Run bike swim bike swim bike bike bike run run swim bike run run run run swim bike...the story of many an hour over the past few months whilst getting myself ready for my first triathlon. Luckily I have also had a training partner. Kalie, whilst not doing the tri herself, kicked my butt up many a Cumberland hill on foot and bike and also lent me a fantastic Liv sized road bike for the event itself. The only drawback of the bike was it having clip in shoes so I had to learn how to clip in and, more importantly, clip out. This was not so easy at first and led to two rather splendid crashes whilst stationary. I have some nice bruises and a scabby knee to show for it! So lots of preparation later...
The day dawned without a cloud in the sky. I set up my transition station with my bike, bike shoes, helmet, trainers, spare clothes and met my neighbours.
Then it was off to the pool to wait...and wait...for my turn. The swim was short - 325 yards/ 13 lengths - and there were people assigned to each lane to count and drop an orange board to indicate when you were on your last length. When my wave was called, I claimed a middle lane along with another woman. As we stood and waited for the people in our lane to finish, we were horrified when the lap counter was too slow to react with the orange board, the man had already flipped and missed it so ended up doing another 2 lengths. Not only that, but the other person in the lane did the same as he knew the man was faster than him so assumed he had 2 more too...we both looked at each other aghast and told each other to COUNT!!!
Anyway, she was on the ball after that and we were fine although the swim was rather frantic and crazy especially at the start. Once 6 mins and 39 seconds were over, it was a jog outside to throw on my socks and shoes, a panic over the fact I couldn't do the clip on my blooming helmet and then I was off. I thought I'd be bothered about being wet but actually I didn't give it a moment's thought. I was only interested in powering off and making sure the people in front were getting closer to me not further away. Kalie had told me highest gear possible and push it so I did. My thighs were killing me after about 2 miles but figured I'd worry about the run when the time came! Thankfully intersections on the course were manned by the police so there was no need to stop until I crossed the dismount line 13 miles (42 minutes) later. Apparently I averaged 18.5 mph (the statistics could make a person seriously nerdy). My legs were by now a combination of jelly and bricks. I managed to transition quickly into my runners but then my weird muscle pop-out happened from my stomach...only a small reason to panic. Oh well, I jiggled a bit and it was ok so then it was off at a snail's pace on the run. An evil hill was a killer, baby steps the whole way up, but at least coming back down allowed my legs to flush out and I could kick up a gear to make it across the finish line in a miraculous 22 minutes 50 seconds! Hurrah!
I had set myself the goal of 1 hr 30 mins and realised from the clock that I had beaten that but was surpised my final time was 1 hr 15 mins 18 secs. 18th overall, 1st in the female 20-29 category. A job well done! I even got a massage and stretch out at the end from a very hunky doctor. Only problem now is I want to do another and I'd like a nice road bike...
Sunday, 20 May 2012
Wednesday, 16 May 2012
Small town Maine
Today is Sarah my housemate's birthday so at the weekend we went to her parents house in Oxford for an early celebration. Kindly enough, the people across the street decided to set off some fireworks which drew us all out on to the front steps (about 12 of us). Periodically, they made some pretty impressive bangs causing us to oooh and ahhhh. I was surprised by this as I learned fairly early on that fireworks were illegal in Maine but apparently various places have just voted to make them legal. Anyhow, no sooner had the last firework exploded and the neighbours drawn down their garage door, two police cruisers turned into the drive. Cue a very stereotypical small town American cop easing his way out of his cruiser, hitching up his pants and saying 'nice fireworks'. Apparently the sight of us all standing round led them to believe that it was us causing a noise nuisance. Perish the thought! Fearing immediate deportation, I scurried into the house. It seems that whilst fireworks are now legal, in reality only the silent kind are permitted. Hmmm...maybe we should fly in these crack cops to fight the pre-bonfire night explosions in Abington Park!
On Sunday I went to see a woman called Temple Grandin talk at the University of Southern Maine about her life with autism and she was fascinating. She spoke about how she sees in pictures and compartmentalises all of her experiences into boxes. Where, if asked to envision a church steeple, we would likely think of a generic steeple, she would open boxes in her mind of different steeples - famous ones, local ones etc. She also talked about how important it was that her parents pushed her to develop her social skills but in ways that interested her. The insight was really useful for working with both children with autism and their parents. HBO recently made a film about her (called Temple Grandin) which I haven't seen but comes highly recommended. It tells the tale of her struggle to be taken seriously when she presented people with her designs for humane cattle pens and entries to slaughter houses. By thinking like an animal, she was able to isolate little details that scared the cattle and altered these to make processes better for the animal and therefore more successful. She is now widely regarded as a true expert in her field. As she put it, 'Not bad for someone who was labelled mentally retarded'.
