Only 22 hours late

This is a rather rambling story of my helish trip home- so only start it if you have time.

The time has finally come to return to the US and my regular life. Lisa and the kids left a week ago- while I finished things up in Gdansk and then went to a conference in Denmark.

But the day has arrived to pack my bags and see what Olathe is like again.

My leaving was actually a protracted event. It began last Sunday with checking out of the house with our friends and landlords. They came over about 11am, walked through the house and gave it a thumbs up. Actually, as it is newly renovated house- our 4 kids could have really done some damage. Luckily and with the constant reminders from Lisa- the worse we had were hand print streaks on the walls going down the staircase. The Draniewicz’s invited me over for a coffee and we talked about them coming to the US. About 2:30- with a very, very heavy suitcase they all took me to the airport.

Arrival to Aalborg was fine- and my 5 day stay was nice. See my blog on that http://mylesgartland.blogspot.com/2010/06/side-trip.html

Thursday was my last evening in Europe after 10 months. My flight left at 6:30am, so I ordered a taxi for 5am. I planned to get to sleep early.

I forgot that Denmark was playing Japan in the World Cup on Thursday night, and the locals were in high spirit. Even though Denmark lost badly, it did not deter their spirits and they partied in the streets and at the apartment complex next door until all hours.

The alarm went off at 4:15 (I packed the previous night) and made it to my taxi at 5am. Ironically, when I got up- I saw that Lisa was still on Skpye (it was only 9:30p in Olathe, so I called and she said that she had just put Trey to bed).

As we drove down the street- there were still several footballer fans from the previous night’s party stumbling around the street. So, they had been at it for at least 10-12 hours.

With no traffic, we arrived at the airport in 15 minutes. My flight schedule was long, but straight forward. Aalborg to Copenhagen to Brussels to Chicago to Kansas City. 17 hours door to door.

Aalborg

They always tell you to get the the airport 2 hours early for an international flight. I had to get all my tickets in Aalborg, plus check my bags through to KC. So I arrived at 1:20 hours early. I walked into the terminal and the lights were not even on. There were a few people waiting in the dark, the only light coming in from the windows, waiting for the many desks to open. It was at least another 25 minutes before the first worker showed up. I had one bag (which was .2 kg under the weight limit). I also had a very heavy rolling back pack, plus my regular back pack. Now to check a second item is $50. But I decided that since the rolling backpack was so heavy and I had so many connections- it would be worth it. That proved to be good foresight... Of course, I had to go through security, take off my belt, shoes, scan my bags and the other usual things. I even had time for an espresso. The SAS airplane took off from Aalborg on time and without issue. Perfect beginning.

Copenhagen

After the 40 minute flight to Copenhagen- the issues began. I had 35 minutes before the next leg to Brussels took off. First, you arrive at a small side, terminal A, (for the local planes). Then you take a bus to one of the bigger terminals. First problem- I had no indication of what terminal my next flight was in. I finally found someone what terminal my flight left from. They said definitely terminal 2. As terminal 2 is 1/2 mile away- you have to take a bus. The buses only comes every 15 minutes (and I am on a really tight schedule). I wait and wait (one must have left just before I arrived). It finally came and I was off to terminal 2.

I walked in, and again could not find my SAS Air flight (15 minutes before it leaves). I went up to a desk, and she said this airline departs from terminal 3, not 2. Luckily, the distance between terminal 2 and 3 is not far- so I was able to quickly walk.

I arrived at terminal 3 and saw my flight- I also saw it was running 10 minutes late, so I was actually relieved. It said go to gate B2. Now, since I had to go outside to change terminals- I had to go through screening again. Shoes, belts, remove laptop, scan stuff all over again.

I run down to gate B2 only to see people with a dejected look leaving the gate and walking away. When I arrived- a sign said- “gate changed to D (yes D) 6. Way on the other side of the terminal. Plus the flight was delayed even more, another 20 minutes.

I got to Gate D2, only to sit down and hear that we have been moved to D4 (at least that was close). I also looked at the sign and the flight was delayed another hour.

Well, given all the delays- there was no way that I was going to make connection #3 in Brussels. The flight leaving Copenhagen was going to leave after my Brussels to Chicago connection was gone. I started to think about what to do. I got on the internet and looked at later Brussels flights to Chicago. There was only one more leaving that day. Brussels to Chicago via New Deli, India- 25 hours.

About that time, I hear my name being called over the intercom to “come to the desk”. The desk person tells me and 2 other who are also taking the Brussels to Chicago leg, “that we are probably not going to make it”. No shit!

He said we had to go to terminal 2 and talk to the transfer desk. Back to terminal 2.

Me and my two new BFF went to the transfer gate, and told them we were asked to report to here. Of course, the transfer gate had no idea why we were asked to go there, so they called the gate. They got off the phone and said “it looks like you will all miss your Brussels to Chicago flight”. No shit!

So he typed and typed and typed and found me a new route:

Copenhagen to Newark to Chicago to KC (eventually arriving 5 hours later than I was suppose to- but at least it was home).

The gate for our new flight was back in terminal 2: Gate C.

Back through the terminal and back through security. Off with the belt, shoes, laptop, scan this and that.

As Copenhagen was now by place where I was leaving the EU- me and my new BFFs had to also go through the passport control line. We arrived at that point only to find the line about 100 yards long, with 8 people across. It was hot and tightly packed. A man across from me passed out in line and hit his head one someone’s steel suitcase. He had to be taken away in a wheelchair. I would have helped out- but I did not want to lose my spot in line.

We finally get to passport control- and the guard doesn’t look at my picture, does not check my name, does not scan my passport and does not even ask any questions. He just puts in his obligatory stamp and I am off- what is that helping to prevent?

