us take our minds off the one bummer of the weekend. We had bought tickets for a concert on Friday night at the Mozarteum, the conservatory in town, and when we came down to get our bikes and ride down there, we found Marlyce's missing. We got the bus and made it to the concert (a wonderful duo--two German-Japanese sisters on violin and piano, playing Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Saint-Saens, and Beethoven), but we were not all that happy about the bike. The next day we told our landlords, and they insisted on taking us to report it to the police and driving us around town to look for another one, though by then the bike shops were pretty much all closed. On Monday we did find another used one for a bargain price; it's not as nice as the first one, but we're hoping it will serve. We still don't know how the bike got stolen--it was in the bike room in the bottom of our building, and you have to unlock three doors to get in there. It's possible that somebody left the doors unlocked . . . anyway, we are still checking every day or two on the wishful theory that it might somehow reappear, but we're now putting our bikes in another location which we hope will be more secure.

And that's the news from Salzburg . . . keep those cards and letters coming! We miss you all!

Circle Tour

2008-03-24T03:21:00.000-07:00

On Friday the 14th of March we got up early and caught the bus for the Salzburg Hauptbahnof, where we boarded the train for Innsbruck, then got another south toward Florence. The Florence train (actually it runs from Munich all the way to Rome) was, let's say, the least modern of all those we've been on so far. It seemed old, not all that clean, and the toilets offered this view of the railbed. We were rather tightly seated in a six-seat compartment, but the worst thing (considering our hopes of soaking in the view through the Alps) was that the windows were so dirty that we could barely see through them at all.

But we did make it to Florence, and tugged our rolling bags down the streets to the Hotel Enza with only a little difficulty finding it. (You may be able to see "Enza" below the "Hotel" here if you squint.) The room was nice and the location convenient--which meant we only walked three or four or five miles the next day . . . but the first night, we just went to find a good place to eat. Not far away was a restaurant with a 13-euro "touristica" menu (several courses, limited options, but usually a bargain price). We had good pasta and excellent Italian beef.

Florence was something--vast churches, squares, museums, palaces, and more art than a person can stand. We got in to the Accademia museum to see the famous David, just by going early in the morning and walking right in, which was quite cool. He's very large and impressive, especially his right hand . . . we couldn't take photos there, but there's a copy outside near another big building not too far away.

We also saw the Duomo (enormous, the 3rd largest church in Europe, or so they claim), and crossed over the river on the famous Ponte Veccio, an arched bridge with little jewelry shops all along it, and saw about 34,000 more Renaissance paintings at the Pitti Palace, where they have an amazing number of paintings and statues and so forth crammed into a large number of not-so-large rooms. Then we decided to have ice cream, and somehow managed to buy it at what must be the most overpriced shop in all of Italy--18 euros for two big cones. It was delicious, though . . . late in the afternoon we went back to the Duomo and found that the lines were gone and we could actually go inside--it looks like you could put a football field inside with no trouble. We had a late dinner that night, savored it all, and managed to get back to the Hotel Enza in good shape.

The next day it was time to catch the train to Venice, which turned out to be much nicer than the one to Florence. The island of Venice has a causeway built out to it for trains and cars, but it only goes to the north side, and from there on everything moves on foot or by boat. We got day passes on the vaporetto (water taxi) and made good use of them. Marlyce had found a hotel we could afford on the south side of the island, so we took the next vaporetto around to the Zapore stop,. rossed one bridge, walked a hundred meters to the little white palace with the flagpoles in front, ducked down a four-foot-wide alley for fifty yards or so, came out on another canal, crossed two more little bridges, and there was the hotel (six rooms) just around the corner. Out the window was a little canal and a sign on the house about an actor name Cesco Baseggio who lived there from 1911-34. On the right you can see the view from our window.