I have also been a volunteer at the soup kitchen again. Walking around Portland in the nicer weather, it seems that there are more people than before who are homeless and it was rather depressing seeing the sheer numbers that came through the door last night. At least they have somewhere which consistently has good quality food and support available.
Race photos and statistics have been released for the Esperanza 5K. There was 1 UK runner, 1 German runner and 287 Americans. At least I was first for my country!
On Sunday I went to see a woman called Temple Grandin talk at the University of Southern Maine about her life with autism and she was fascinating. She spoke about how she sees in pictures and compartmentalises all of her experiences into boxes. Where, if asked to envision a church steeple, we would likely think of a generic steeple, she would open boxes in her mind of different steeples - famous ones, local ones etc. She also talked about how important it was that her parents pushed her to develop her social skills but in ways that interested her. The insight was really useful for working with both children with autism and their parents. HBO recently made a film about her (called Temple Grandin) which I haven't seen but comes highly recommended. It tells the tale of her struggle to be taken seriously when she presented people with her designs for humane cattle pens and entries to slaughter houses. By thinking like an animal, she was able to isolate little details that scared the cattle and altered these to make processes better for the animal and therefore more successful. She is now widely regarded as a true expert in her field. As she put it, 'Not bad for someone who was labelled mentally retarded'.
I have also been a volunteer at the soup kitchen again. Walking around Portland in the nicer weather, it seems that there are more people than before who are homeless and it was rather depressing seeing the sheer numbers that came through the door last night. At least they have somewhere which consistently has good quality food and support available.
Race photos and statistics have been released for the Esperanza 5K. There was 1 UK runner, 1 German runner and 287 Americans. At least I was first for my country!
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Cinco de Mayo
On Saturday, I experienced another American celebration, 'Cinco de Mayo'. I have it on good authority from the Mexican Fulbrighters that this is not celebrated in Mexico, however, Americans use the day as an excuse to drink a lot of margaritas and cervezas and eat a lot of tacos, chips, dips...Sounds awful doesn't it?
We decided to enter into the spirit of things and head to a Mexican restaurant for dinner and cocktails. When we arrived, we were showered with beads and...moustaches! We popped in to the supermarket on our way home and Sofie decided we should wear our facial hair, so we did. It was lots of fun watching people's reactions as they did double takes and then creased up laughing.
Sadly, I couldn't indulge in too many margaritas as it was up at the crack of dawn on Sunday for a 5K run through Cumberland to support the local charity 'Safe Passage'. The story behind the charity is inspirational. It was set up by a woman from the next town when, after a time working in Guatemala City, a friend took her by the city's rubbish dump. She was appalled at what she saw: young children being forced to scavenge from a massive rubbish dump in order to earn a living for their family. Instead of talking about how awful it was, she did something, immediately selling her car and using the money to start making changes. Her charity now provides many children in Guatemala City with free education and also supports their families in other ways too so they can afford to have their children learning instead of earning. The event was really well supported by the community and was lots of fun, especially as the sun was out after days and days of dreary grey and rain.
However, this joy wasn't set to last as of course we had a field trip booked for today to the Maine Wildlife Park. It peed it down consistently for our whole visit so many of the animals stayed in hiding and the kids got soaked...
Oh well, we learned a lot about identifying the skulls of different animals and I saw my first moose so it wasn't all bad!
Oh and there was also a scary bear loose in the park...
We decided to enter into the spirit of things and head to a Mexican restaurant for dinner and cocktails. When we arrived, we were showered with beads and...moustaches! We popped in to the supermarket on our way home and Sofie decided we should wear our facial hair, so we did. It was lots of fun watching people's reactions as they did double takes and then creased up laughing.