I get to my gate C40 (by now I have been in 3 terminals and Gate sections A, B, C & D) and was given a new boarding pass. As I enter the gate area- I am grabbed by the arm by an attendant and he says “Mr. Gartland, you have been randomly selected for an additional screening, please come to this cubicle”. So, off with the belt, shoes, out with laptop, screen my stuff, swipe my hands, and I am asked to turn ON all my electronic devices. Well, all that is in my backpack is electronic devices, so this takes a while. I even had to turn on my slide projector lecture pointer. Then I got a nice pat-down from a lady guard. Finally, I was allowed to enter the plane to Newark.

The Long Flight

When I booked this new flight with SAS in Copenhagen, I specifically was assured that I had an aisle seat. I asked twice. As I got on the plane, I saw that I was about to spend 8 hours in a middle aisle seat. I have a theory about this. There is a strong relationship between how many people you have to climb over and how often you have to pee. This works not only on airplanes, but in movie theaters and stadiums too. I wanted to time my trips to when the guy in the aisle seat got up to pee, then I would just follow him. However he was a pee camel. Never went the entire 8 hour flight- which made me have to go even more.

That said, I figured the worst was over, and what could go wrong in Newark?

Newark

I arrive in Newark at terminal B, get through passport control, recheck my bags through United Airlines to go from Chicago, then to KC. US Passport control asked me no questions and did not even notice I have been out of the country for 10 months, or ask where I have been and doing.

Now back in Copenhagen, SAS Air has booked me on United Flights to Chicago and to Kansas City (SAS is part of the Star Alliance, but does not run intra-US flights).

I have to leave terminal B and take the airport train to the United gates at terminal A (you need a train to go from terminal to terminal). My flight is on the departures board, but the gate is not listed yet. I have about 1.5 hours. So, I wait and wait. The flight stays on the board, but a gate is never assigned.

With about 45 minutes to go, I walk up to the United ticket booth and they are just posting a sign that the “Chicago flight is canceled. See a ticket agent”.

I went up to the agent and told her what occurred and gave her my travel reroute voucher from SAS Air that I received in Copenhagen. She said that United would only honor the voucher for the flight that was just canceled- and I needed to go back to the SAS ticketing to get another voucher. Plus she told me- there would be no more United flights to KC that night.

I asked where were the SAS Agents- she said “terminal B”.

I got back on the train and went back to terminal B and found the SAS agent. She said, well there is a Continental flight leaving in 30 minutes- if you hurry you might make it. She scribbled out a voucher. I asked where was the Continental flights. She said terminal C....Back on the train.

I get to Continental in Terminal C and the line for security was 100 people deep (and my flight was leaving in 20 minutes). I walked right past all 100 people (hearing them curse at me) and went right up to the security line and handed the agent my voucher. She said I could not get through with this voucher. I needed to exchange the voucher for a “real Continental ticket” upstairs. So I ran upstair to the Continental desk. It was 75 people deep- I walked right passed everyone (hearing them curse at me) and quickly told the ticket agent my story and asked if I could get a quick ticket. He looked at the voucher from SAS- and said, “she filled this out wrong, I cannot accept it. Plus, since you are within 30 minutes of the flight I can’t issue you a ticket anyway”. I asked if there was a later flight- he said, I had to go back to SAS and get another voucher.

Back to terminal B and my SAS agent. (by this time I am about in my panic attack mode).

I arrive back with same lady and SAS and told her the Continental person would not let me on with this voucher. She said, “I was afraid of that, and expected to see you again”. I asked calmly, well what’s next. She said she had looked at all available flights and nothing else was going to KC tonight. I would need to spend the night in New Jersey and try again tomorrow.

Now I might be writing this calmly, but that was certainly not my mood during this time. It was a complex mixture of utter anger and panic. I talked my self down and started to accept my fate. No sense in getting further rattled and either ending up in the ER or jail. Also, I have no cell phone (I still have a Polish SIM card in my phone- so I can’t call Lisa). I had to borrow a stranger’s phone- as Lisa did not know what was going on.

Th SAS lady found me a Saturday morning ticket (on American Airlines this time) and gives me a voucher to get a ticket from them. I said “where am I staying tonight and who is paying”. The only person I know in New Jersey is Tony Soprano. She said, “well since United is the one that canceled your flight- they should arrange for your stay. Just go back to terminal A.....”

I stopped her at that point and said (well I can’t repeat that...). Anyway she agreed to get me a hotel and SAS pay for it. She called and called and most hotels were booked. She finally got me a room at Hampton Inn. She wrote out a hotel voucher to Hampton Inn.

On my way out- I briefly mentioned that I wonder where I might get my checked bags tomorrow. I assumed I can just pick them up in KC- but what airline would have them, as I had not seen them in hours? (But I had been transferred to so many flights in the past hours). She said, “oh no- under new regulations if you are not on the flight then your bags are pulled, so they are still in NJ”. I asked, “then where are my bags in NJ”- she said “I don’t have that on my system”. She recommended I go back to the international terminal and ask them to see what airline my bags ended up on.

Back to the train to international. I go to the international baggage people and go through the entire story. I said I just wanted to know where I can pick up my bags. She looked and found they were still at United- back in terminal A. Back on the train to A.

I go to the United baggage people and tell them my story. Of course, he has no records of my bags- but I can actually see them behind him. So I ask if he could just turn around, he would not need his computer. He says I have to take them with me now since I am flying American in the morning.

I get my 100 lbs of bags and now need to get to the hotel. I ask a red cap where the hotel buses come- and he said “The P4 terminal stop- just get on the train......” so back on the train- this time with 100 lbs of bags.

I get on the Hampton Inn bus and take the 5 minute ride to the hotel.

