The Adventures and Misadventures of Vacation 2014

I, Kienbock's Girl, have had several adventures and misadventures in the last few months.

My husband and I took my hard earned vacation time to go to Europe and spend time with our exchange daughter and her family. We planned since our daughter left us to visit her this year. Back in February, we bought tickets, and started planning a vacation that ended up taking the 4 months before to plan it out entirely ... and then of course we didn't stay on the schedule we created, but we never do as we add and delete as we go with the flow. So, we spent 2 lovely weeks with our daughter, and a week with her family. Overall, it was a very good vacation but I learned some things.

1. Always travel with the husband - do not fly alone.
2. Only fly with Iceland Air if you're going to Iceland. The seats are too tiny for a normal sized person let alone a 6'1" man with gigantic shoulders, they make you follow ridiculous overhead luggage sizes, and they don't feed you any food (you must pay) and give you drinks 2 times in an 8 hour flight.
3. When flying, attempt to find affordable seats in business or 1st class - or pay for a last minute upgrade if available.
4. When flying, even if the doctor tells you not to take it, take lots of ibuprofin. 
5. I sincerely dislike Belgium. Beautiful buildings, great history, but dirty/stinky cities with some poorly mismanaged transportation systems and no sense of direction combined with expensive food made it a little difficult to fall in love with. 
6. Always travel like a local. I mean, I already knew this, but I knew it even more since I'd never taken the train outside of Germany when living there. 
7. Our exchange daughter does not always like to go to many museums on vacation and spend a lot of time looking and reading everything like I do. Find her a bookshop and you're golden.
8. Buying laundry soap in the ghetto of a French speaking country is not exactly ideal.
9.  Don't let Belgian buses kidnap you. ENTER FROM THE FRONT - they're not the same as Germany!
10. Belgian fries really are better.
11. Vacation isn't a time to relax - it's a time to get out and do stuff!
12. Candlelight wine cruises through Amsterdam are fun. They're even more fun when they stop for a short tour of the Red Light District, and a couple mysteriously disappears from the remainder of the tour.
13. Buying tickets online to the Anne Frank Huis might look sketchy (trust me, it looks sketchy) but it was an EPIC WIN. 
14. No one is kidding about the line to the Anne Frank Huis. By the time we entered (1/2 hour before it opened, we got early entry!), the line queue was around the building, and halfway down another block ... so an easy 2 hour wait minimum. By the time we exited, I'd estimate it was probably 2 city blocks long.
15. Speaking English isn't a crime or shocking to anyone in Belgium or the Netherlands. In fact, so much more English is spoken there than in Germany or any other country we've traveled to, it was like Spanish in America. Except that everyone could understand you ... and most Americans' Spanish is like baby talk. 
16. Take your internet capable phone with you. Even though you can't call people, you sure can e-mail or FaceBook them and post teasing pictures of you and your hubby and daughter.
17. Hotels in Bruges are cheap and SUPER nice.
18. Hotels in Brussels and Amsterdam are expensive and mediocre at best.
19. Renting an apartment in Brussels was kind of cool.
20. Renting an apartment in Brussels was kind of not so cool. 
21. If you forget to eat an unopened sandwich that you bought on the plane, the U.S. sniffer dogs will find it, and get you in trouble and have all your things looked through just to throw the sandwich away ... the sandwich that cost you about $12.

I'm sure there's more I could put here, but let me just say it was a vacation we'll never forget, and believe me when I say we took thousands of photos to prove just that. 

So Long Castie!

When we had returned from our excursion into the German Alps, I had an appointment with Dr. P to have my cast removed. We planned to take the whole afternoon/evening to stay in the Pedestrian Zone downtown Heidelberg, and to have dinner at one of our favorite restaurants in Germany: Indian Palace. So, we all walked down through our tiny town to the train stop. We had a lovely train that came every half hour during the weekdays, and every hour on weekends. It took us on what is called a Rundfahrt. It went in a circle from Mannheim to Heidelberg, crossing both the Rhein and the Neckar. We paid for our group ticket and took the next train into Heidelberg. Our train stopped right in front of Atos Klinikum, if you recall which is directly across from the entrance to the Pedestrian Zone.

I remember I wasn't feeling good at all when we got to Atos, and we had to run around looking for a bathroom. All the bathrooms on Dr. P's floor were in use, so I finally found one on the floor below. It was literally a closet. I mean, the average sized human could barely turn around in it, and have space to wash and dry hands. When we ran back to the office, they had already called my name and shunted me into an exam room. One of the girls that had come to put on my cast came in with an electric saw.