Sadly, I couldn't indulge in too many margaritas as it was up at the crack of dawn on Sunday for a 5K run through Cumberland to support the local charity 'Safe Passage'. The story behind the charity is inspirational. It was set up by a woman from the next town when, after a time working in Guatemala City, a friend took her by the city's rubbish dump. She was appalled at what she saw: young children being forced to scavenge from a massive rubbish dump in order to earn a living for their family. Instead of talking about how awful it was, she did something, immediately selling her car and using the money to start making changes. Her charity now provides many children in Guatemala City with free education and also supports their families in other ways too so they can afford to have their children learning instead of earning. The event was really well supported by the community and was lots of fun, especially as the sun was out after days and days of dreary grey and rain.
However, this joy wasn't set to last as of course we had a field trip booked for today to the Maine Wildlife Park. It peed it down consistently for our whole visit so many of the animals stayed in hiding and the kids got soaked...
Oh well, we learned a lot about identifying the skulls of different animals and I saw my first moose so it wasn't all bad!
Oh and there was also a scary bear loose in the park...
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Falling in love with the Windy City
First stop: Anish Kapoor's 'Cloud Gate' (known affectionately as The Bean) for some fun with the camera.
I then cut back and followed the river walk round until I
got to the Sears/ Willis Tower – the tallest structure in the Northern
Hemisphere. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to go to the top, so I joined the
queue which thankfully they make as painless as possible by having various
interesting facts displayed around the walls, my favourite of which was “It
only took 3 years to build the Sears Tower (in the 1970s) whereas it took the
Egyptians 20 years to build the pyramid”…two very comparable feats! We then got
shepherded into a theatre to watch a short film which gave a brief history of
Chicago. The original city was built of wood and was virtually completely
destroyed in the Great Chicago Fire of… Instead of abandoning the city,
developers set about rebuilding and wow…what a city! It has continued to grow
and has been at the forefront of architectural design. Finally, it was up in
the lift to the 103rd floor at ridiculous speed where I then joined
the masses peering down on Chicago. Unfortunately, there wasn’t an outdoor
observation deck but you could step out onto these completely encased glass
ledges where all you had between you and the city below was a few inches of
transparent glass. Not for those with vertigo!
By the time I returned to the hotel, it was time for dinner
and it was great getting together with all the other Fulbrighters to compare
stories and experiences. I don’t think we drew breath for hours…
We spent most of Saturday talking together about returning
home and how to cope with not being special anymore. It was great to mix more
with the Mexican, French, Hungarian and Czech teachers and hear their
stories…some very interesting! All groups did presentations about their
experiences which was fascinating. The prize for the best one went to the
Hungarians and the Czech’s – watch this space for a link to the video if you fancy a chuckle. There was a
lot of head nodding in agreement as we watched!
Fulbright kindly arranged an architectural boat trip along the river for us in the late afternoon so, bundled up against the wind (you really do see how it got its nickname), we sat up on deck and admired the views. The guide was a volunteer who spoke for 90 minutes almost non-stop. She was incredibly knowledgeable!
The black tower in the picture on the right is the Sears Tower. Apparently the design was conceived using cigarettes. The architects positioned them at different levels and imagined how it might work as a building.
| Team UK |
Certificates awarded, I was free for another couple of hours before needing to head to the airport so I tramped up the Magnificent Mile, a shopping haven, and just had a quick pop in shops which don’t exist in Maine, then weaved my way back through the city looking for an ice cream place. No such luck, but I did stumble upon a couple more Chicago gems including the Picasso sculpture that I read about with my class in Picasso’s biography.
My final stop was the Art Institute of Chicago. WOW WOW WOW!
It was AMAZING! It knocked the Philly art museum (and most I’ve ever been to)
out of the water. The collection of art was truly incredible, I can’t gush
enough. I fell in love with Matisse and oohed at Picasso, Calder, Klee,
Giocometti, Magritte, Warhol, Pollock, O'Keefe…the list is endless.
| The Art Institute is also home to Chagall's America windows |
All in all I loved Chicago. A city of culture and
skyscrapers.
On another note, this week I had a MAJOR car panic. The
emergency engine light came on in the car when I pulled off the highway. That
was enough to get me flapping and I was sooooo relieved to get home without
anything bad happening. When I relayed this story to people, they all told me
not to worry, it probably wasn’t anything major. Thankfully, they were right
and Jeff, who I bought the car from, is ridiculously handy and seized my
absence this weekend to check it out and fix it all up. Phew! There’s nothing
like a bit of car trouble to remind me I’m absolutely useless. All’s well that
ends well!Saturday, 21 April 2012
Spring break in Philly
Spring break finally arrived and brought with it spectacular weather so it was off to the beach for a wander and an icecream. A perfect start to vacation!