Hampton Inn- Newark

I get to Hampton Inn and gave them my name and the hotel voucher that SAS gave me. He looked at it and went into the back office. He came back out and said that their hotel does not accept vouchers from this airline. He said I should go back to SAS at the airport and have them either give me cash for the room or set me up at another hotel. I said (well I can’t repeat that either)- then I just gave him my credit card and said “give me a room”.

I had been up and traveling for the better part of 24 hours by this point- and I am in New Jersey. I shower (of course, I tossed most of toiletries at the Aalborg hotel that morning before I left- since I have plenty at home and was expecting to be there that night).

To bed and try again tomorrow.

Newark Airport Part II

As my body is still recovering from the 7 hour time difference, I was up rather early. I went down and had the breakfast buffet. I paid my $109 for my room (SAS will hear from me later on this). Even though my flight did not leave Newark until 10:20a- I wanted to take no chances- so I left at 7:30a. I assumed the worst. Would American take my SAS voucher? But my biggest concern were my bags. My big suitcase was within .2kg of international flight weight limits- which means it was way over the domestic flight weight limit. Plus, I had already paid for my second bag to be checked too (but that was yesterday, and several different sets of airlines ago). I could see me needing to pay another hefty fee(s) to get my bags on. I had even left on all the baggages tags from yesterday to show all the places they had been- to maybe garner sympathy.

At the ticket desk, I was all ready with sad story and plead for my tickets and bags. Not only was there no line at American- she took my voucher, gave me my ticket and took all my bags with no questions asked. I was sitting in front of my gate with no bags, tickets in hand- two hours early. The flight took off on time. Newark was glad to get rid of me.

Chicago

My original worry had always been Chicago O’Hare (ORD). To me, ORD is Dante’s 5th ring of Hell. Nothing ever goes well there. Almost every problem I have ever had in my life flying occurred in or about ORD. Once we sat on the ORD tarmac for 2 hours so they could check pillows. To my delight, other than a 20 minute delay- we got off without issue and headed to KC (I was suppose to be on this flight route 22 hours ago).

It was my pleasure to see the family as I arrived in Kansas City. Although it had only been a week since I said goodbye to them in Gdansk- it felt like a month. Good to be home- only 22 hours late.

Conclusion

So about 40 hours door to door. Aalborg to Olathe.

Although I have heard worse stories- this was the most hassle I have ever gone through in travel. As you read Lisa’s blog last week- she had an adventure (albeit a very different one) getting home too. That said, the right travel nightmare happened to the right people. Lisa could have never navigated all those back and forth, ticket counters, security checks and hotel with all the kids. I could not have handled the barfing, the kids, lines, the kids etc.

Finally, I must ask what rational person would work at one of these airline customer service centers? Cleaning Johnny-on-the-Spots must be a more enjoyable job. These people take the brunt of all the airline stupidity that occurs. Every time I was in line at one of these places (and boy was I at several)- everyone in front of me and everyone behind me were about ready to explode due to their own personal travel hell.

A side trip

Lisa left Poland last Friday (if you have not read her blog on traveling adventure- is it worth it) http://anamericanhouseholdinpoland.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-trip-home.html

I had to finish up some things, plus I was involved in a conference at the University- so I did not leave Poland until Sunday.

Also, Lisa does not like her and I to take the same flight (same policy as the President and Vice President; guess which one I am).

However, I still have grant money left and one of my favorite conferences was this week. So, when I left Poland, I went further north to Aalborg Denmark.

I am attending the International Schumpeter Society Conference (aren’t you sorry you missed it?). It is where 300 of the world’s top evolutionary economists (and me) come together to talk our trade and research. Now, I would typically be attending this conference anyway (even coming from the States for it)-and since it was just an extra few days and an hour plane ride, I stayed around Europe. This had been planned before I even came to Poland.

As I mentioned before, Denmark is one of my favorite countries in the world. This is my 5th or 6th trip here since 2004. It is particularly nice in the summer. Although I have been to Denmark many times- this is my first trip to Aalborg. It is a rather small city, about 100,000 people- with a big University.

Aalborg is rather far north, further north than Gdansk, Copenhagen and even Edinburgh Scotland- so this is probably the furthest north I have been. The City of Aalborg is about as close to Norway as it is Copenhagen. Which also means the sun is up even longer. It starts to rise about 3:30am, but does not set until about 11pm.

I arrived in Aalborg on Sunday night and the conference started Monday. But by this time the family had been back in Kansas 48 hours.

Another reason Lisa was glad I went to this conference during her first week back- was I would “just get in the way” to getting things correctly back in order. I accept that.

The conference was good and I got to see some people I wanted. The major academic book publishers were there selling the latest editions (we use to be able to get these for free- but times have changed. I only bought two). However, we failed to solved any of the world’s problems (that will be next year). It ended Wednesday night and for all practical purposes I should have returned home on Thursday. However, oddly enough traveling on a Thursday was several hundred dollars more expensive than on a Friday. And when your one way ticket already costs over $1,000- that is significant.

So instead, I spent Thursday catching up on some work and I took a nice walk through this beautiful city. It is a typical Denmark city (Middle Age structures and modern art). It sits on a long fjord (what a cool word).

My cab picks me up at 5am for a 6:30 flight and then back to the States for the first time since September. I need to hurry home get in line for one of those new iphones!

I will blog on my 17 hour trip home this weekend. But lets just say I travel Aalborg-Copenhagen-Brussels-Chicago-Kansas City.

 Bridge across the fjord, with the span open to let through some sail boats

Row of old style Denmark houses

Nice Architecture

Modern Art of a homeless woman sleeping in a cardboard box (in bronze). Need Martin and Donna to explain this one to me.

More great Denmark houses and buildings

Poles going to the Polls

Today is the special Presidential Election for Poland. It is the first Sunday after a 60 day period from when the former President was killed in a plane crash.

