Sunday, June 22, 2014

Switzerland Part 3: Gruyères and Le Moléson


On Saturday we went to Gruyères, the small town known for its exceptionally delicious cheese. Our friends came with us and since they had already explored the old town, they enjoyed a mineral bath while we went to the castle. This post is mostly going to be pictures, but just so you don't get lost I'm dividing it up into two sections. PART ONE: old town and castle.
The old town is exceptionally cute.
 
With exceptional views.
 And this delightful castle!
We spent a really long time in the castle. First because we didn't realize how much it held, and then because everything was so much fun to see we couldn't stop looking. 

Including every view out of every window
And dramatic pieces of history!
This center courtyard is just beautiful


The interior was also really spectacular, parts of it still decorated from various centuries. For a while the castle was sold to a bunch of 19th century artists of the Romantic era, so one of the rooms is covered with flowery pastoral murals. This room (the knight's room) has instead violent historic murals.
With a big table for feasting. Or discussing the next battle.
How the ladies of Gruyères drove away the attacking armies with flaming goats
PART TWO: Going up Le Moléson. If we were tough people or in better shape or owned hiking boots on this continent, we would have climbed up the mountain, but we didn't. We took the funicular train, (which is basically like the first part of a rollercoaster, a little train that goes straight up the side of the mountain), and then a cable car (for when the angle is just too steep).

Getting into the funicular!
And I'm gonna try to go easy on the pictures from the cable car, but it's tough, as Owen was the one snapping pictures, and I was falling over myself looking out the continuous windows of the glass box we were inside. 
Why am I this happy? 
Because this is what I get to see.


When we got to the top of the cable car there was still a bit to climb and I was eager to make it to the very top, so I raced ahead of everyone else. 
taking time to look back across the magnificent views

I was already eating pretzels by the time everyone joined me. I think I've eaten pretzels at lower altitudes on airplanes. Our sweet friends were disappointed about the clouds on our behalf, saying "the peaks beyond those clouds are much higher than we are here, shame you can't see the whole view." Owen responded with, "so you're saying the clouds are conspiring to make us feel like we are on the top of the world? That's okay with me." We had been afraid the heavy morning clouds would prevent us from making a trip up at all, so we were absolutely delighted it became so clear. 

A hiker took this picture for us.
After soaking it all in for a while, we headed back down. Cablecar to the midway point, and then on foot the rest of the way down.



Dutch cows have less developed leg muscles than the Swiss. 


Owen's written the other three blog posts, so I just want to say what a pleasure it was to spend time with our friends in Switzerland. It doesn't seem at all fair, and we don't feel like we deserve it but we are heavy with gratitude for all the opportunities we're having. Thanks for coming along for the pictures. If you'd like postcards from our next adventure, let us know!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Switzerland Part 2: Lausanne

guest post by Owen

This is part 2 of a series on our recent trip to Switzerland.  Here's Part 1: Geneva, but you don't need to have read it before this post on the second city in which we spent most of our time: Lausanne, where we stayed with our friends Chris and Yordan.

Lausanne Ouchy

At the end of our first day in Geneva, we took the train to Lausanne and joined Chris as she arrived herself from work.  Together we rode the metro—Lausanne is apparently the smallest city in the world to have a subway system—to the part of the city that borders Lake Geneva, Lausanne Ouchy.  (Pronounced "oo-shee." Not "ouch-ee." As much as I wish it were.)  Chris and Yordan have an apartment over a restaurant on the waterfront.

This is seriously the view out their window.
Upon exploring the neighborhood in the daylight, we found that the waterside is quite pedestrian-friendly.  Many people commute by ferry from France every day, but the harbor is also a nice destination in itself.
There are nice benches to sit on where you can enjoy being in Switzerland...
...and having beautiful views of the pre-Alps in France.
We even discovered that the Swiss penchant for clocks also extends to their horticulture:

There's one in Geneva as well!
Lausanne is not flat

We also ventured up into the center of Lausanne, trying to get a sense of the city.  Even on the metro we could feel the incline, but once on foot we realized that the city is not even at a constant angle: it has hills and valleys even within the generally upward slope away from the lake.

After the Netherlands, this felt like an Escher print.
This low swath use to be the path of a river through the city down to the lake.
It felt good to stretch our legs and meander along beautifully cobbled streets past charming facades of shops and houses.

This umbrella is saying, "I'm so happy to be alive!"
Our goal was to reach the Lausanne Cathedral; we got a little lost a couple of time but eventually reached this series of wooden staircases set into the stone hillside:


Lausanne Cathedral

Once we reached the stairs, we were no longer lost.  The final flight framed the cathedral we were so happy to reach:

Once inside, we noticed that the interior was very similar to that of Geneva's cathedral: lots of cluster columns and gothic arches.