On my list of things to do in the States was to take a bus trip. I always had a romantic notion of Greyhound travel thanks to various movies, however, this was shattered when someone told me that those buses really were the pits, often stopping at casinos to drop off/pick up the desperate along the way. Hmmm...further investigations into economy travel revealed Megabus were alive and well in the States too, would allow me to get to Philadelphia and back for under $70 and wouldn't take much longer than travelling by plane. So, on Sunday night, I took the budget option and embarked on my first overnight bus journey since mission get home from Portugal. This time there were no breakdowns and no smelly feet from fellow passengers, there was just a not all that comfortable seat and being dropped off at 6 in the morning in a dark and fairly dodgy looking street. Oh well...all part of the adventure I thought to myself and headed off in the direction of the train station to find the subway. Thankfully it turned out to be very easy to find my hostel located in the Old City and then begin my self-guided tour of Philly.
First stop: Reading Terminal Market. I had deliberations over where to stop for breakfast but a bakery stall won with their delicious looking cherry, walnut and apple bagels. Sandwiched with cream cheese, it didn't disappoint. Yum! Fuelled up, I began my trek around the city, taking in lots of the street art in sparkling sunshine as I got my bearings.
Then it was off to learn some more about American history at Independence Hall. Philadelphia was the first capital of the United States and was home to many of her important founders. The name you cannot escape is Benjamin Franklin - he had many jobs: inventor, postmaster, author, printer and politician. When the Americans were fighting for independence from British Rule, the declaration of independence and bill of rights were debated, drawn up and signed in Philly.
The liberty bell is also on display, although it has been out of use for over a century because of its crack. It was fascinating to read about how the bell has become a symbol in the fight for 'liberty, freedom and justice for all' over the years. Firstly in relation to American independence, then later in the fight for a woman's right to vote, the civil rights movement and even today is used by protests seeking equality.
I tramped around to other historical sites too including Elfreth's Alley, said to be the oldest street in America where Mr Franklin is believed to have lived at some point, and The Betsy Ross House, Betsy Ross being the woman who designed the stars and stripes. I also popped down to see the Delaware River from Penn's landing but it is an odd strip of waterfront as it is separated from the rest of the city by a ginormous interstate.
On Tuesday, first stop was the Art Musuem to see 'Van Gogh up close' via the Rodin garden. It was incredibly popular and you had to wade through the masses to get close to the paintings but it was a really interesting exhibition which focussed on paintings he did from 1886-1890. Having a head set was great as the narration included exerpts of the letters sent between Van Gogh and members of his family and gave background details about these 'turmultuous years' of his life. The permanent collection of the museum was interesting too, with lots of work by Monet, Cezanne and Picasso.
Once I was all arted out, I strolled through some of Fairmont park behind the museum and then headed off to the Eastern State Penitentiary. It was shut down in 1971 and left empty for twenty years until eventually they decided to turn it into a museum. As a result of being deserted for so long, lots of the prison fell into disrepair and still hasn't been completely restored - the result is eerie and a little spooky (I wouldn't want to be there after dark!) It was a fascinating couple of hours. You get a head set and a map and then can just wander round at your own pace as you listen to the history of the building and hear from ex-employees and inmates. It was interesting to hear how the nature of incarceration changed from 1790's solitary cells with their own exercise yards (when it was believed true penitence could only be gained from having complete silence - the guards even wore cloth over their shoes so they could not be heard walking the corridors) to a prison where inmates did lots of jobs and played together on sports teams. The prison had a fully functioning hospital with operating theatre and resident surgeons and each wing had its own barbers shop. You could also see Al Capone's cell where he spent a couple of months in luxury thanks to his relationships with the guards and also see where an inmate managed to dig an escape tunnel. He took 4 others inmates with him, however, within hours all but one of them had been caught and the last returned of his own accord because he was hungry!