Now, you can tell me how safe these saws are, and demonstrate it on your bare skin all you want.... but I blanched. With how close that saw was coming to my skin, I kept freaking out and repeated "Stop! Stop!" I don't know if the girl had massive amounts of patience, or was just entertaining me, but she would stop. The saw generated so much heat; it was burning my arm underneath the cast. We stopped and started many times before she could crack open the cast and let my arm out. Dr. P came in and told me to go over to the X-ray clinic and get some pictures taken. So, we left the office and walked across the hall to radiology. J&S were sitting outside in the hallway in some chairs waiting for us. We told them I had to get some pictures, and talk to the doctor and then we could leave.

I recall that this visit with radiology was none too pleasant. When a little blond lady took me into the room she tried manipulating my hand and arm in ways that made me want to scream and slap. I remember there was this pedestal in the middle of the room instead of a huge table like you'd normally see. She brought over this step ladder, and would angle me around the pedestal in awkward positions. The x-ray machine was mounted directly above the pedestal, and she'd pull it all the way down. If I had flinched, I probably would have whacked the machine good. After a good 10 minutes of grabbing my hand and angling it this way and that, she had me sit out in the hallway by J&S and wait for the prints. Surprisingly, the entire ordeal took less than 30 minutes from beginning to end, walking in to radiology, having my x-rays, and then receiving my prints.

We hustled back into Dr.P's office and back into the exam room. He came in shortly after and said that things were looking a little better, that the stress on my hand bones had been drastically reduced. He gave me a "prescription" to take downstairs to the Pharmacy for a new brace. He said that I was to wear this brace 24/7 for at least the first few months, but let my arm have some air time a little every day. He said I had to sleep with it on. Still no lifting, cleaning or driving. But, he said once my wound healed and the scabs fell off, I could fully immerse my arm in water again.

So, we left the office and we all went down to the museum-like first floor where we walked into the Pharmacy. The lady that took my note said in really quick German that we needed to go to the shop across the hall. Okay.... the shop across the hall was like a gift shop. My husband just shrugged and we went into it, and found that there was a bundle of people on the wall facing the street that were setting people up with bandages, braces, etc. So, we took my note to the first available person, and they told us to wait. It was quite a long wait. Turns out, they had to contact our military insurance to make sure that I could receive this special brace for my arm. There was a whole debacle over it that my husband tried to handle, but we mostly did not understand what they were saying to us ... but we got the brace after about 30 minutes so I guess no harm, no foul! The fitted it on me, and told me not to wrap it too tight. Then, they gave me this interesting receipt. By interesting, I mean this stupid brace cost 80 Euros! At that time, that was about $120 or so. I couldn't believe how expensive this stupid thing was!

My brace is blue blue, with green piping, and red interior. It is not in the least attractive, and goes with absolutely nothing I wear. Or anyone would wear. I still use this brace today. It has a large metal bar insert that is to shape my bone and hold it in place, and Velcro straps that keep my wrist from moving. It's fabulous to sleep it, but took a lot of getting used to. It's hot, sweaty, and not at all breathable so it can start to stink rather quickly which means you have to wash it regularly.

So, Castie, you are no more. Fortunately, I now do not have to worry about itches and showering. The clunker you were ... will not be much missed.

Christmas Vacation - Part V

The last day we spend in GAP was an exciting one. The night before, we bought special passes to ride the cogwheel train up the tallest peak of the Alps, the Zugspitze. I call them special because you can use them for skiing, or for sightseeing. You stick them in your pocket because they have a special sensor in the m when you go through turnstiles. It's really convenient for people carrying around skiing gear or with heavy gloves on. In town, it was below freezing. We got as completely bundled up as possible. I had on 3 pairs of socks, two pairs of long underwear, jeans, a tank top, a long sleeved shirt, an authentic Austrian hand-knit sweater and a big bulky Columbia jacket with boots, gloves, and a hat. And I was worse off than a Popsicle.