Venice is something else--canals and little streets/alleys in a hodgepodge everywhere. You can't really go in a straight line anywhere, you just head off in a general direction and keep going. Most things aren't very far apart, though. We were 20 minutes from St. Mark's Square, half an hour from the train station on foot, and we walked back there on the day we left so that we could see the Farni church, where they have Titians and Donatellos still in their original places around the interior, not crammed together in some museum. (The day before we got lost trying to find the church, when I made the mistake of trying to navigate using the map, and arrived too late to see it.)

It's all disappearing into the sea, of course, but quite slowly, and it's all so beautiful in its state of gentle decay that it's rather stunning.

Everywhere you look there's a photograph begging to be taken; I was grateful to have a digital camera with a very large memory card, but still sometimes I just put it away and looked for a while. We took the vaporetto down the Grand Canal the first evening and it was, indeed, grand. And we toured the Doge's palace and crossed the enclosed Bridge of Sighs, which leads from the palace to the prison across the canal. Here's a view of it from outside. (Byron mentions it in a poem: "I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, / a prison and a palace on each hand . . .")

The next day we went out to Murano, another island where they do a lot of glass-blowing. We saw one of the groups still making fancy pieces by hand, and bought a little fish for the mantle at home, and had lunch on a canal there . . . and then took the vaporetto back, and saw some more art, and wandered around the city some more. In the courtyard (right next to St. Mark's cathedral) there are big columns that look cut off, because they've sunk and had the courtyard raised around them several times. The food in Venice was wonderful and expensive, but who can complain? As long as you try not to think about the euro/dollar conversion ratio, it seems almost plausible.

And then there was Duino . . . we got there via train, bus, and another bus by mid-afternoon of the next day, found our little hotel with only some difficulty (we always seemed to have to wander a little before getting to them). Then the only person at the hotel was a maid who spoke no English and was unwilling to do anything beyond giving us the keys. M. tripped and fell, bruised her elbow and scraped her knee and was out of sorts for a while, and there was a cold, bitter wind blowing though it was clear. But eventually we got ourselves acclimated, and the owner showed up and made us feel more welcome. The Adriatic is astonishing, and was especially so the next day, when it warmed up and we toured the castle (there's Rilke memorabilia everywhere, and lots of other writers and musicians stayed there--Lizst, Mark Twain, etc.). We bought some cheese, crusty rolls, chocolate, fruit, pesto, and wine at the grocery and had a picnic feast out on the rocks of the Rilke Walk, which runs for a mile or two from Duino along the coastal cliffs to Sistiana, the next village. Life is hard.

The next day our train for Lyublyana didn't leave until late afternoon, so we caught a bus to Trieste (just 10 km or so to the east, around the bay) and wandered around there for a while. It was part of the Austro-Hungarian empire for a long time, and has some of the same feel as Salzburg, but with the ocean right there it has its own feeling too. Here we are taking one of those camera-at-arms-length disgusting tourist photos, in front of some large and beautiful building.

We made it to Lyublyana--just a couple of hours to the north and a little east, in Slovenia--after dark, but managed again to find our hotel without too much trouble, aided by the fortress that sits up on a hill in the middle of town--also kind of like the one in Salzburg--but lit up beautifully in blue after dark. The hotel (the Pri Mraku) turned out to be rather more plush than the others we stayed in, with lots of built-in dark cabinetry and a big breakfast included.

The next day we took the funicular train to the top, walked around the fortress, saw a pretty interesting 3-d show on the history of the city, and climbed to the top of the tower, where the views were again quite something. We spent some time wandering through the big open-air market in the center of town, where they were selling everything from vegetables and fruit to clothes and shoes, as well as Easter candles and flowers. (Here's a photo of the back of it, and the river that runs through the center of town.) Marlyce found a brown shirt of just the sort she's been searching for ever since we arrived, and I got a nice sweater.