After exploring the city on foot, it was time to put my faith in America's public transport system. There is lots to do in Pennsylvania...if you have a car. Tell hepful tourist office people you don't have one and they look flummoxed and run out of suggestions. I was pointed in the direction of Valley Forge Historical park though, just outside of Philly (accessible by bus). During the American revolution, when the British were in possession of the city, Washington and his troops set up camp at Valley Forge to sit out the winter of 1777-78. They built huts to live in, spurred on by freezing conditions and the promise of $15 for the first completed hut. Many troops died of disease during the winter, supplies often struggled to get through and life was tough. Come Spring, an ex-Prussian general was brought in by Washington to train the troops formally and methodically. The continental army was then eventually victorious in chasing out the British. A chapel was built as a memorial to Washington. Apparently the statue of him is the only one of a general you are ever likely to see where he is sitting in contemplation rather than in a battle pose.
On my last day I decided to try and get out into Lancaster county to see the Amish farmlands Again, without a car, no-one could actually tell me whether this was a possible feat unless I took a ridiculously expensive bus tour but I thought i'd try anyway. I caught a train to Lancaster, possibly the most depressing place in Pennsylvania, walked to the tourist office in the centre of town where a very helpful man gave me a bus timetable and sent me off to see the town of Intercourse (snigger snigger). This is where Harrison Ford filmed some of his scenes for the film 'Witness'. It is now a tourist mecca thanks to a shopping village that has sprung up around a jam factory shop the Amish community set up in the 50s. Doing the tourist thing, I hopped on a buggy ride for about an hour through the countryside. Our guide was a retired Amish farmer who answered every question the shamelessly uninhibited American woman behind me asked so I now feel relatively well-informed. It was bizarre to see people in traditional dress farming the land with mules and being pulled along the roads in tiny buggies by beautiful horses as their neighbours mowed their lawns in jeans and raced by in their cars.
On my list of things to do in the States was to take a bus trip. I always had a romantic notion of Greyhound travel thanks to various movies, however, this was shattered when someone told me that those buses really were the pits, often stopping at casinos to drop off/pick up the desperate along the way. Hmmm...further investigations into economy travel revealed Megabus were alive and well in the States too, would allow me to get to Philadelphia and back for under $70 and wouldn't take much longer than travelling by plane. So, on Sunday night, I took the budget option and embarked on my first overnight bus journey since mission get home from Portugal. This time there were no breakdowns and no smelly feet from fellow passengers, there was just a not all that comfortable seat and being dropped off at 6 in the morning in a dark and fairly dodgy looking street. Oh well...all part of the adventure I thought to myself and headed off in the direction of the train station to find the subway. Thankfully it turned out to be very easy to find my hostel located in the Old City and then begin my self-guided tour of Philly.
First stop: Reading Terminal Market. I had deliberations over where to stop for breakfast but a bakery stall won with their delicious looking cherry, walnut and apple bagels. Sandwiched with cream cheese, it didn't disappoint. Yum! Fuelled up, I began my trek around the city, taking in lots of the street art in sparkling sunshine as I got my bearings.
Then it was off to learn some more about American history at Independence Hall. Philadelphia was the first capital of the United States and was home to many of her important founders. The name you cannot escape is Benjamin Franklin - he had many jobs: inventor, postmaster, author, printer and politician. When the Americans were fighting for independence from British Rule, the declaration of independence and bill of rights were debated, drawn up and signed in Philly.
| Benjamin Franklin's post office |
The liberty bell is also on display, although it has been out of use for over a century because of its crack. It was fascinating to read about how the bell has become a symbol in the fight for 'liberty, freedom and justice for all' over the years. Firstly in relation to American independence, then later in the fight for a woman's right to vote, the civil rights movement and even today is used by protests seeking equality.
I tramped around to other historical sites too including Elfreth's Alley, said to be the oldest street in America where Mr Franklin is believed to have lived at some point, and The Betsy Ross House, Betsy Ross being the woman who designed the stars and stripes. I also popped down to see the Delaware River from Penn's landing but it is an odd strip of waterfront as it is separated from the rest of the city by a ginormous interstate.