But the weather being so much sunnier, the stained glass was especially radiant that day.

La Philosophie—Les Arts—Les Sciences—Les Traveaux
As fun as it looks.
At the plaza around the cathedral, we were also rewarded by a view over the rooftops all the way back down to the lake.


That's all for now!  Stay tuned for next time, when we left the vicinity of Lausanne altogether and ventured out to Gruyères and Le Moléson.

Thanks for reading!

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Switzerland Part 1: Geneva

guest post by Owen

At the end of May, we had a chance to visit good friends in Switzerland for an extra-long weekend.  This will be the first of four posts on our trip, covering the time we spent in Geneva.

We left Leiden early on Thursday morning and, one short plane ride later, were exploring Geneva before noon.  We weren't meeting our friends in Lausanne until about 5 p.m., so we had a whole day to spend.  The plan was to walk into the old city to find the cathedral, but since breakfast had been so long ago, and there was a lovely park on the lakeside, we decided to stop for a trail-mix break:

Not even the Jet d'Eau could dampen our spirits! (Nor did it try.)
Nearly every fountain in the city has a small sign telling you whether the water is safe to drink or not, so we were also able to refill our water bottle frequently:

If the water is "eau non potable" then the little symbol of a wine goblet is crossed out.
Both of the days we were in Geneva, we had lunch at Chez Ma Cousine, a hole-in-the-wall restaurant where half a roast chicken, a tray of provencal potatoes, and a bowl of salad goes for about 15 Swiss Francs—which would still have been an excellent deal even if the food hadn't been so delicious!  This restaurant is also very close to where we spent most of our afternoon: St. Pierre Cathedral and the International Museum of the Reformation.

Geneva's St. Pierre Cathedral.  The International Museum of the Reformation is on the left.
The Reformation Museum was delightfully organized: there were rooms packed with historical documents, paintings, and other historical objects; rooms with films discussing the theological, economical, and political movements surrounding the reformation; and even a small, cozy (I'm wanting to say "gezellig") room for listening to reformation-inspired music:

Photo from the museum website.
The cathedral was also beautiful, with cluster columns and gothic arches (if I'm remembering Clara's descriptions correctly):

The interior of St. Pierre Cathedral
On our way back to the train station on that first day, we remarked on some of the differences between Swiss and Dutch cities, as far as we could generalize.  Of course, Swiss cities are less flat and canal-laced as their Dutch counterparts, but we also observed that there is more lane-sharing between pedestrians, bikes, and cars, more stone and less brick in the buildings, and more clocks:


As you can tell from these pictures, the weather wasn't spectacular the days we were in Geneva, although we were always sheltered whenever the heavens opened, but stay tuned for some beautiful days in Lausanne, Gruyères, and elsewhere around Lake Geneva!



Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Gold Leaf, Composers' homes, and Standing Room tickets: A Week in Vienna

Living in Europe is a bit of an odd thing. It's easy to picture the two of us running off every weekend to Paris, or some romantic getaway, but that's not actually how it goes. Owen works pretty hard, and I work pretty hard too, despite not having what people typically define as "work." So it's been a little embarrassing for people to ask, "you've been here for nine months now, where have you visited?" and to respond, "well... we went to England for Christmas, but we totally want to visit lots of places, sometime..." and have that be the lame end to the conversation. However, Owen had an opportunity through work to go to Austria to work with a colleague on a paper and it meant that we got to spend a week in Vienna.

Good Decisions
We drenched this trip in good decisions. We heard from a friend about AirBnB, a website on which people rent out their apartments or houses to travelers, which meant that Owen and I had a whole apartment (complete with a kitchen and laundry) for less than the prices of a reasonable hotel. Being able to cook for ourselves made traveling that much cheaper, and having a true home base enabled us to relax better in our downtime than otherwise. Taking only our backpacks (mine is quite small) meant that we were not burdened down with stuff, and we thanked our past-selves every day for packing light. I bought the Lonely Planet Guide to Vienna, and a German Phasebook before we left and both proved extremely helpful, both in planning the days events and in figuring out what to do when our plans went awry. We visited the museum on the history of the city at the beginning of the week to give us context for everything we would see, and went up the South Tower of the giant Stephanskirche at the end of the week to see views of everywhere we'd been. Other good life choices: procuring food for myself when I was hungry and using public transportation. When I was eighteen and traveling alone in Europe I thought I could subsist on gifted Nutragrain bars and Lipton's cup-a-soup while traveling everywhere in large cities on foot. I was young and poor, and while I find it difficult even now to argue with my reasoning, "Why spend money on food/transport when you could spend it on museums?" I am glad I now have more options.