For those of your who think it is unusual to have a Presidential election in a Sunday- it is actually the norm in many parts of the world.

Polls are open for the Poles until 8pm.

Now, this was to be an election year anyway- however the election had to be moved up by several months due to the death of President Lech Kaczynski.

Kaczynski was a member of the Law and Justice Party- a quite far right of center (very conservative party), who is rather nationalistic. He was brought into office promising returning Poland to its greatest and individuality; and being hesitant about full EU integration. But based on the polls prior to his death- he had lost most of his momentum. Even before his death, it was predicted he would not be reelected.

So with his death, the Law and Justice Party needed a new candidate. So, Kaczynski’s identical twin brother (Jaroslaw Kaczynski) took his place in the election (yes, identical twin). Truth is always stranger than fiction.

There are 10 people running for President today, but 8 are from rather small parties.

The other major party in the election is the Civic Platform Party. The are right of center too- but more Eurocentric and interested in globalization and foreign policy. Although they are “right of center” too- they are not near as conservative as the Law and Justice Party. The Civic Platform Party already controls Parliament, and Poland’s Prime Minister (Donald Tusk) is from the Civic Platform Party.

House Speaker Bronislaw Komorowski from the Civic Platform Party was appointed “acting President” when Kaczynski died. Komorowski is also their Presidential candidate today.

Based on the polls (of Poles)- Komorowski is the favorite to win.

The hot issues in Poland are: Poland’s integration into the EU. Polish troops in Afghanistan (Poland have had troops fighting along with the US soldiers since the conflict began. Like in the US, some of the populace is growing tired of the endless war). And finally, the economy: including more privatization of industry and less spending on social programs.

Poland’s political suture is different from the US- as they have both a President and a Prime Minister. Most executive power in Poland rests in the hands of the Prime Minister and Cabinet (who the Prime Minister appoints). But the President serves as commander-in-chief of the armed forces and can veto laws, giving him/her significant influence.

But the way I always viewed it- it seemed as if the Prime Minister (Tusk) had the most power- and the President was just either a friend or a barrier to the PM. But the President is the official “face” of the country.

As the President and Prime Minister had been from different parties; and the two did not like each other- things sometimes moved slowly. However, if Komorowski wins, Civic Platform will control everything.

Although the US nor EU make any official statement- from their interests, a Civic Platform win would likley be their preference.

You might ask where is the famous Solidarity Party of Lech Walesa? Well, as with many groups- it is much easier to oppose than to rule. Solidarity will forever be known as the political group that broke Communism, and the first group democratically elected in Poland’s in modern history. But Walesa and Solidarity only made it through one election. During their short rein, there was so much political in-fighting on how to move forward- that Solidarity (as a political party) disbanded and its members all went left, right and center (including forming the two parties mentioned above). Many of the iconic leaders don’t even speak to each other any more. Ironic.

Also, by Polish law, the Presidential winner has to receive 50% or more of the vote. With 10 people running (even if the small groups get just 1 or 2 percent)- 50% is hard to accomplish. So, in the event no one wins by 50% or greater- a run off election is held in 2 weeks by the top two vote getters (who will likely be Komorowski & Kaczynski).

So, not only were we here for the terrible tragedy of the death of Lech Kaczynski. We were able to see a Presidential election cycle.

PS- It is not Father’s Day here. They celebrate Father’s Day on the 26th.

My final week at Polytechnika

Now as I am on the back end of my journey, I realize these 10 months have flown by. 

As with any Professor, the first and last week of school are the busiest. No exception here. 

Starting with last Saturday, the 12th- I did my second lecture to the group of medical professionals (physicians, nurses, dentists, etc)- whom most do not speak any English. So as with last time a translator was brought in. I blogged about my first experience lecturing while using an translator a few weeks ago. As with last time, the translator did a great job- but frankly the class dynamic changes quite a bit when everything is filtered through a third party. That said, this was a great group who have an interesting health care road ahead of them. Frankly, I wish we could really spend some time together, as I would like to learn their views of how their health system will evolve. Interestingly however, we in the US have a capitalistic system but we are talking about more government involvement. Here, they have all government involvement- but see a great need for more capitalism in health care. No one has the answer.

Besides these side lectures I have been doing; I had five classes this semester with about 110 total students. That is almost twice my normal teaching load at home (Rockhurst). But I like teaching (most days) and enjoyed the variety. My five classes were spread over many of the school’s different business programs. So I had undergrads, graduate students, part-time students, and executive students. With these 110 students- they are not just Poles. They are kids from three different continents and multiple countries. 

So the week was full of giving final exams and then grading them. The same with final cases. Basically every night this week was dedicated to grading. I admittedly changed some of my final test formats to make them a little easier to grade (yes, professors do that); as I had to get so many done in a short time frame. I also started to give some exams last week.

During all of this semester ending stuff were two other activities. First, we are getting the house ready to move out. Figuring what to bring home and what to toss. Making sure we minimized the bags we would have to check (and thus have to pay extra- a change made by the airlines since we came over). Secondly, our school hosted an international conference on entrepreneurship; of which I have been involved.

By Wednesday afternoon, I had all exams done and calculated final grades for all the classes. 

This next process is a cultural difference. In Poland (and elsewhere in Europe) the students come to your office to receive their final grade in person (recall I have 110 students). So starting Wednesday, I began holding court for the students. 

They bring with them a journal called an Indek. This is a book where all their grades are kept for all their classes during their entire schooling tenure. So, it is basically a book of grades. I have to sign my page in their book (they keep the book). Then they give me a piece of paper that is generated by the school’s office for me to record their grade. They take the signed piece of paper back to the school's office. 