Having read all about the weather, my husband and I planned to get on the very first train that morning because the only really clear view that you'll get on the mountain tops during the winter are only during the morning, after about 11 they get too cloudy to get a good view. So, we drove down to the train station that morning, got on the first train. It only makes a few stops before it heads up the mountain, and since we got on at the first stop, we had a good seat selection. Lucky for me and husband, we didn't get caught next to the chatty Aussie that J&S were stuck with. He literally could not shut up. Anything was fair game. I remember trying to look everywhere else except at this man who had no off switch. I would have hated for him to engage us in conversation. It was bad enough that he had engaged the in-laws. So when I said good seat selection, I meant that we actually got to sit. We were going up the tallest mountain in Germany holding on to any straps in the center of the train like many skiers and snowboarders were. It took quite a while to reach the exit platform. We stopped at a couple tiny villages and ski spots, before we reached the "summit." It wasn't a summit. We had to go get on a second lift up the mountain. We took a large gondola up to the tallest point of the mountain. There is a cross on the tip of the mountain that people can climb onto, but in the winter it wasn't feasible.

It was something crazy like 20 below zero up there. We were frozen the second we got out of the first train. Again, we all had to use the bathrooms - which the doors were wide open so of course they were absolutely freezing. So, once we exited at the final destination at the top, it was torture to be out on the viewing platform. But, we got in some awesome pictures that I am very proud of. So, I guess I can't complain too much.

We must have been out there for about 30 minutes before the infamous cloud cover rolled in. We went inside and to the restaurant. We sat in some traditional style wooden booths with a great view off the one side of the tip of the mountain, and the other, to the slopes below that were dotted with many people. The restaurant wasn't great. It was actually quite disappointing. I had a Bavarian meal of white sausage with dumplings called Knoedel. I don't really remember much of the meal other than it was a struggle to get the food down. But, I did have some nice hot tea that helped warm me up. And, we were warm enough to shed our outer layer of winter coats. But, unfortunately, I did not have good winterized boots. My boots were more functional for everyday wear during the fall and/or spring. My socks, all layers, and the bottoms of my jeans were soaking. This incidentally did not help my flu symptoms. I believe I had a runny nose another week after this. It was obnoxious.

Following lunch, we headed back to the gondola and decided to take it halfway down the mountain this time to a train stop outside a ski lodge where instructors worked - or something like that. I don't know exactly. We had to wait almost an hour for the gondola though so we took our time browsing in a gift shop that tried desperately to commit highway robbery. I remember buying my niece a snow globe and my nephew a keychain. I bought them one of these each place we went. Auntie and Uncle always sent home presents anytime we went someplace.

I didn't mention this before, but I have a massive fear of unsupported heights. I have always had the fear of falling. The falling feeling horrifies me, makes me feel like I'm going to die. It's not a good feeling and it's not any kind of rush like many people think. To me, it's like the penultimate moment of your life. Getting on the gondolas was none too pleasant. Luckily, this time my husband held me the entire time, away from the edges of the glass windows. We bounced most of the way down the mountain. I held it together rather well. I might attribute that mostly to the fact that I was frozen, and in pain.

When we get off the gondola, we have to walk about 2/10ths of a mile uphill to the train station. In the ice and snow, everyone was slipping and sliding. I remember charging up to the station. It was an open air station, so everything was snowy. I don't think we waited too long for the next train. When we got on though, I think it was pretty dead. Most people were sill up on the mountain playing. My family is sort of a snow family. My husband's family isn't. My family used to go tubing and sledding, and my parents skied when I was really little. But, my husband's family wasn't much like that. At least, I don't think they were. My husband said he tried snowboarding once. He remembers sort of liking it.

Once we got back to the main train station at the Olympic Stadium (yes, the main train station for the Zugspitzbahn is right outside the Olympic Stadium), we booked it to the hotel. We all went to our rooms to relax a little. I took a hot bath with the door open so my husband could watch me while he laid on the bed to watch TV. I remember that was our first experience watching Wipeout. It was hilarious to us. I think J&S took a nap or something.

A little later, we all went and had dinner again at the buffet, then returned to our room to watch movies. We had booked massages for all of us at the spa inside the hotel. So, one by one, we'd go down and have a relaxing hour-long massage. The woman who gave us our massages was not German. I think she may have been Swedish or something. But, telling her not to touch my right arm at all was a difficulty. I've had massages before, but this one wasn't great. I fell asleep for most of it and didn't feel very relaxed when I returned to my room. But, that's okay. Maybe it was great and I just had too much stress and pain to relax or something. I just remember that I really couldn't sleep that night. I stayed up with the TV on for hours after J&S left the room. I think it was 90210 or something really crappy.