Tales of a Female Globetrotter
Sunday, May 13, 2012
The Scents Memories are Made of
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Blissful Observers
Stopped with the engine off and the roof of the Land Cruiser safari vehicle raised, we stood up doing a slow 360° turn trying to commit it all to memory. The sound of the breeze rustling through the tall, dry savannah grass-grass that was brittle and desirous for a drink from the vast, cloudless, sky. The smell of nature, of cleanliness. A smell devoid of any human recognition, for seldom do we experience such a naturally fresh scent. Seeing the brilliance of heaven displayed on earth. The golden grass bowing in the breeze to its Maker. The flat-topped acacia tree standing in the foreground whose dark green leaves harmonize brilliantly with its surroundings. The lilac-breasted roller who looks as if she were Monet’s painting come to life. The feeling of being in an intruder in a place that is not your own and peeking into a show unlike one you’ve ever seen. Feeling the hundreds of miles of separation from you and any town, store, or hospital.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
I Don't Hear Wedding Bells, I Hear Wedding Ululation
A few weekends ago I got the lucky opportunity to attend the Tanzanian wedding of my assistant, Mariam. It was very small by Tanzanian standards, but I enjoyed watching the service. Watch the three minute video to get a taste of what the service was like.
Unlike American weddings, the wedding party drives to the church together in a car processional. The lead vehicle is actually a pick up truck with a brass and percussion band in the back, heralding the triumphal transport of the wedding party. The bride’s car is decorated with big ribbons and bows that are the theme color of the wedding. When they arrive at the church, the bride and groom lead a parade of all attendees down the aisle where people take their seats. The bridal party sits in the front middle and the congregation listens to a very long but quite humorous sermon. In this ceremony the pastor was at one point talking to the groom when he said following paraphrased statement to the groom: “You, Asifuni (groom) are a Chagga (his tribe). Chagga are economical people and very tight with money, but you cannot, no, you cannot, be too cheap with Mariam (bride).” I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Intermittently the ceremony would stop and the band would sing the same song over and over…and over again.
During the ceremony it is tradition that the bride and groom do not smile at all until after the pastor announces them as husband and wife (but they don’t kiss). It was so weird for me to watch them exchange their vows and keep getting their pictures taken while they had faces that looked like they were at a funeral!!
After the service the newly married couple finally smile and lead us all outside under a tree where there is some singing, dancing, and congratulatory hugs. I loved my cultural experience and had so much fun at this joyous party!
Click HERE to watch the short video on YouTube.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Airports: A Little Heaven on Earth or Hell on Earth?
I have visited Holland and have also flown through the Amsterdam airport hub a number of times, and each time I visit I find another unique gem hidden within its airport. Earlier this month when I came back from Boston I had a 4 ½ hour layover that I spent exploring the airport. As with other airports, it has decent restaurants, plenty of areas to watch action outside the large glass windows, and a plethora of shopping. Amsterdam goes above and beyond this though and exudes a tasteful abundance of Dutch pride. In celebration of the tulip, one of its nationally recognized symbols, these beautiful flowers (which happen to be my favorite) are planted throughout the airport in classically chic flower boxes. The bulbs and plants are also sold throughout the airport. It's also got an airport park that brings a feeling of nature into an otherwise sterile environment.
Beautiful flowers aren’t all this airport has going for it. It also houses a library. Here you can go and peruse a wide selection of books about all things Dutch: art, cooking, history, sports, holidays-you name it, they’ve probably got it. Comfortable chairs and desks are situated with small table lamps so you can immerse yourself in some good reading while you pass the time.
Above the library you can walk up a small spiral staircase to a sleeping area that has reclining chairs and some couch-like furniture. This quiet area’s lights are dimmed a bit and the noise level is subdued.
Some of the best artists in the world have hailed from Holland: Van Gogh, Rembrandt, and Vermeer, just to name a few. There is a small art gallery with works from the country’s famed artists as well as a beautiful art store and learning center. After a visit to the library and art gallery it was time to check my e-mails. Unlike many other airports, the wireless internet is free!
I found a sitting area that looked more like a living room than an airport. It had lovely high-back chairs and some small sofas. There was a glass structure that was made to resemble the wall of a living room, complete with a fake fire place and a large area rug! I laid down on one of the sofas and quickly drifted into a peaceful slumber. A short time later I was groggily aware of beautiful classical piano music. Had they turned music on in the airport? I laid there listening to this gorgeous melody for another minute before realizing that it was actually live music. Lifting my head just enough to scope out the area around me, I saw that there was a piano just a few feet away, on the other side of this ‘living room’ wall. A traveler had stopped and was sharing his talent with those of us in this relaxing abode. How in the world was I in an airport right now? I was contently laying on this sofa near a fake fire place listening to a short Bach performance. Was this really happening? Can I really be relaxing in an airport?
Alas, my time finally came to a close and I boarded the plane for Dar. Did I really just actually enjoy my time in an airport? Was this really an airport? Art galleries? Libraries? Living rooms and live music? More airports need to be like this one; it’s just the remedy for any weary traveler. In the meantime, I need to book another flight through Amsterdam so I can visit this traveler’s paradise again soon.