Their grades are numeric. 2 though a 5. 2 is a failing grade and a 5 is top. They also add pluses to the numbers. So you can get a 4+ (meaning better than a 4, but not quite a 5). When you think about it however, it is really not much different than our letter and plus system. B, B+, A, etc. 

Some students were visibly shaken that they passed (which I understand). Some were visibly shaken because they failed. This always surprises me, that a student is “surprised” that they failed. You should always know you are going to fail. 

Of course then comes the pleading and some sad story from the students who received a failing or low grade (universal in all cultures). Now they see me as the old-wise professor- they don’t realize I was once a student and did the same pleading and told the same sad stories- so I rarely buy them. 

Some students plead that if they only had a few more points, they could move up a from one grade to another. Sometimes I give-in on these- particularly good kids who only missed the next grade level by a 1/10 of a point. 

I only had one extreme indecent- a student got so agitated with me when I did not pass him, he came back the next day to debate again. I really did review his case to make sure I did not make an error. After I determined he was not even close to passing, he got so agitated and began accusing me of all kinds of things. I finally had to physically escort him out of my office. Given the horrible things that now happen at schools all over the world- it always worries Lisa when I get a student really agitated. 

Now, after I meet and sign the paperwork for all the students- the grade process is only half over. Then the school’s office gives me a list of all my classes and all my students. I have to write in all 110 grades on these sheets (using a pen) and sign each one. Then, to add a little technology- they give me a USB pen drive which has a database version of these lists, that I just did by hand. I have to type in the 110 grades into the database, hit save, and give everything back to the office. 

So, I have recorded each grade 4 times for each student, in 4 different places- what is done with all of these I have no idea. 

This was basically a 4 day process of meeting with students, and signing everything. I even went in on Saturday- as we have a weekend group of students who needed to meet with me. (But they are all good kids and I really enjoy them, so no complaints other than the paperwork). 

Now back to the conference. As I mentioned, our school hosts a bi-annual conference on Entrepreneurship. It is a small 2 day conference bringing in people mostly form central and east Europe. But we had some from as far as South Africa and South Korea. It was held Thursday and Friday.

I had worked reviewing some of the submissions prior to the conference. Then I chaired two of the sessions (meaning I introduced each speaker and kept track of time, and otherwise sit there on stage and look pretty). I had planned to present a paper myself- but just got lazy and never wrote one (that has been a bad habit lately that I need to fix). 

As with all conferences- the best part are the coffee breaks, lunches and dinners where you get to meet and talk to people. You always make your best contacts at these. I met several nice people.

In fact, on Friday night, after the conference was over, I had dinner with our Vice Dean and two others from the conference at her home. One was from Germany and one was from France. A very nice multinational dinner. 

After I met with students on Saturday, this was to be my last time on campus for this trip. So I cleaned out my desk, collected my belongings and said “so long” to my work home for the last year. I will miss the people and the place. It has been a great adventure.

Our local concentation camp

Earlier this week, Ben and I traveled to Stutthof, the WW2 concentration camp for the Gdansk area. It holds a few special designations. It was the first concentration camp to be set up (2-September 1939) and the last to be liberated (9-May-1945). During those years, 85,000 died on its grounds.

There is a big memorial at the end of the camp which reminds everyone that this camp was “built by people, for people”. So keep that in mind as you read my details.

As noted in my previous blogs, Gdansk holds the distinction of receiving the first shots of WWII (1-September 1939). The Nazis quickly invaded the city and needed a place to hold their political (Polish) prisoners. Most of the prisoners were not military, but rather community leaders like priests and teachers.

Stutthof Concentration camp is located about 30 KM outside of Gdansk, but it takes an hour to get there on a bus. It is literally in the middle of the woods. Beginning on the night of September 1st 1939, anyone who the Nazi’s felt would be a threat to them were either shot on site or sent to Stutthof. Over 110,000 people were sent to Stutthof during the war years. Many from Gdansk and its surrounding area.

I have learned something new as I have visited a few WWII camps. First is the difference between a concentration camp and an extermination camp. A concentration camp is built as a prison or work camp. An extermination camp is where people (i.e. Jews) were sent for the sole purpose of being put directly to death. At the height of the war, Central and Eastern Europe were dotted with both concentration and extermination camps. Most were on Polish soil, and most we have never heard of.

My family and I visited the very famous Auschwitz-Berkinow back in the fall. Auschwitz, particularly in its later years, functioned mainly as an extermination camp. Meaning as people came off the train- they were immediately marched from the train platform directly into the gas chamber. Millions died at Auschwitz, many living less than a day after they arrived at the camp.

Stutthof was a little different. It was set up to hold prisoners and have them conduct work for German industry. So, most who came to Stutthof were sent to be held and worked- not necessarily immediately exterminated. Now, there was an exception. Stutthof also had gas chambers (like Auschwitz). If a prisoner was a mother with children, pregnant, or old or weak- they were of no use to the Germans and were sent right from the train to the gas chambers. Others deemed strong would be put to work. Stutthof’s large death toll was largely came from working people to death, or death by the elements or disease.

We were told the story about how word began to spread about what was occurring to the people being taken to these small brick buildings (the gas chambers)- so the prisoners started to resist. With old ladies- they were told they had jobs in the next town as seamstresses. The old ladies happily got on the train for their job. The train would circle the camp twice and the tracks eventually went right into a modified gas chamber. They were gassed while sitting on the train. (They had a couple of the old train cars still at the camp).

Train car used for the gassing

Working conditions were brutal. They worked 12 hours per day M-Sa and 8 hours on Sunday and holidays. The work was very physical. For example, they would have to cut down trees, then instead of having mules to pull the heavy carts- they used the prisoners as the mules. Falling on the job, getting sick, or not working fast enough would earn you a beating on the “billy”. It was administered in public, before dinner. Many died during the beatings. However if a prisoner died during the beating- the Nazi SS guard would still continue to carry out all the strokes sentenced.

