date: Jan 3, 2007 9:30 AM
subject: Melanie's Mass Mailings: The 2007 Edition
Hola Family, Friends, Frisbees,
Many apologies for the long absence in updates—but don't fear—I'm still trucking over here in Europe with my backpack slung over my shoulder, my Frisbee in hand, and my eyes on the horizon. My hopes that all of you passed a healthy and happy holiday season and have emerged into January more or less unscathed. I have lots of stories to relate, so in case you don't make it to the end, I'll sign off here and just wish all of you a wonderful 2007 filled with lots of laughter, new experiences, and good memories. I'll be back stateside on January 27th and heading to Maryland hopefully the 28th, so I hope to see some of you soon!
THE RAIN IN SPAIN
Instead of stuffing myself with turkey in the beautiful state of New Jersey during Thanksgiving like all other years, I spent Thanksgiving weekend playing in the Spanish Frisbee Tournament in the Canary Islands. Though the islands are technically a part of Spain, their closest neighbor is Senegal, so I'm going to count it as Frisbee on the African continent, anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with my publicist. This means that in four months, I've played Frisbee on four continents: Asia (come on, Israel is basically Asia), North America, Europe, and Africa.
I played with my Sevilla Frisbee team, the Frisbillanas, and had the pleasure of witnessing their first-ever win, after three years of being a team. Flashback to Lexington Saturday soccer and entire seasons where we lost every game… Go Rockets!
First and foremost I'd like to point out that while we did not win the tournament (we came in 8th out of 11 teams), the Frisbillanas hands down no questions asked won the party, which is considered by some to be the true measure of a team's merits and abilities. Also at the party I ran into someone who looked a tad familiar who turned out to be an old friend from USY, my high school Jewish youth group. That's right—in a random bar in the Canary Islands, two New England Jews reunited. Oh USY, you can graduate any time you like, but you can never leave.
We awoke the first day of the tournament—all 150 players sleeping in a big gym—to the sounds of a torrential downpour. Rain! Rain in Spain, in Africa! I believe I am one of the only people that could manage to find an African Frisbee tournament that was delayed because of rain. No worries—the skies soon cleared up and we passed a wonderful weekend filled with Frisbee and black beaches with volcanic rock. And I went down in Frisbillana history for successfully telling my first dirty joke in Spanish (the true sign of fluency). OLE.
THE PARENT TRAP
December 1st was a date marked on the Lidman calendar (unlike most things in my life) with months of anticipation: the parentals come to Spain. I will admit, I was nervous, I was terrified, I was so grateful that my parents didn't trust me and relied on an agent for all the logistical details. Our itinerary, as my mom liked to say, was "typical American fashion," 5 cities in 10 days: Alicante, Barcelona, Sevilla, Cordoba, and Madrid with brief trips to Murcia and Toledo.
Barcelona was our all-around favorite, with special highlights including lots of Gaudi architecture, Picasso museums, and dancing the hora at Mt. Guell. Yes folks, I know some of the things I write about make you all scratch your heads in disbelief that these things actually happen, but I swear to you they do. At Park Guell, a park designed by the famous Barcelona architect Gaudi, we climbed to the top of a small hill to see a stunning panorama of Barcelona laid out before us, the Mediterranean sparkling in the distance. And at the top, along with couples holding hands and families picnicking in the sunlight was a harmonica player accompanied by a karaoke cd. And what else would he be playing, of course, than the traditional Jewish "Hava Nagila?" I'm not sure who was more surprised—the Lidman family, at finding a Bar Mitzvah soundtrack on a mountain overlooking Barcelona, or the musician, when my mom and I joined hands for the hora and started singing along. Wherever you go…
The entire trip was a resounding success, and we crammed more museums and exhibits and cathedrals into 10 days than should humanly be possible, while still leaving time for an occasional siesta or relaxing lunch. It really was a wonderful time, lots of family bonding and laughter. And I succeeded in my goal of getting at least one parent drunk the last night in Madrid (Dad, don't deny it!) after we sampled sangria in every city.
EUROPEAN WONDERINGS
After my parent's visit, since I didn't really do "school" or "classes" in the month of December and I still haven't bought my "books" (but at least I'm "registered"), I set off on my European Adventure.
(Including my parent's visit) I've clocked 32 days, 4 countries, 13 cities, two entire rolls of toilet paper for a constantly running nose, four kinds of currency currently in my wallet (pounds, euros, a random quarter, and a rupee, I have no idea where that one came from), only two loads of laundry the entire time, three passport stamps (the EU does not appreciate the sanctity of the passport), 4 crumpets in a 12 hour period, and the biggest miracle of all is that I didn't lose my wallet.
I went to Lille (north of France) to visit my French roommate from this summer in Israel, then stayed in Paris for a few days with two Frisbee players from the Sevilla team, and even got to go to a Parisian Frisbee practice! Could life be more incredible? My favorite things from Paris were the Eiffel Tower, the Musee D'Orsay (an impressionism museum that I LOVED better than the Louvre—real tranquility is to be in a room by yourself filled with Money paintings) and Sacha Finklestajn's Yiddish bakery where I had my first knish in almost a year.
