first impressions of copenhagen

1. bikes, bikes, bikes, bike lanes that are like their own streets, kids on bikes, parents on bikes with kids, bikes left unlocked on the sidewalks (trust!), road bikes, cruiser bikes, bikes with baskets and bikes with bells. did i mention bikes?
2. pretty, simple, symmetrical architecture; spires and steep roofs and colorful facades.
3. tivoli gardens = amazing, even without riding any of the rides. churros with chocolate sauce are my new favorite food. and i wish they celebrated christmas with this much flair back home.
4. lots of really beautiful people with unusually colored eyes and easy smiles.
5. little kids in snow onesies, mittens and hats.
6. canals of dark green water.
7. cool grafitti that i can't read at all.
8. an exchange rate that causes considerable confusion.
9. christmas lights, cold wind, cobblestones, and cheese for breakfast.
10. protest (?) marches accompanied by homemade music (drums, maracas, and clapping hands), accompanied by dancing and banners that i couldn't understand.

UWIN 2008 and first farewells

this weekend marked the first "end" of something for me here in england. i competed in the university women's indoor ultimate nationals: had a lot of fun, played some excellent ultimate, and found myself in tears sunday evening as i came to realization that this is the first of many endings for me here. there are a hundred and one reasons why i'm excited to be so close to coming home, but i've been starting to realize lately all of the things i will miss when i leave as well. this has been an interesting and encouraging and emotional realization for me. in a lot of ways, i hadn't realized how attached i have become to some things here--i didn't expect it to hurt so much, but it does. and at the same time that it hurts, it makes me feel good too, because i know that it means that i have made real connections here. it's another instance of perspective being the key, and a bittersweet taste on the tongue being the outcome.

random fling, 6th place finishers at UWIN 2008: (top row) rachel, myself, freesia, (middle row) rosie, anna, (bottom row) emily, sophie, and caroline.

the absolute best thing about my time here in nottingham and at the university, has been playing ultimate with these girls. my time on the pitch here has been challenging, encouraging, educational, and above all else fun. the women's ultimate team here is my niche: it's the place where i feel most like myself, where i've been most able to be fully present to where i am, it's been my escape and my release when i've needed one, it's where i've grown, it's where i've met people that i admire and who inspire me, and with whom i have come to be friends. so (as you might imagine), after spending two whole days linked in a common goal as a team, playing some really excellent ultimate, and finishing the weekend as the 6th ranked team in the UK, i found myself shocked at the harsh reality that the season was over. shock is the right word. i had failed to realize that this was the last time i'd play with freesia, anna, rachel, caroline, rosie, emily, and sophie. no more tuesday night practices, no more goofy sideline dances, no more high fives and hugs after hard-fought points. it was amazing, but now it's over. and that's hard.
i know that when i get back to linfield, i will have fun playing ultimate with my friends there... but i will miss being serious about the sport. there's no doubt that i enjoy just chucking around with friends, or playing games that are more a competition to see who gets muddiest than a chance to grasp a new tactic... but i'll miss working out, drilling, really running, and working hard 4 days a week to improve my game. i'll miss (our captain) sophie's criticism, advice, and encouragement more than i can say. she has both pushed me and believed in me so much since i joined the team, and i contribute most of my progress here to being able to play with, and attempt to emulate, her. i've come to really love the sport of ultimate in my time here playing with random fling, and that is something i know that i can bring home with me.