This is "billy"

People slept on the floor on blankets. The blankets sat on hay, which was infested with mites, lice and all kinds of vermin. So, as you can imagine all prisoners were also infested. There was usually not enough room for everyone to lay down at the same time- so they would take turns sleeping.  As many died from disease as from work or murder. Typhus was a major epidemic. Many were buried, but as 85,000 died at this somewhat small camp- they began to use the infamous crematoria and cremated. The crematoria survives to this day.

Given the hard work and brutal expectations- prisoners were barely keep alive. No heat and little food. They were given about 800 calories a day; a fraction for a normal person to survive. Although the camp was included in the Jewish final solution- and did have Jews- it was never set up to do the mass exterminations like Auschwitz. That said, a fare share of Jews did die at the camp. However, most of its prisoners were non-Jewish Poles.

Ironically, as you enter the front area of the camp you see this big beautiful house. It was for the Nazi Camp Commander. He lived there with his family. They told us his kids played in the yard and the wife cooked and hung laundry- like a normal family- while all this brutality was occurring less than 100 yards behind them.

As mentioned, prominent members of Gdansk society were held; including the pastor, Bronisław Komorowski, from the church we have been attending this year in our neighborhood. He was taken from his church on Sept 2nd, and later executed. A memorial stands at our church- and he even has a memorial at the Stutthof camp along with the other priests and nuns murdered.

As the Russians started to get close to the camp in 1945- the Nazi’s knew they needed to retreat, but they decided the prisoners had to go with them. Although most were frail- they were expected to walk from the Stutthof camp and retreat into Germany with the Nazis. If the labor did not kill them, the walk did.

After the war, a number of the victims that had been buried (including Bronisław Komorowski) were exummed and reburied in a special cemetary that is only 50 yards from our front door. The headstones each have the vicitims name and "Murdered at Stutthof Camp".

I have now been to several concentration and extermination camps. Although the stories really do not change- I am still always surprised and numb when I hear them and see the physical reminders. So the message at the end of the camp is the strongest. How could people build and operate this to inflict on other people?

Some other photos of the camp.

Chickens now control the railroad tracks leading into the camp.

One of the Gas Chambers. The Guard would climb on the roof and drop in the Zyklon B gas pellets.

The Death Gate- the front entrance to the camp. People who walked in usually knew this was the last place they would see. 

A recreation of the living quarters for the prisoners.

Cemetery right near our house (50 yards) where many of the Stutthof victims were reburied after the war.

Translation

Time over here is quickly running out- my year ends in less than a month.

I had another unique experience (of a year full of unique experiences) this weekend.

A few weeks ago I was approached by a faculty and asked to conduct two- four hour lectures to a group of medical workers (doctors, nurses, dentists, and administrators). He gave me the rather vague instructions of “talking about the US health care system”. Now this is one of those subjects that I need zero prep for. I have spent 20 years working in and teaching about the US Health Care system. So, I happily agreed.

However, about a week ago- I learned of a new condition on teaching this class.: 80% of the students DO NOT speak English. Oh, crap! And although I can order my morning coffee and give the taxi driver my destination in Polish- I certainly cannot lecture in that language.

So, I was told we would bring in a translator. Meaning, I would speak a paragraph or two, then the translator would translate it for the class. Then me, then her- back and forth for 4 hours. Of course this worked for student questions as well. They would ask her the question: who would translate it to English for me, I would respond to her- then she back to the class....

Plus I had slides (in English)- so she had to point each column and translate them.

By far one of the most unique teaching situations I had ever been in.

I made it through 15 slides (I had brought 60) in my four hour time period.

I want to say how impressed I was with the translator however. She is a student and native Pole, studying to be a professional English-Polish translator. However, when I spoke to her, I could have sworn she was a native Brit. She had a perfect British accent (or as my British friends tell me, “proper English”). I asked if she grew up in Britain. She said she had visited only a couple of times. So I asked about her accent. She told me that when you learn English, you have to chose to learn using the British version or American version. And they spend lots of training to get that proper accent. As she hopes to live in Britain- she chose the British accented training (and it really worked). She sounds like she stepped right out of Buckingham Palace.

The class had about 40 medical professionals in it- of which only 5 or 6 spoke strong English.

Now what was hard for me with the translator was remembering to stop occasionally.

Given this subject matter and my tendency to talk- I rarely know what is going to come out of my mouth until it does. I am planning my next sentence as I am speaking it. Which is a fancy way to say- “I B.S.”. Secondly (as I have mentioned before) my teaching style is very interactive and I pose questions to the students as I am rambling. So, talk about lost in translation. Actually because the translator was so good- it went much better than I thought. Just a very odd and slow way to do things.

As for the class- as I mentioned, all of the group were either clinical or administrative medical professionals. They work in the Polish system that was designed as a Universal health care system; but now they are adopting some amount of free market principles including private insurance companies. So, I was really curious as to what they would be interested in hearing about the US system.

Although I had not planned to speak much about this- they were fascinated about the malpractice issues. The fact that a patient could sue a doctor for any reason, with any evidence- AND the case was decided by 13 uneducated (about medicine) jurors- who have lots of discretion on what they could award- was unbelievable to them. They asked- even if a doctor follows all the guidelines, he could still get sued? And I said- Well, yes. And if it is a crying mother who lost her child, the doctor could lose everything......

Also, as I have mentioned before- explaining the US health care system to anyone outside of the US is a challenge. You really do not get how nutty our system is- until you have to explain how it works to someone from the outside. I start- Well if you are over 65, then this. If you are poor, then this. If you have a job, and your employer offers insurance, then this. If you are retired military, than this. If you are both poor AND old, then this....