Haydn's House
Composers' homes
Vienna's musical history is truly astounding. Haydn, Mozart, Salieri, Beethoven, Schubert, Brahms, the Strauss family, Brahms, Mahler, all spent incredibly important parts of their careers in music in this city. I visited the music museum and houses of Mozart and Haydn during the week, even though people laughed at me a bit for it. "What can you see at a composer's house?" I was asked a couple times. I think one of the reasons I love it so much is because we don't get to do this sort of thing so much in the US. Sure, we have some battlefields, and Boston has lots of "history" not much younger than Vienna, but it's not the same as the wealth of history in Europe. Maybe it doesn't matter if you go to the house where a composer lived. He lived in the whole city, right? so visiting any part of Vienna is like visiting his home, and while that's true, the best house-museums play on your imagination. They show you the personality of the composer, show you the letter Haydn wrote about his new piano and then show you the piano. They tell you he did his composing in the morning looking out at his garden, and there you are, on a May morning looking out at his reconstructed garden. If it's done right, you feel a little like you know the composer, like if the timing worked out right you might bump into him as he bustled upstairs to teach his newest student. It's a pretty special thing.

The atrium ceiling at the Kunsthistorisches Museum
Art Museums
The Upper Belvedere Palace is the museum
We went to one art museum together, the mammoth Kunsthistorisches Museum, which has an impressive collection of paintings from The Netherlands, many of which were painted in Leiden. How did they all get to Vienna? One by one, on boats and in carriages? It's kind of amazing to think about. The walls were just covered with paintings all the way up to the heavily decorated ceilings, not a single row at eye level like in most American museums. It's a little overwhelming, but also a lot of fun. Taking a course in Early Modern costume design (or, essentially Renaissance fashion) has given me a lot more to love in looking at old stuffy portraits. Later in the week I went to the Belvedere Museum, a startlingly excellent collection of artwork, much of it by Austrian artists I'd never heard of but loved. I also gained a new appreciation for gold leaf. The whole medieval gallery in this museum was full of gold leaf--you could even see into a corner room where someone was doing highly technical restoration work on a piece with gold leaf! The most famous painting in the museum is Klimt's work, The Kiss, which also has tons of gold leaf in it. There's something really exceptional about the way the gold leaf changes as you walk around it. It's a little like the dustjackets or covers of books where some of the cover is mat-finish but other parts, (maybe the text?) are glossy. You can't tell it from photographs, but in person it begs your eyes to keep looking at it. From all different directions. It also is unmistakably flat, right? All the detailed brushwork to give you an impression of depth to a painting but stick on some goldleaf and it breaks all illusion. It's a little jarring in Klimt's work sometimes, his careful, beautiful realistic body parts (faces, hands) emerging from flat quilts of patterns or flatter shining gold. I'm not usually much of a fan of glitzy shiny stuff, but Klimt's paintings are staggeringly beautiful.

Standing room tickets
If you visit Vienna, you will have no shortage of concert options. While we were there we got to see a free outdoor performance of the Wien Symphoniker, (not to be confused with the Vienna Philharmonic) celebrating the anniversary of the end of the Nazi regime. At every tourist-y area you will be accosted by the Mozart Men, people dressed as Mozart hassling tourists to come and see a mediocre concert performed in costume, usually of the Mozart's Greatest Hits variety, often with some Strauss maybe with ballroom dancers dancing to the Blue Danue Waltz! These concerts are entirely attended by tourists, and mostly American ones who don't know how to find the real concerts. I was determined to find an excellent performance for our free night, so after doing some careful research I got us tickets to a performance at the Vienna Volksopera, and although the nature of the performance was a little fuzzy, I had heard very good things about the "People's opera" and ballet so I figured it was a safe bet, even if I wasn't sure what it was. The title was "Dance Variations" and the performers included a string quartet so I thought it might be a ballet of sorts? Or possibly a short opera? When we arrived we discovered that our 3 euro tickets were for the standing room, a disappointment at the end of a long day walking and working. We still had no idea what the nature of the performance was going to be, there was no set, but there were three chairs with glasses of water, so perhaps some singing? None of the above. What we actually found ourselves attending was a staged reading of a series of letters interspersed with chamber music. The chamber music was magnificent, but the acting unfortunately was all in German. Owen caught enough to determine the plot of the story and a joke here or there, but I just sat it out and waited for the music. And I felt very foolish. I was so determined to make like a local, I got myself more than I could handle. But as much as I felt foolish, I was also grateful, because the usher kindly let us sit for the whole performance in some of the empty seats. I'm happy to laugh at myself, and eager to learn more to avoid future confusions.

To Sum Up
We had a wonderful time, saw lots of exciting things, and are full of recommendations if you ever feel like going to Vienna yourself. If you'd like to read my reviews of different places I wrote up a bunch on Trip Advisor. We are really glad to have this amazing opportunity, learned a lot, gained a lot of experience and had a wonderful time. Please tell us where else you think we should visit!