| Elfreth's Alley |
| Sylvester 'Rocky' Stallone's gift to the Museum of Art |
Once I was all arted out, I strolled through some of Fairmont park behind the museum and then headed off to the Eastern State Penitentiary. It was shut down in 1971 and left empty for twenty years until eventually they decided to turn it into a museum. As a result of being deserted for so long, lots of the prison fell into disrepair and still hasn't been completely restored - the result is eerie and a little spooky (I wouldn't want to be there after dark!) It was a fascinating couple of hours. You get a head set and a map and then can just wander round at your own pace as you listen to the history of the building and hear from ex-employees and inmates. It was interesting to hear how the nature of incarceration changed from 1790's solitary cells with their own exercise yards (when it was believed true penitence could only be gained from having complete silence - the guards even wore cloth over their shoes so they could not be heard walking the corridors) to a prison where inmates did lots of jobs and played together on sports teams. The prison had a fully functioning hospital with operating theatre and resident surgeons and each wing had its own barbers shop. You could also see Al Capone's cell where he spent a couple of months in luxury thanks to his relationships with the guards and also see where an inmate managed to dig an escape tunnel. He took 4 others inmates with him, however, within hours all but one of them had been caught and the last returned of his own accord because he was hungry!
After exploring the city on foot, it was time to put my faith in America's public transport system. There is lots to do in Pennsylvania...if you have a car. Tell hepful tourist office people you don't have one and they look flummoxed and run out of suggestions. I was pointed in the direction of Valley Forge Historical park though, just outside of Philly (accessible by bus). During the American revolution, when the British were in possession of the city, Washington and his troops set up camp at Valley Forge to sit out the winter of 1777-78. They built huts to live in, spurred on by freezing conditions and the promise of $15 for the first completed hut. Many troops died of disease during the winter, supplies often struggled to get through and life was tough. Come Spring, an ex-Prussian general was brought in by Washington to train the troops formally and methodically. The continental army was then eventually victorious in chasing out the British. A chapel was built as a memorial to Washington. Apparently the statue of him is the only one of a general you are ever likely to see where he is sitting in contemplation rather than in a battle pose.
On my last day I decided to try and get out into Lancaster county to see the Amish farmlands Again, without a car, no-one could actually tell me whether this was a possible feat unless I took a ridiculously expensive bus tour but I thought i'd try anyway. I caught a train to Lancaster, possibly the most depressing place in Pennsylvania, walked to the tourist office in the centre of town where a very helpful man gave me a bus timetable and sent me off to see the town of Intercourse (snigger snigger). This is where Harrison Ford filmed some of his scenes for the film 'Witness'. It is now a tourist mecca thanks to a shopping village that has sprung up around a jam factory shop the Amish community set up in the 50s. Doing the tourist thing, I hopped on a buggy ride for about an hour through the countryside. Our guide was a retired Amish farmer who answered every question the shamelessly uninhibited American woman behind me asked so I now feel relatively well-informed. It was bizarre to see people in traditional dress farming the land with mules and being pulled along the roads in tiny buggies by beautiful horses as their neighbours mowed their lawns in jeans and raced by in their cars.
| The store used in 'Witness' |
I can't say the return to youth hostelling was enjoyable especially as I returned to find they'd made a mistake with my booking, accused me of outstaying my welcome and had kicked me out of my room. The journey back was a long one but interesting as we passed through New Jersey, entered New York over the Washington Bridge, drove up through Connecticut, Massachusettes and into Maine. Philly was well worth the trip but being back in my own bed was wonderful!
| Manhattan skyline from the Washington Bridge |
Thursday, 12 April 2012
The eggcellent eggseum
At our morning meeting share on Monday, we all talked about what we had done for Easter and it hit me...I had not taken part in the usual family tradition of egg decorating. How could this be? Well, the absence of my mother explained a lot, so in her honour, I quickly set about arranging a belated egg competition.
Then came the question "Are you going to do one?" "Of course," I replied, "and it'll be hard to beat so you'd better get cracking (ha ha) and put your thinking caps on!"
After much deliberation, I settled on a shark...
Then came the question "Are you going to do one?" "Of course," I replied, "and it'll be hard to beat so you'd better get cracking (ha ha) and put your thinking caps on!"
After much deliberation, I settled on a shark...
...and placed him in the eggseum ready to snap at the competition, and what competition there was. We had a butterfly, a race car, a clock, a rabbit, a dog, a hockey player, a unicorn, some farmers and lots more.
The voting procedure was rigorous but the winner was...
My shark didn't even place...pah!