The weather turned cold and damp, and we found ourselves retreating to the hotel for naps and rests (and more tv in English than we can get in Salzburg) at several points. Still, we had a grand local soup (apparently improvised, since the waiter couldn't really tell us what it was) for lunch--8 euros for both of us, the bargain meal of the whole trip. Then we went out looking for another cheap meal (tired of the 50-euro dinners and still nearly full from lunch) and ended up in a quite refined upstairs dining room, after the first several places we came across turned out to be serving only drinks. We ordered salads and they turned out to be grand meals in themselves, M's with salmon and mine with steak.

The next day we woke up to snow falling, which made the trek back to the train station pretty damp. We walked through the market again, and despite the moisture M found someone selling the beautiful skirt with lots of needlework that she had spotted the day before. It was quite something watching her with a sort of curtain wrapped around her so that she could try it on . . .
The train ride back was fine, and the windows were clear this time, so we got to enjoy the little villages and snowy mountains along the way. We even discovered that the train stopped at the Salzburg South station, close to our apartment, and just as we came to the bus stop we saw our bus pulling away--and the driver stopped to let us on--so we made it back in very good time. As much fun as we had, it was nice to see our building, and open the door to find everything waiting for us. And that's certainly a long enough report for now.

Trip down the Salzach

2008-03-10T11:06:00.000-07:00

So Sunday dawned clear and beautiful, and we decided to try out the new bikes. So we headed south (more or less) along the Salzach River to the little town of Hallein. There are bike paths on both sides of the river, and there were people out all along the way, some zipping along on high-tech bikes, some running or walking, everybody enjoying the weather and the scenery. We took a little break at this bridge, and decided to take a photo to show off our sturdy if not flashy new vehicles.

There's a salt mine in Hallein which was the source of the wealth of Salzburg's archbishops for a long time ("white gold" they call it), and way back before that the Celts mined salt there too.

We didn't actually make it to the salt mine on this trip--it's up in the mountains outside of town. But we stopped in at the Celtic museum, which has a lot of beautiful exhibits, especially things they've dug up from graves and other sites nearby. The explanations were nearly all auf Deutsch, so we spent some time puzzling them out, with moderate success.

Then, of course, we found a place to eat, and topped it off with wonderful apple strudel and coffee. Some parts of our anatomy were rather sore by the time we got back--it's an hour or so on the bikes each way--but we agreed that we haven't spent many Sundays in Bluffton this way.

Two of my classes meet for the first time tomorrow, so I spent a good deal of time making final preparations today. My North American Civ. class is up to 140 students--it won't make much difference until grading time, but I'm a little afraid that the leisurely pace of our time here so far will change abruptly once I have to start reading student work. That's a problem for another day, though.

Quick Note

2008-03-10T00:02:00.000-07:00

I changed the settings for comments--you shouldn't have to sign in or create a password now. Maybe this will lead to more responses . . . I can't say that I expect millions of readers, since I only told a relative handful of people about it.

Moving About

2008-03-08T11:16:00.000-08:00

I'm not going to post more photos of Vienna--you can find ones taken by pros all over the web--but here's one of the Opera House, just to show we were there.

Our big projects for this weekend were practical. Last night we made the long trek on the bus to the enormous Ikea store near the even more enormous Europark mall, and bought some small things for the apartment. Today we trekked around town looking for used bikes, and that turned out to involve walking at least two or three miles on foot and a beautiful climb up a path over the ridge that separates the Old City from the rest of town. Along the way we found a poem called "Am Moenchsberg" by Georg Trakl, one of Salzburg's most famous poets, on a plaque, which was pretty cool. And we walked through a big open-air market where they were selling all kinds of food, flowers, and such--but no bicycles. So we walked some more, and out in a neighborhood to the west we finally found two stores selling used bikes--and each had one bike that fit our budget and our modest standards. (Marlyce's is definitely more stylish than mine.)

We promptly got on, made our way to the river, and took the path along it all the way home (including a fairly extensive detour, when we discovered that there were no more chances to turn either left or right for a half mile or so).

