Thursday, February 18, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
That is the question, asked by fellow globetrotter Steph Dyson who is currently working in South America. I like her blog because it is informative and interesting. Not all about "what I saw and did today"...
Her latest blog is about whether or not paid volunteerism is a good idea.
Steph did not only share her own thoughts on this, but asked several experienced volunteer/travelers. I enjoyed reading their collective comments:
The long and the short of it is: it CAN be OK to pay, but it can also be perfect NOT to pay... It depends on the organization. You need to do your research and then decide what works for you personally.
Hope you enjoy reading Steph's blog.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Check out this article on Intrepid's new initiative to travel while helping others:
Friday, January 22, 2016
|Donkeys transport loads through the city|
|Women carry huge bundles of wood down the mountain to sell as firewood.|
|A building under construction with bamboo scaffolding|
|Goats for sale|
|Gorgeous traditional dress|
Did You Know This About Ethiopia?
- The currency is called ‘birr’ (burr)
- The official language is Amharic
- More than 70% of Africa's mountains are found in Ethiopia. Probably due to the high altitude in the country, Ethiopians are famous for being great long distance runners. Does the name Abebe Bikila ring a bell? He won gold in the 1960 Olympics when running the marathon barefooted. The female coach at school is a former Olympic athlete.
- Lucy, the oldest human bones found on earth (3.5 million years old) were unearthed in Hadar. Did you know she was named ‘Lucy’ because the archealogists were listen to ‘Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds’ that night?
- Ethiopia is one of the only nations in Africa never to be colonized. It has been occupied by Italy and the Soviet Union but not colonized.
- Teff, the grain used to make the Ethiopian staple injera, is an ancient grain believed to have originated in Ethiopia between 4000BC and 1000BC. It is the smallest grain in the world and rich in calcium and iron, and a good source of protein and fiber. It is a great gluten-free option and making a popularity come-back.
- About 32% of Ethiopians is Muslim and just over half the population is Orthodox. Most Ethiopians fast for 100 days of the year, including each Wednesday and Friday. When they fast they don’t eat any dairy products, meat or sweets. Perhaps this is why so many people here are slender. An idea for North America?
- In a previous blog I mentioned the amazing coffee ceremonies. I am told that basically every house has a coffee altar and that each family has a coffee ceremony twice a day.
- The Ethiopian lion has black manes. I saw two of them at Born Free, a foundation dedicated to saving rescued and orphaned wildlife and, if possible, releasing them in the wild.
- Coffee and cut flowers, especially roses, are a huge export item for the country. I’m told that most roses for sale in Europe were grown here.
- I never knew before that Ethiopians not only have their own time but also their own calendar with 13 months.. (see previous blog about time)
- Addis Ababa means ‘new flower’. When Empress Taitu first came to the area of what is now the capital city of Ethiopia, she noticed lovely yellow flowers which she had not seen before. This new flower was mimosa.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
|Taken in 1971|
When Kees and I got engaged, over 40 years ago, we spent a few days in South Limburg, our favorite part of The Netherlands. One day we were hiking along a narrow path lined with brambles.
Through the greenery we spotted a huge, very unique house.
We peeked through the blackberries and saw a red tile roof over a wide veranda with many arched openings. On the veranda, in wooden reclining chairs, were men reading.
Later we learned that this house was called Emmaus and that it belonged to the Catholic church, specifically to the cloister of Wittem. The priests came here for a day off, to rest, to read and the contemplate. One of the priests, an Italian architect, had designed the building. And many priests worked on the construction in the early 1900’s. The building really only consisted of one large room surrounded by an enormous wrap-around porch and a second story that was open on all sides serving as another porch.
Over the years, we often came back to this exact spot and we never failed to take a peek at “our” ghost house as we called it. It seemed bleak and deserted for many years and we often dreamed about what it might have been like if we had not emigrated to Canada and what if we had bought it and renovated it and ran a B & B here….?
During our previous visit to the area, perhaps a year ago, we noticed there was construction going on. The house was being renovated!
This time around, I googled for the house name: ‘Emmaus’ and discovered that the building was now privately owned, renovated and used as a small, exclusive meeting place for business leaders. I contacted the manager to see if, by chance, there was a restaurant so that we could finally see this building inside. There wasn’t.
However, because she liked the idea that we had been drooling through the hedges for so many years, she kindly invited us for coffee. And that is why, after more than 40 years, we got to see the house that has become so special to us. It is gorgeously renovated to modern day standards but preserving the old features: a grey stone floor, the arched windows, the enormous wrap-around porches. The old wall paintings that once flanked the altar are preserved under a thin layer of new walls. The ceilings are still towering and candles everywhere present a still serene feel to the house. It was so nice to be able to walk around without feeling like a spy! And we still wonder what might have happened to us and to that old house that we fell in love with so many years ago….
'Hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.' - Langston Hughes
|The house as it is now.|
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Southern Limburg, the most southern tip of the most southern province of The Netherlands, is legally Dutch. But it’s landscape and atmosphere are more Belgium, with a hint of French and a dollop of German mixed in. It’s my favorite part of the country.
The architecture is typical: white stucco houses with dark wooden beams showing on the inside and out, usually with window boxes with cascading red geraniums under each window. The land here is not flat but very hilly. Gorgeous rolling hills of pastures with cows, interspersed with forests and tiny villages. Each village has a medieval look: narrow crooked streets lined with houses that lean in a tight circle around a pointy church. Sometimes the streets are so narrow that I was sure we were driving on a bicycle path but it always really was the street - just wide enough for the horse and wagon that used to come around the bend not long ago.
We found a lovely little house to rent - a small brick building with a kitchen, tiny living room with fireplace and a small bed- and bathroom. Perfect for a week of hiking and writing.
I had wifi and a kitchen table so I happily worked away on overdue manuscripts and tedious editing. In the mornings I dropped Kees off at the spot of his choice from where he would hike that day. He savored these hilly hikes through foggy farm land and picturesque forests.
We’ve been so lucky: in nearly 3 months we had 3 days of rain.
We spent one lovely sunny Sunday hiking for the local ladies’ choir. They had organized a fundraiser walk. We enjoyed seeing many other hikers trudging among the cow patties.
One morning I noticed I was driving right by the American Military Cemetery of Margraten so we paid a visit. The rows and rows of white crossed under bright red and yellow fall colors, were touching. To read the names of thousands of young American boys, who came from so far to help liberate a country they didn’t know…. It is a humbling and touching experience. Especially now that thousands of refugees are arriving in the country, many of them escaping war. When will we ever learn?