Now, I AM a big believer in several of the competitive aspects of the US system. That said, it is way too confusing, expensive and fragmented. So I hope what these Polish students can get from it, is to just take the better parts of our competitive system and private insurers: but ignore the rest.

My second part of this translation blog is ME being the translator. My University is hosting a conference in a month on Entrepreneurship and Innovation. Professors from all over Europe (mostly central and eastern) were invited to submit papers. However, the conference is to be held in English (almost all worldwide academic conferences are held in English). That said, likely no one who submitted a paper or attends the conference (except me) has English as their first language.

I am on the scientific committee for this conference, and have a simple job. I am to judge “adequate or inadequate” English. I am to do a simple test- I read the first page of each submitted paper. If the English seems adequate- I pass on to another judge for content. If the English seems inadequate- it is rejected before it is evaluated for anything else. Interesting job. Just hope my English is adequate.

Sweden

The Garland’s visited their 9th and final country as a family this weekend-Sweden. Scandinavia is a great place to tour- very different sites, food and cultural as compared to the other places we have been. I actually head back to Denmark one more time (without family) before I head home in June.

Saturday was suppose to be our day in Sweden. However, it was raining, cold, raining, windy and cold. No one wanted to leave the apartment, and we really did not have the proper clothes to venture into the mist. So, we set Sunday to visit the most southern city in Sweden: Malmö. Malmö is the third largest city in the country (Stockholm and Göteborg are bigger).

We left Denmark in the morning and took a train over the Øresund Bridge across the Øresund Straight, the body of water that separates Denmark and Sweden. The bridge just opened 10 years ago. The only way to get between the two countries prior to the bridge being built was via a ferry. The bridge itself is a fantastic piece of architecture. It is about a 30 minute train ride across the straight- the cars/trains go underwater twice during the journey. They even had to build a man-made island in the middle of the straight to hold-up the very, very long bridge.

Once we were in Sweden, we checked our bags and ventured into Malmö. Although it was still chilly and cloudy- it was much better than the day before.

Sweden is a nice country with beautiful people (stereotypical blondes!). I told my family, if you see anyone ugly on the street- you know they are a tourist.

We had to stop and get our souvenirs- the “I’ve been to Sweden” stuff. At that point, Lisa and the girls were cold and wanted to go shopping. I on the other hand had castles and museums to see. We decided to split into groups- the only person who chose the history route with me was Ben. I am glad he did- but I am sure I was just the lessor of two evils.

What’s interesting- is that when you take train over the bridge, and not only entering a different country- but one with a different language and a different currency. So all my DKK (Danish Krones) I had were now useless. I had to get SEK (Swedish Krona) and look at signs in another language.

With the different currency comes a different exchange rate. In Denmark- you have to divide all prices by 6 to get them into US dollars. In Sweden, you divide by 7.7. What about the Euro you might ask? Denmark and Sweden (along with the UK) are the three “old EU countries” that have opted out of the Euro.

However, thanks to all the panic and crisis in Greece- everyone is afraid of all of Europe now. So dollar exchange rates are good everywhere. In fact, this is the cheapest I have seen Europe (any currency) in years and years. Thanks Greece!

When you walk into the Malmö City Center you see the hero of the area: King Charles X Gustav. He was the Swedish King that liberated that part of Sweden from the Danes. From the age of Vikings- the different countries of Scandinavia have fought and conquered each other. Interestingly, after Charles X got Sweden back for the Swedes- he then traveled across the Baltic and beat up on the Poles for about 10 years (but who hasn’t). He made it all the way down to Krakow. Sweden controlled the area we live in during that period.

Ben and I visited the Malmö Castle, originally built by the Danes (either a Frederick or a Christian). Then claimed by Charles X and his decedents. It was a nice place, albeit typical castle. Lot of stuff on the Vikings, the Danes and the Swedes. Malmö goes back to the Viking age.

They had an interesting and unexpected exhibit- on Nelson Mandela. An entire wing of the castle was a traveling exhibit from South Africa on Mandela and Apartheid. They had “whites-only” benches, and a replica of the cell that Mandela lived in for 27 years. So, Ben got a little added history in his outing. Also, as soon as I told him this is the country where the World Cup is being played- he quickly got interested.

After a rather short day, we found the rest of the family and headed back to Gdansk. It is a very short flight, directly across the Baltic Sea. 40 minutes, but 95% of it over water.

We landed about 7pm in yet another language and with another currency. Now my newly obtained SEKs were useless.

So we had breakfast in Denmark, lunch in Sweden and dinner in Poland!

Denmark- One of my Favorite Places in the World

Of Lisa and I- I am the one who enjoys traveling the most. I come over the Europe once or twice a year- and prior to this trip I able to get her to come over once. Now with full disclosure- it takes me about 90 minutes to prepare for 2 weeks in Europe. She has to worry about the kids, the pets, the house, school and all these other nonsensical things. My solution is just give the kids a $100 bill and a handful of pizza coupons- but she has other ideas and priorities.

Anyway, one of my favorite cities in the world is Copenhagen. I just love it here. This is my 4th trip to this city. I have always wanted Lisa to see it. This is where I first fell in love with Europe and became a snotty Europhile. So, I made sure that one of our family adventures while living in Europe was to go to Denmark. I left this for our last trip- to make sure the weather was at its best (more on that later).

So, on Wednesday, we left the Gdansk airport for our final family trip outside of Poland. Again, with the cost of airfare for six people, I look at the discounters. An airline called Wizz, flies from Gdansk to Malmo Sweden for a fraction of the cost of going directly into Copenhagen. Malmo and Copenhagen are right across the water from each other, and you just have to take a 30 minute train ($5 per person). The extra time is more than worth it to save several hundred dollars.