myself and sophie following the awards ceremony at UWIN

and so the first farewell of many. classes end for me this thursday, although that is certainly not something that will be met with an emotional farewell. but i fly to denmark on friday morning, which means really that i only have maybe 2 weeks total that i will be in nottingham before i'm flying home. that's another strange truth that recently struck. i'm going to have to say goodbye to my favorite spot in the city: the cafe nero in beeston. i'll only have to walk over that dratted hill in the downs perhaps another 6 or 7 times before i leave. i'll only have to eat hall meals dominated by bread and potatoes for a few more evenings. and it's all so surreal.
i've spent so much time trying to get accustomed to this place, and being irritated with it's little frustrations... but now i'm starting to look at them with a sort of nostalgia. it's not that i'll miss the terrible food necessarily, but it has been a part of my experience here, and therefore is now looked at with a sort of fond amusement. i think the slow process of letting go has begun, and with it is coming a greater tolerance for things that once drove me nuts, and a sadness at having to say goodbye to things that i really do love here. and overriding it all is a sense of accomplishment: because this is happening right now, i've realized that i have made good use of my time here. i've finally stopped trying to compare myself to other people here: stopped wondering if i would have met more people if i'd fallen in more with the culture here (if i had drunk and partied a little more, been a bit less of a hermit, maybe not have traveled every weekend), stopped feeling like i might be missing out on something. instead i'm realizing just how much i have learnt, accomplished, and experienced since being here, and i'm feeling a bit in awe of it all.

best of all, i feel like all of these realizations are coming at just the right time. they've come before i leave for my european adventures, before i (no matter how greatly anticipated) begin to gradually reconnect with home by spending time with daniel, and then by erik's arrival and our time together here. this way, i get to own my time here a little bit more. i get to look around and say, "hey, look what i did... all on my own, in different country, 5000 miles away from home." this experience will forever be something that i did, something i can be proud of, and something that i can better share with all of the people that i love. and i also get to savour these last days i have here in nottingham, feeling content with my experience, entirely free to enjoy it, and all the more excited for the new adventures that are rapidly approaching. yay! :)
and i think (and hope) that when the time comes for me to come home, i'll be able to leave feeling content, without regrets, and with a sweet anticipation of what another new period of my life will have to offer, even if i leave a bit of myself here.


b

a (mostly) alternative grand tour

well, i've officially booked my entire trip, i have my rail pass in hand, i've started packing, and i'm itching to get out of town! here's a quick look at my plans for break! :)

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12 december: fly from london to copenhagen (denmark)
12-15 december: copenhagen with katie

15-16 december: night train from copenhagen to amsterdam (the netherlands)
16-17 december: amsterdam with katie

17 december: train to bruges (belgium)
17-21 december: bruges with katie

21/22(?) december: a long, long train ride to innsbruck (austria)
21/22 december- 2 january: innsbruck with daniel
28 december: erik arrives!

2 january: train to venice (italy)
2-5 january: venice with erik

5 january: train to florence
5-6 january: florence with erik

6 january: train to riomaggiore
6-11 january: riomaggiore (in cinque terra) with erik

11 january: fly back to notts
12 january: take an exam and turn in two papers... oh boy...
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some things i'm really looking forward to:
--so many cities with canals :)
--visiting christiania (a huge, well established commune) in copenhagen
--taking a night train
--getting lost in amsterdam (and everywhere else i'm going)
--trying belgian beer
--real snow
--getting to spend the holidays with daniel
--random adventuring with daniel (including the milk-o-mat)
--erik coming!
--seeing gondolas in real life
--david (he's a famous statue or something like that)
--italian food = yum
--long walks along the mediterranean in cinque terra
--more daylight (well, for at least part of the trip. yay for going south!)
--meeting new people in hostels
--taking lots of pictures, but hopefully not too many
--getting to linger in places
--lazy days and sleeping in
--cooking! (the hostel erik and i booked in riomaggiore is more like an apartment)
--more train rides :) i love trains!
--amazing time with amazing friends

some things i think will be, well, interesting:
--language barriers (especially when finding food/ordering food, since it's been an experience even here in the UK)
--amsterdam (because it's amsterdam)
--all day train ride by myself to innsbruck (again, the language thing)
--weather (COLD. i hope i don't freeze...)
--trying to write 2 papers and study for an exam when i'm on the road

i will be bringing my laptop along on my travels, and will try to keep my blog updated while i'm traveling, but i can't guarantee anything. i should be able to update when i get to innsbruck, if not before. and i'll try to be sure to upload some pictures to picasa if nothing else, so check them out!

cheers,
b

where giants walk

at the giant's causeway


the cliff-top path steals your breath
with vistas and whistling wind.
your skin numbs in the cold exhale--
tinged with the salty-fresh of the sea,
but the heart springs to life,
shocked by that blustery flow
and the thrill of green.

walking that narrow path--
simple sand and rock underfoot
and all around a wonder,
you know why this place has that name:
the causeway.

careful, ye, there be giants here,
and they built a path into the sea.