After Paris it was off to Porto, Portugal with the New Jersey twins who were my Camino de Santiago colleagues. I fell in love with the city's windy, cobblestone streets and the people who were so warm and friendly. And let's be honest, the free samples of Porto wine at the 20+ wineries didn't hurt either.
I had originally planned to keep traveling until January 7th (it was December 21st at this point), but financial constraints and a few meltdowns as well as the urging of friends and family convinced me to hightail it back to Murcia on a 26 hour bus ride in order to recharge my batteries. With all of my Spanish and International friends in their various pueblos and countries, I had five days of intense introspection/isolation that mainly consisted of me watching America's worst Christmas movies dubbed over in Spanish and feeling sorry for myself that no one invited me over for Christmas dinner. Christmas Eve surprisingly, is one of Spain's biggest party nights, and I stayed out with Spanish friends until 8:00 AM Christmas day. A far cry from the American tradition of going to bed as early as possible so you an wake up early to open presents.
After my hermitage in Murcia, I visited an old kibbutz friend in London right before New Years. While it was so amazing to see her and remember all the wonderful memories, it was also bittersweet because it made us both realize that our kibbutz group will never be whole again without Mikey. In Murcia I've done a good job of completely separating myself from the events of this summer and seeing Laura brought a lot of what I've been trying to ignore crashing back. But it was the first time I've been able to talk frankly about what happened and that was good for me. And, as mentioned earlier, I had 4 crumpets in a very short time.
IN OTHER NEWS…
If this ridiculously out of control long email hasn't satiated your thirst for Melanie's flaky wanderings around Western Europe, check out this semester's columns on www.diamondbackonline.com (search for Melanie Lidman). My last column was also chosen by the Online Newshour with Jim Lehrer as an example of the opinions of my age bracket, whatever that means. The link is here: http://www.pbs.org/newshour/generation-next/blog/old_world_charm_12-05.html And, as a solution to the hole in my wallet rendered by my wanderings, I'm freelancing again for the Northwest section of the Boston Globe http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2006/12/28/a_history_lesson_on_grander_scale_in_spain/
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT…
Well, if you've reached this point in the email you have my utmost respect, admiration, and gratitude. There are more stories, but we'll save those for another email on another day. I want to wish you all the happiest of New Years, and as they say here "May the worst of 2007 be better than the best of 2006." Amen, brother.
Love and European travels,
Meli
The parents at Sevilla's Plaza de Toros (Bull ring)subject: Melanie's Mass Mailings: The 2007 Edition
Hola Family, Friends, Frisbees,
Many apologies for the long absence in updates—but don't fear—I'm still trucking over here in Europe with my backpack slung over my shoulder, my Frisbee in hand, and my eyes on the horizon. My hopes that all of you passed a healthy and happy holiday season and have emerged into January more or less unscathed. I have lots of stories to relate, so in case you don't make it to the end, I'll sign off here and just wish all of you a wonderful 2007 filled with lots of laughter, new experiences, and good memories. I'll be back stateside on January 27th and heading to Maryland hopefully the 28th, so I hope to see some of you soon!
THE RAIN IN SPAIN
Instead of stuffing myself with turkey in the beautiful state of New Jersey during Thanksgiving like all other years, I spent Thanksgiving weekend playing in the Spanish Frisbee Tournament in the Canary Islands. Though the islands are technically a part of Spain, their closest neighbor is Senegal, so I'm going to count it as Frisbee on the African continent, anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with my publicist. This means that in four months, I've played Frisbee on four continents: Asia (come on, Israel is basically Asia), North America, Europe, and Africa.
I played with my Sevilla Frisbee team, the Frisbillanas, and had the pleasure of witnessing their first-ever win, after three years of being a team. Flashback to Lexington Saturday soccer and entire seasons where we lost every game… Go Rockets!
First and foremost I'd like to point out that while we did not win the tournament (we came in 8th out of 11 teams), the Frisbillanas hands down no questions asked won the party, which is considered by some to be the true measure of a team's merits and abilities. Also at the party I ran into someone who looked a tad familiar who turned out to be an old friend from USY, my high school Jewish youth group. That's right—in a random bar in the Canary Islands, two New England Jews reunited. Oh USY, you can graduate any time you like, but you can never leave.
We awoke the first day of the tournament—all 150 players sleeping in a big gym—to the sounds of a torrential downpour. Rain! Rain in Spain, in Africa! I believe I am one of the only people that could manage to find an African Frisbee tournament that was delayed because of rain. No worries—the skies soon cleared up and we passed a wonderful weekend filled with Frisbee and black beaches with volcanic rock. And I went down in Frisbillana history for successfully telling my first dirty joke in Spanish (the true sign of fluency). OLE.
THE PARENT TRAP
December 1st was a date marked on the Lidman calendar (unlike most things in my life) with months of anticipation: the parentals come to Spain. I will admit, I was nervous, I was terrified, I was so grateful that my parents didn't trust me and relied on an agent for all the logistical details. Our itinerary, as my mom liked to say, was "typical American fashion," 5 cities in 10 days: Alicante, Barcelona, Sevilla, Cordoba, and Madrid with brief trips to Murcia and Toledo.
