Longitudinal Thinking
Sunday, May 1, 2011
NASA Tweetup: In the beginning April 27, 2011
Having missed the 1990 launch of Discovery with Hubble, and never quite making it back to Florida, I threw my name into the internet-hat-ring and was selected.
Madly throwing plans together, waiting and watching and changing it was a tense few days getting together, not to mention we had state exams those days.
Finally the day arrived, HMS 6th grade Hippos were AWESOME for the TAKS test. They were well prepared and considerate to the other classes around them. Clearning off the desk, leaving plans in place, Mrs. Rosenbusch came in and covered my classes and I zipped home to grab my luggage and run to the airport.
My husband dropped me off in time to check-in, grab Salt Lick, and catch some live band music in the airport. The flight to Dallas was uneventful. Getting off in Dallas the earlier flight to Orlando was boarding, but I made the decision NOT to run two concourses over to make it happen. I just took my time in the airport and moseyed on down the five gates to my new connection to wait.
The flight was full. Five rows up a man wore a cowboy hat on one side and the next aisle a man wore a yamuka. Mostly suits dotted the aisles with a few vacationers sprinkled in the mix. I read the James mystery novel while in flight and flipped through SkyMall looking at objects that I knew would never be as good as the event I was going to.
Landing in Orlando, I grabbed my bag from the overhead, Lars the Hippo from the seat and made my way out the door. I haven't been in MCO in years and I don't remember how long it had been. Making my way toward the main terminal, I called Jeanette who would be my room mate for the trip and more importantly at this time, had a car to get us there.
With my typical direction since, I transversed the airport to the Southwest gates where she had arrived an hour earlier. I passed helpful agents who pointed me in the right direction, a Disney Princess ready for her closeup photo - complete with a sign that said "don't touch", and lots of tired people who unlike me, seemed to have a clue where to go.
Jeanette had made her way to American, I was near Southwest. We stayed on the phone and laughingly met up half way. Going to the vehical she rented, we were greatful it wasn't the 12 passanger van next to it.
The Orlando Avis lot is a bit like the starting ride at one of the many amusement parks in the area. And while we found ourselves laughing, we really weren't terribly amused at the number of "do not enter" signs we kept seeing (complete with the concrete bunkers blocking the way, just in case you can't read the signs).
The GPS system was wonderful. She went beyond normal duty keeping us uptodate on where we needed to go! "Turn right immediatly," she'd insist before we could see the turn, quickly followed by, "merge left. You need to merge left. Please merge left." As if her pleading and whining would allow us to do anything else, if she had eyes she could have seen the long median seperating us from the oncoming traffic we were merging into, nor could she witness the ditch on the right side of the vehical. Our favorite was the number of times she'd say, "traffic conjestion ahead." At 12:30am, the only traffic congestion we were witnessed was the two cars infront of us moving at reasonable speeds apart from each other and us. The closest we came to was the police officer who was running in the middle of the road, with an object in his hand from the other side of the highway.
Finding the street was easy, finding houses on the street was equally as easy. Finding the house we needed, a little more challangeing. After casing the neighborhood street (and deciding the house with the police car in the driveway was not going to be ours), we gave up and called Gene. He came out of the house, and came outside.
Quickly dragging everything in, we moved everything inside, said goodnight and flopped on the twin beds in our room. An hour later we were asleep: content, happy, thrilled, excited, bubbly, and exhausted. It would be another short night of sleep.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
July 25, 2010 Svalbard: Leaving Longyearbyen heading out to sea
Sunday, August 15, 2010
July 25, 2010 (Sun) Oslo, Longyearbyen and the EXPLORER!!!
July 24, 2010: Oslo, Norway (no airport)
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Saturday, August 14, 2010
July 23, 2010: North Norway back to Oslo
Leaving the museum we walked toward the Roald Amundson statue. In the US, everone knows Shackleton's survival story, but few know the importance of this early 20th century adventurer. Amundson was a Norweigian explorer whose many accomplishments include being the first to reach both the North and South Poles and the first to cross from Spitsbergen to Canada's Northwest Passage via the Arctic.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
July 22, 2010 North Norway
Following breakfast The Finnish Holm family (including our ex-patriot Jimmy) and I piled back in the car for a drive to Finland. Before we took off, we stopped by the priests house to pick up his grocery list. Because Finland is on the Euro and prices are generally cheaper, when one neighbor makes a run to the other side of the border, neighbors will have you shop for them.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
July 21, 2010: North Norway
I gazed up at the mountain and started to seriously wonder again what I had gotten myself into. It was already after 4pm and the climb would take a while. I'm by no means an experienced mountain climber and looking at the mountain I couldn't quite figure out how we were going to do this as I could not find a trail, but I was game and figured we could go about half way and return down.
Marta decided to stay at the cafe/gift shop and let the rest of us climb. The snow didn't look all that far away and we made that our goal. The rest of us, with Jimmy in the lead, climbed upward. We stopped several times to allow me to catch my breath, take in the scenery, and rest. The altitude and excursion were starting to factor in with the travel exhaustion. Once we reached the snow bank, we had a great time throwing snowballs and falling down. I am not quite flexible enough to remain on my feet and had a fantastic time sliding around. We walked to the snow melt and watched the stream. This was my first experience watching the power of water from the snow melt in Norway. It was just a small trickle, but looking down the weathered path, it was easy to see the continued power the rushing water created after a good storm or with the seasons first melt.