(don't be tempted)


b

to see other photos from the antrim coast and giant's causeway (there's a lot of them), go to http://picasaweb.google.com/beth.satt. :)

the final country of four

my last jaunt inside of the UK was to belfast, the capital of northern ireland. katie and i giggled to ourselves while booking this trip, because going there means that we've been to every country in the united kingdom: england, wales, scotland and northern ireland. if that isn't proof of the incredible amount of travel i've already been able to do, i don't know what else is.

our decision to go to belfast was pretty much made on a whim, and so i had no idea what to expect from this northerly city. the pictures we glanced at boasted some lovely architecture, and the internet promised us the standard fare of galleries, cathedrals, shopping centers, etc. what i found in belfast was a friendly and accessible city full of markets, cafes, and turbulent history.

i knew it was going to be a good weekend from the moment that our ryan air plane cleared the grey gloom that had hung over nottingham all day, and we burst into a tangerine world. sunset on a cloud horizon, on our way to a new city on a new island, seemed to me to be an auspicious start. then, moments after landing in belfast city airport, katie and i had managed to find the bus stop for the route that would take us to the city center, and were chatting away with a middle aged woman who was also waiting for the bus. she, as people always are, was curious about what we (two americans, from opposite sides of the country) were doing in belfast, and tickled to see someone from so far away chosing her home city as a weekend adventure. she was returning from taking a course over in england, and her son was picking her up at the central bus station (where we would end up). she asked us if we knew how we were getting to our hostel, and when our reply was "oh, we're walking there," she offered us a ride. i replied almost too quickly with a "that would be wonderful!" i like belfast already...
not only did she and her son drop us off literally at the door of our hostel, but as we drove through town, pointed out at least a half-dozen places that we should try to visit while we were there. katie and i struggled to remember names as the conversation proceeded at top speed and with thick accents. we smiled and nodded a lot, and thanked them profusely for the ride. "enjoy belfast!" they said in parting. and we did.

reasons i loved my weekend in belfast:
1. our fantastic welcome to the city!
2. amazing hostel with fireplaces (!!!)
3. really interesting history
4. variety markets and christmas markets
5. solo adventures up the coast
6. friendly locals and hostel guests
7. real down time (i read two books while i was there)
8. choral service in st. anne's cathedral
9. i got to cook dinner!
10. interesting conversations with total strangers
11. the free exchange book shelf in our hostel
12. making fun of corn-ball UK television shows
13. cafes were to be found literally around every corner

city hall in the daytime. it's a beautiful building.

inside st. anne's cathedral. katie and i attended a choral service on sunday, and it was lovely.

this photo was taken during our black cab tour of the city. much of our tour was dedicated to the war between the protestants and catholics in this country, and the history lesson was sobering. the ceasefire in this conflict was only negotiated in the mid 1990s: there is still a wall between the catholic and protestant sides of the city, and the gates are still shut every night because the two sides still don't trust each other. this picture was taken on the protestant side. it was one of the coldest, loneliest, heaviest places i have ever been.

st. george's variety market. you could buy almost anything here, from granny underwear, to olives and quail eggs. i bought vintage postcards from a lady whose accent was so thick that i could hardly understand the price she said, and a book on life in the irish countryside.

the christmas market at night. there was fudge, mulled wine, crepes, candy, lots of lights, and crowds.

there is really something about the northerly parts of this country. i don't know if it is because it's colder, darker, wilder there... but the people there come together more than i've seen elsewhere. the draw of a coal fire on a freezing cold night is too much to resist, and seems to encourage conversation. i hope to come back to these northern places (ireland and scotland both) again someday, because they have made me feel at home in a way nowhere else here has.

b