Welcome to (almost) everything that will help you in your travels!

I hope that you will find this blog to be useful as you plan your travels. In the thirty some years that I've been traveling to Europe I've learned a thing or two that has certainly simplified my traveling experiences thus making it more enjoyable. I hope to share these tips with you. Be patient with me. I just started blogging. I'm open to suggestions, ideas, questions, etc. I was a teacher for 31 years so I've learned to give as well as receive advice! Thanks for joining me on this (dare I say it) journey! :)

20 December 2010

I Met Saint Nicholas!

"Twas the night before Christmas . . . "  Actually, it was the twelfth of October!  We were on the second day of our Mediterranean cruise.  We spent the morning in the southern Italian town of Bari and walked from the dock to the Basilica of St Nicholas.  Did you know he was a real person?  Well, not the red suit wearing, reindeer owning, sled driving "jolly old" guy.  He was a 3rd century Christian bishop from Greece who traveled to Turkey to evangelize.  Because of his kindness and generosity towards children and the poor, often giving them presents secretly, his fame spread throughout Europe.  In the 1300s his remains were transported to the newly built basilica in Bari and he was named the patron saint of children and sailors.  Not long afterward, the Western Christian church made his name day (Dec. 6) a church holiday.  The feast was both an occasion to help the poor, by putting money in their shoes and an elaborate feast.  After the protestant reformation in the 1500s, England, Germany, and the Netherlands prohibited the celebration in churches but allowed families to continue in their homes.  Our modern idea of Santa Claus came from a Dutch tradition.  There, he was called Sinterklaas (a variation of saint + nicholas).  He was a mixture of the original Saint Nicholas and the germanic pagan god Odin.  They both flew over rooftops on a horse, both were depicted with long beards and cloaks, both had mischievous helpers, and both were left carrots and hay for their horses in the children's shoes by the chimney and in return they gave the children gifts.  The Dutch version of Sinterklaas (or Santa Claus) was an elderly, serious man with white hair and a long, full beard.  He wears a long red bishop's cape over a white bishop's robe and a tall red bishop's cap.  He holds a staff in one hand and in the other is a book that tells whether each individual has been good or bad in the past year.  Our US Santa is a modern-day relative of this character.  In  1810 a man named John Pintard wanted to make St Nicholas the patron saint of New York and got help from the large Dutch community there.  They provided him with the original Dutch poem and tradition of Sinterklaas.  In the Netherlands, his celebration is seen as a religious tribute to the original St Nick.  Early Americans had a problem with a religious celebration of this nature as their conservative Christian teaching forbid anything not having to do with the Christ child.  So, in 1823, when an American professor, Clement Moore, wrote his now famous poem, "A Visit from Saint Nicholas", he had Santa arriving, not on Christmas day, but on Christmas Eve.  He is the one responsible for our modern American image of Santa Claus which is repeated in one form or another all over the Christian world.  I'm sure the original Saint Nicholas had no idea that his kindness would be celebrated everywhere at the same time as the world celebrates the birth of the Christ child.  Another example of how the early Christians incorporated pagan celebrations with Christian.  If you have time, google all the Christmas traditions - the pine tree, mistletoe, wreaths, candles, holly, even fruit cake - and see what you learn.  In the words of Clement Moore, "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!"  Joyeux Noël!  A bientôt!

03 December 2010

Rediscovering Amazement



I will admit that I stole the title from a blog I just read by the Christian author, Max Lucado.  His blog is, of course, one about our spiritual journey.  But I feel that this title works well in describing a physical journey as well.  So, please forgive me, Max, for stealing your title to use for my travel blog!  We can get so used to our surroundings and everyday routine that we lose the gift of amazement.  Perhaps December helps us remember the childlike wonder of Christmas as we recall scenes from our childhood - trimming the tree with family while singing carols, the excitement Christmas Eve as we anticipated the visit from Santa and Christmas morning as we saw the presents under the tree.  The gift of amazement can come to us as adults also.  For me, this is one of the joys of travel.  When I first got a glimpse of the Parthenon sitting atop the Acropolis in Athens I felt my jaw drop!  As we walked into the original Olympic village in Olympia I had to stop and view with awe all that was left of the Temple of Zeus - once one of the 7 Wonders of the World.  On the island of Santorini we saw a 3700 year old fresco of dancing blue monkeys.  3700 years old!!!  Why they were blue we'll never know, but the crowd around the fresco was silent as we all gazed with great pleasure on one of the oldest art works ever found.  Amazement is good for the soul.  The exhilaration of experiencing something new, something beautiful, something rare is often beyond words.  For me, amazement is something that takes me from my everyday routine thoughts and lifts me into a place that provides me with wonder and pleasure.  It takes me out of my sense of self and brings me to a sense of something so much greater than I could ever achieve.  The more you rediscover amazement, the more you desire it.  The more you desire it, the more you search for it.  You don't have to leave your home to find amazement, but you do have to leave your sense of the mundane and the routine of daily existence.  Can everyone find amazement?  I'm not sure they can.  I think there are people who are so weighed down by life that they can't see beyond their own existence.  I know that children can be amazed by so many things and I often wish I could return to that childlike wonder of hearing thunder and seeing a firefly and believing in Santa.  For me, travel is my childlike experience.  I try, no matter how many times I've visited a place, to see it through the eyes of those who are seeing it for the first time.  Maybe this is the trick to all things in life.  I challenge all of you to rediscover amazement - whatever that means for you.  Search for those moments that make your jaw drop, your imagination run free, that heighten your feelings and give you a broader definition of who you are and your place in the universe.  This is a good month for that, I believe.  As we enjoy the Christmas season, the beauty of winter, the plans for a new year.  May you all find your sense of amazement and relish it.  A bientôt!

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