Our last job of the afternoon was to go pace egging and roll them down the ball field bank. If I say we did boot camp among the egg yolks, you'll gather this wasn't a particularly civilised affair. Fun though! Another tradition shared :)
Saturday, 7 April 2012
Happy Secular(ish) Easter
It feels very odd it being Easter this weekend and not being off school. We were at school on Good Friday and will be there on Monday too. It has been fun talking to the kids about their Easter traditions. They are all eagerly awaiting a visit from the Easter bunny who brings a basket full of goodies and hides plastic eggs with little treats for them to find. There is not one large chocolate Easter egg in sight which seems strange (the kids mouths were watering at the prospect) but thankfully there are an abundance of mini eggs to see me through!
I also can't believe that I am now over 2/3 of my way through my time here. I have just finished my second round of parent-teacher conferences and lots of the parents were asking whether i'd enjoyed my time here and when I was going home...it only seems like yesterday the school year was beginning. After 'vacation' next week, we have just under 8 weeks of teaching time left. Whilst this makes me a little sad, it also means the beginning of another adventure. Frida and I have booked our flights to San Francisco, managing to co-ordinate landing within an hour of each other (if all goes to plan) and are planning a road trip in a camper van up the coast of California and Oregon with stops at various beautiful places along the way. This is, however, dependent on us being able to negotiate our way out of San Fran without having nervous breakdowns due to vast highways and being in charge of a house on wheels. We've decided to worry about that when the time comes...
Other than school and travel research, I haven't been doing anything that could be classed as majorly exciting for the last couple of weekends but I have enjoyed myself and the sunshine all the same. Last Saturday, I walked the boulevard in Portland with Theresa, then strolled around Twin Brooks with Betty the beagle who just about drove me crackers as she was entranced by lots of new smells.
I also started some swimming lessons this week and nearly got frost bite from the pool. You wouldn't want to bet on me surviving for long in cold water. We weren't incredibly active as she wanted to assess us on various bits and pieces, so by the time I got out my lips, toes and fingers were blue. Everyone else still looked perfectly normal though which is a mystery to me! I didn't think a person could be blue yet still alive, but I was wrong. Thank goodness for a hot shower, a hair dryer and my car's heater.
Today was another great day for exercise. I went on a fantastic bike ride with Kalie, an ed. tech at school, and two of her friends. She gave me a much needed lesson on how to ride a road bike properly (I could not work out how to change gear...only a minor problem) and then we were off. It was a chilly ride but one with some rolling hills and an absolute killer which thankfully I was able to wobble my way up with my new found gear changing ability. We rode through Cumberland and I got an idea of just how vast the school district really is, out to Pineland farms where, joy of joy, there was a coffee shop with a comfy couch from which we could see all the way to a snowy Mount Washington 60 miles away in New Hampshire. All in all, my idea of a perfect couple of hours!
I also can't believe that I am now over 2/3 of my way through my time here. I have just finished my second round of parent-teacher conferences and lots of the parents were asking whether i'd enjoyed my time here and when I was going home...it only seems like yesterday the school year was beginning. After 'vacation' next week, we have just under 8 weeks of teaching time left. Whilst this makes me a little sad, it also means the beginning of another adventure. Frida and I have booked our flights to San Francisco, managing to co-ordinate landing within an hour of each other (if all goes to plan) and are planning a road trip in a camper van up the coast of California and Oregon with stops at various beautiful places along the way. This is, however, dependent on us being able to negotiate our way out of San Fran without having nervous breakdowns due to vast highways and being in charge of a house on wheels. We've decided to worry about that when the time comes...
Other than school and travel research, I haven't been doing anything that could be classed as majorly exciting for the last couple of weekends but I have enjoyed myself and the sunshine all the same. Last Saturday, I walked the boulevard in Portland with Theresa, then strolled around Twin Brooks with Betty the beagle who just about drove me crackers as she was entranced by lots of new smells.
I also started some swimming lessons this week and nearly got frost bite from the pool. You wouldn't want to bet on me surviving for long in cold water. We weren't incredibly active as she wanted to assess us on various bits and pieces, so by the time I got out my lips, toes and fingers were blue. Everyone else still looked perfectly normal though which is a mystery to me! I didn't think a person could be blue yet still alive, but I was wrong. Thank goodness for a hot shower, a hair dryer and my car's heater.
| Mount Washington is the snow capped peak in the far right distance |
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