Barcelona was our all-around favorite, with special highlights including lots of Gaudi architecture, Picasso museums, and dancing the hora at Mt. Guell. Yes folks, I know some of the things I write about make you all scratch your heads in disbelief that these things actually happen, but I swear to you they do. At Park Guell, a park designed by the famous Barcelona architect Gaudi, we climbed to the top of a small hill to see a stunning panorama of Barcelona laid out before us, the Mediterranean sparkling in the distance. And at the top, along with couples holding hands and families picnicking in the sunlight was a harmonica player accompanied by a karaoke cd. And what else would he be playing, of course, than the traditional Jewish "Hava Nagila?" I'm not sure who was more surprised—the Lidman family, at finding a Bar Mitzvah soundtrack on a mountain overlooking Barcelona, or the musician, when my mom and I joined hands for the hora and started singing along. Wherever you go…
The entire trip was a resounding success, and we crammed more museums and exhibits and cathedrals into 10 days than should humanly be possible, while still leaving time for an occasional siesta or relaxing lunch. It really was a wonderful time, lots of family bonding and laughter. And I succeeded in my goal of getting at least one parent drunk the last night in Madrid (Dad, don't deny it!) after we sampled sangria in every city.
EUROPEAN WONDERINGS
After my parent's visit, since I didn't really do "school" or "classes" in the month of December and I still haven't bought my "books" (but at least I'm "registered"), I set off on my European Adventure.
(Including my parent's visit) I've clocked 32 days, 4 countries, 13 cities, two entire rolls of toilet paper for a constantly running nose, four kinds of currency currently in my wallet (pounds, euros, a random quarter, and a rupee, I have no idea where that one came from), only two loads of laundry the entire time, three passport stamps (the EU does not appreciate the sanctity of the passport), 4 crumpets in a 12 hour period, and the biggest miracle of all is that I didn't lose my wallet.
I went to Lille (north of France) to visit my French roommate from this summer in Israel, then stayed in Paris for a few days with two Frisbee players from the Sevilla team, and even got to go to a Parisian Frisbee practice! Could life be more incredible? My favorite things from Paris were the Eiffel Tower, the Musee D'Orsay (an impressionism museum that I LOVED better than the Louvre—real tranquility is to be in a room by yourself filled with Money paintings) and Sacha Finklestajn's Yiddish bakery where I had my first knish in almost a year.
After Paris it was off to Porto, Portugal with the New Jersey twins who were my Camino de Santiago colleagues. I fell in love with the city's windy, cobblestone streets and the people who were so warm and friendly. And let's be honest, the free samples of Porto wine at the 20+ wineries didn't hurt either.
I had originally planned to keep traveling until January 7th (it was December 21st at this point), but financial constraints and a few meltdowns as well as the urging of friends and family convinced me to hightail it back to Murcia on a 26 hour bus ride in order to recharge my batteries. With all of my Spanish and International friends in their various pueblos and countries, I had five days of intense introspection/isolation that mainly consisted of me watching America's worst Christmas movies dubbed over in Spanish and feeling sorry for myself that no one invited me over for Christmas dinner. Christmas Eve surprisingly, is one of Spain's biggest party nights, and I stayed out with Spanish friends until 8:00 AM Christmas day. A far cry from the American tradition of going to bed as early as possible so you an wake up early to open presents.
After my hermitage in Murcia, I visited an old kibbutz friend in London right before New Years. While it was so amazing to see her and remember all the wonderful memories, it was also bittersweet because it made us both realize that our kibbutz group will never be whole again without Mikey. In Murcia I've done a good job of completely separating myself from the events of this summer and seeing Laura brought a lot of what I've been trying to ignore crashing back. But it was the first time I've been able to talk frankly about what happened and that was good for me. And, as mentioned earlier, I had 4 crumpets in a very short time.
IN OTHER NEWS…
If this ridiculously out of control long email hasn't satiated your thirst for Melanie's flaky wanderings around Western Europe, check out this semester's columns on www.diamondbackonline.com (search for Melanie Lidman). My last column was also chosen by the Online Newshour with Jim Lehrer as an example of the opinions of my age bracket, whatever that means. The link is here: http://www.pbs.org/newshour/generation-next/blog/old_world_charm_12-05.html And, as a solution to the hole in my wallet rendered by my wanderings, I'm freelancing again for the Northwest section of the Boston Globe http://www.boston.com/news/local/articles/2006/12/28/a_history_lesson_on_grander_scale_in_spain/
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT…
Well, if you've reached this point in the email you have my utmost respect, admiration, and gratitude. There are more stories, but we'll save those for another email on another day. I want to wish you all the happiest of New Years, and as they say here "May the worst of 2007 be better than the best of 2006." Amen, brother.
Love and European travels,
Meli
Mother-daughter moment in front of the Toledo skyline
Do not stick anything over the edge of the Eiffel Tower