If I were really with it, I'd have taken pictures of the bikes already, I suppose. But you'll have to settle for a couple of shots of Salzburg in the snow, taken last week. The first one here is looking toward the foot/bike bridge that I usually take on the way to the university. The second is from my office window.

A last thought: if you're interested, you can see not just a map of Salzburg but quite good satellite photos just by searching for it on google maps. If you search for Resatzstrasse, you can even see the roof of our building . . . the second one back from the main road. My office and classes are in a university building on Akademiestrasse.

Here comes the weekend!

2008-03-07T06:52:00.000-08:00

It's been a while. Last week we spent four days in Vienna, the first two at the Fulbright orientation, and the next two looking around the city. We learned a lot about Austrian history and culture, ate Wienerschnitzel (of course) and some sumptous pastries, and toured the imperial apartments. You should see how many forks, spoons, and fancy place those rich people left behind them . . . But were they happy? Well.

There was a rather dramatic wind storm on Saturday, as we were walking, and we were more or less driven into St. Stephen Dom, the central cathedral. It was a blustery day, but we persevered (guided by an acquaintance from Illinois who's working on a doctorate at the university), then took a nap and saw a good chamber concert that evening.

This week I've been mostly at the university getting my classes together, and Marlyce has been working at getting things organized, both around the apartment and for a trip to Italy that we're planning for the week after next, which is Easter break here. (Yes, it is coming really early in the term!)

I have students begging to get into my seminar--over 20, it looks like, though the limit is supposed to be 15. It'll be ok until it comes time to read all their papers, then I'm not sure what I will do. My lecture class keeps getting bigger too--it had 138 students registered the last time I checked.

The chair of the department has also discovered that I'm a poet and asked me to be writer in residence--though I'm still waiting to discover if that is any more than an honorific title. Still, it sounds pretty good, don't you think?

We now have working cell phones and a bank account, too! We're still looking for cheap bikes to drive around--the bus is pretty good, but a little roundabout sometimes.

For lunch today I ate in my office, then decided to walk up to the Festung (fortress) that's perched on a steep little cliff nearby. I discovered that it costs 7 euros to go inside, so I put that off till M. could come with me, but it was a rather fine walk . . . more photos soon, I hope.

And Here We Are . . .

2008-02-26T11:54:00.000-08:00

Indeed. As the photos below document, we've moved into our pleasant little apartment on the southeast side of town and are starting to get settled in. And here we are at dinner Monday night with Dorothea Steiner, my host at the University of Salzburg.

Today we met a number of other people at the university, got a walking tour of the town, and bought a few things for the kitchen. The weather was beautiful, clear and comfortable, but we were warned not to think that it will stay this way forever. I also fulfilled something of a lifelong dream: being referred to in all seriousness as Herr Professor Doctor.

Getting Ready, Getting Ready

2008-02-23T15:50:00.000-08:00

It takes a long time to leave, sometimes. I've known about this Salzburg trip for a long time--got confirmation over a year ago--and for a long time it's seemed just off there in the distance, something to look forward to in a rather vague way. But tomorrow, at long last, we will actually head off for Detroit with our several large bags of books and clothes (each packed carefully to be just under the 50-lb. limit, we hope). If all goes well, by sometime Monday morning we'll be in Salzburg, at last.

In the mean time, our friends are throwing a going-away party, and soon it'll be time to head over there, celebrate a little, and say goodbye.

So the next posting will probably be from a very different place . . .

Greetings

2008-02-14T16:32:00.000-08:00

Over the next several months, as just about anybody who is likely to read this already knows, I will be living in Salzburg with my wife Marlyce and teaching in the American Studies program at the University of Salzburg as a Fulbright lecturer. My plan is to use this blog to post some news, photos, and comments on our experience for those friends, relatives, and gluttons for punishment who may be interested.

I do not plan to use this space for minute descriptions of my day-to-day activities, elaborate discussions of politics, or extensive elaborations of what goes on in my head. Rumor has it that other blogs have that territory pretty much covered.