Finding our way back down the mountain was much easier. We stopped at a small rock pile in the clearing. In Norway there is a tradition of stacking rocks on top of each other. Once you stack your rocks you make a wish. They are also called rocks from home.
Driving even farther North opened new landscapes. Mountains are something we have in the lower 48 states. Mountains streaming with huge flows of water from glacier melt is something I don't see everyday. I'll admit I've never seen anything like the water flow. It's as if someone turned a huge spigot inside a small room and forgot to turn it off. The sound resonates through everything. The only time these streams don't flow is when they're frozen. It would not be until my second night that I realized there was no huge highway outside my bedroom window with rushing traffic, but the stream leading into the fjord; that is how loud the water is. The water just gushed from a couple places on each mountain. You can see evidence of other streams that have dried for the season from the mountains as water poured down huge streams just meters away. We drove around Balsfjorden with Birger pointing out the house across the wide span of water.
The house I was visiting was built by his grandfather many years before. In Norway to keep the property in the family, you must live on it. Because the local economy is still tied to farming and not much else, it would be hard to make a living in Northern Norway. Birger's retired German cousin owns the house now and lives on the land. As a girl who lives in Central Texas where the sun shines most of the year and the skies are wide open, I'm not sure I could live in a place where the sun hides and shadows loom over the land for several months a year.
Arriving at the house, I became acutely aware of my mono-linguistic issues. The problem with being an American who has no aptitude for languages, is I have to hope and accept the fact that I'm dependent on the goodwill of others. Before leaving Austin, Birger asked me what other languages I spoke. I find it depressing we don't emphasis basic knowledge of languages in America. Luckily, everyone in the house understood or spoke English and made the trip easy for me. Fredi spoke mainly German, but understood my English fare enough (and his English skills are quite good) and made the trip stress free. The Hellman-Holm household is delightful, warm, welcoming, and comforting. The German-Finn-Norweigian-American household was a joyful place over the next few days.
I was shepherded inside and like most Norwegian households, asked to take my shoes off at the door. Most people (both in north and south Norway) will wear house slippers or socks inside. Many people have a small area or room by the front door to leave shoes (Every place we entered in Svalbard would be the same including the museums, hotel, and even some of the gift shops. In Svalbard many of the museums had shoes for you to borrow or blue coverings for your socks).
The house is beautiful and picturesque. Fredi and Girlinde have built a sun room off the back room. She felt that if she was going to live in a place where you don't get sun for six months, she wanted to make sure she could have the sun available at all times. The room really opens the rest of the house and floods it with light.
Norwegian homes are comparatively the same size as those in America. However, in America I'm use to big appliances. Huge refrigerators, stoves, and washers dominate rooms, appliances are quite smaller in Norway. It was a quiet reminder of how much power and consumption we use in the States without thought. (The Solheim's dishwasher is slightly bigger than a large microwave oven and sits on the counter top.) Everything is compact and made to save space. Bathrooms contain showers with two doors forming a triangle for the area in which to bathe. Europe really is known for using space wisely.
Before dinner I ran up to my room and collected the presents I had brought. We laughed and decreed it Christmas in July. Although nothing was wrapped, I think everyone had a great time opening the gifts.
We had a fantastic evening. I ate freshly caught fish. It was served still with the tail attached, but happily no head. I generally dislike fish - I'm not a fan of the fishy taste that lingers on everything. My new friends all taught me how to eat fish and watch out for the bones. I've determined fresh Norwegian fish tastes significantly better than frozen Norwegian fish flown in to the states. I ate one side of the fish and my hosts pointed out I could flip it over and eat the other side after scraping the skin away. I was quite full and declined the offer, thinking from where I stood it looked pretty well-eaten with the small bones fanned out along the carcass. Jimmy would get to eat the rest of my food after it had been scraped by someone much more proficient at it then I.
After dinner we talked about school and kids and classes. My young friend left the dinner table early and bounced back and forth with the conversation. It's hard to be a kid when all the adults want to do is talk and chat; she had much more patience then I had at her age. We had a lot of education to chat about, it's not every day we get to talk about students, programs, and expectations from another country and life in America. In America, we're so focused on what other American schools are doing right and working to improve our own school -- it's interesting to get a fresh perspective on what's working. We have the same overall problems - dress code, lack of respect, parent support... somehow its nice having verification that what is working for us, and not working for us, is the same in another country. Birger and his wife teach in two different schools, so between the three of us we had different and yet similar experiences. He teaches a series of history classes including one on American history, she teaches English and I had to try and explain how I teach World Cultures - a combination of history, culture, and geography. (Everyone on the trip, found it fascinating - in a horrified sense- that the State of Texas expects the children to learn history, culture, and geography together in the same year. Of course most people were pretty shocked to hear our kids have two years of Texas history in the 4th and 7th grade. Seeing as the Texas Education Agency just past the history standards for the next ten years, our children will still be receiving two years of Texas History for the foreseeable future.)
Going to bed that night it was good to be in Northern Norway knowing I had survived the Oslo airport and airplanes on my own and while not quite ready to tackle living in a foreign country by myself, I proved to myself I could navigate from point A to point B on my own.