Now one of the things I have always known about Denmark (and all of Scandinavia) is they are some of the most expensive places in the world. So, we prepared for this (or at least I found my American Express card for this).

We arrived in Copenhagen and have a nice apartment in a neighborhood right near the city center. I am very familiar with this neighborhood we are in. It is about a 10 minute walk to the main train station and main shopping area.

Our first full day here was Thursday. We walked around the city center. Now, for the past 9 months- Lisa has to continually remind me that we have children with us and they don’t share the same fascination I do with old Kings, churches, and museums. They are not willing to walk for a 1/2 an hour just to see a statue of a 16th century king (then walk right back). To me, that is living!

So they are in somewhat luck in Copenhagen. I have been here so many times, that I have already seen almost everything of interest. (Last time I was here- I took a 3 hour train, each way, to see the crypts of some old Danish Kings. Woo-Hoo!!!!! I was loving life that day).

So, this time I can walk them around the city and get a flavor of the beauty (basically sneak in the history) while taking them to kids things. So, we spent Thursday and Friday following this strategy. On Thursday, we walked the Stroget (a mile long pedestrian path shopping district). Many of the stores were closed that day due to some holiday. We then went to some very kid friendly places- Ripley’s Believe it or Not, The Hans Christensen Anderson Museum and Guinness Book of World Records. I was particularly pleased with the HC Anderson place- as he is one of Denmark’s most famous citizens. Streets are named after him and you can find big statues. Again, a sneaky way to bring in some Danish history, while they think they are just seeing the Little Mermaid.

On our way home, we just happened to walk past (and through) the Christiansborg Palace- the Old Palace of the Royal Family; and current seat of Parliment. We took a picture of the kids. They were still coming down from their Ripley’s and Guinness Book high- so they had smiles.

That night we ate a great restaurant, Ben and I had a huge plate of mussels and the little kids had nachos. Denmark is also the home of the world’s third largest brewer- Carlsberg. They tend to export only this marginal beer in a green can (it is kinda the Budweiser of Europe). But they have wonderful beers that they just make for there home Danish market. Ben does great with trying exotic food. On this trip, he did mussels and then pickled herring. Loved them both. Also, Ben is only 6 months shy of ordering his own beer in Denmark. Mom did not like that idea. I also introduced the family to a smørrebrød sandwich. They got mixed reviews.

On Friday, we had a special kid plan- that even I approved of. The second oldest amusement park in the world (built before the US Civil War) is right in the middle of city center. I had walked though it once a couple of years ago. It is called the Tivoli Gardens. Now, it is no Disney World in size- but certainly has all the things. Roller Coasters, things that spin around, plus lots of entertainment and gorgeous landscaping (it really is an amusement park sitting among a Parisian style garden). As it was old and had history to it- it met my restrictions for an outing.

But first- I bribed the kids. I said if we went to the Tivoli- we had to walk and see where the Queen lives first. They met together and considered the trade offs, then reported that we had a deal.

So we walked along the Stoget again. This time all the shops were open and literally 1000s of people were shopping. It was hard to keep up with each other. We did a little window shopping and bought some souvenirs.

Then we made it to Amalienborg Palace. Both President Obama and Bush were here (and Christiansborg) recently. Obama was just here for the Copenhagen Climate Conference a few months ago. Unlike Christenborg palace- this is a real working palace- where the current Queen (Margrethe II) and her sons Crowned Prince Fredrick and Prince Joachim (and all three of their spouses and 5 grandchildren) live.

When Margaret II passes- Fredrick becomes King. For centuries, all Kings of Denmark have either been named Frederick or Christian. They typically are named in alternating order. The current Crowned Prince will be Frederick X. He has a 5 year old son, Christian, who when eventually crowned will be Christian XI. Although Denmark is a Constitutional Monarchy (meaning the real power is with the Parliament- the Royal family is still very popular here).

We walked the palace ground (strangely unprotected)- saw the palace guard and saw a changing of guard ceremony.

I took the long way (mistakenly) to the Tivoli to make sure we ran into a couple of other famous sites, including the canals. We finally made it to the Tivoli. Of course the kids had a great time. It really is a great place with lots to see and do. The kids loved the rides. This was Trey’s first experience on some big kid rides.

We stayed about 6 hours. It is open to midnight and ends with a fireworks display. About 8pm, the sun was starting to go down, the temp had dropped into the 40s and wind gusts began. So, we made our way home.

On the way out- Trey told me “He had so much fun at Tivoli, he had already forgotten about the Queen”.

Saturday was suppose be for a trip back to Sweden- but the weather is awful and we are not dressed for it. So, we have hung at the apartment most of the day and watched Danish TV.

Hopefully we can get some Sweden time in tomorrow.

NASA, Europe 3D and the token American

Being the token American at my Polish University has its benefits. Every time something comes up where they want a “foreign or western” perspective- I get the nod. This occurred twice this week.

On Monday, the US Embassy, American Corners, organized a current NASA astronaut: Steve Robinson to come to Politechnika and speak to students. The house was packed with students and media. As I was the American on faculty at Politechnika, I was asked to do the formal introduction of Dr. Robinson to the audience. Of course, anytime I get a stage I am happy to oblige. Frankly, anytime I am asked to speak for all 300 million Americans, it is a good thing! :)

Prior to the meeting, I researched Dr. Robinson and must admit was rather impressed. He has been on 4 space shuttle flights. He flew on the one with John Glenn (one of his boyhood heros) and has spent over 20 hours on spacewalks. His most recent flight was just back in February, where they docked and spent several days on the International Space Station.

NASA and the US Embassy sponsored the astronaut’s visit to Poland to mostly speak to children and college age kids about spaceflight and encourage them to go into the field. He also spent quite a time talking about flight preparation and team work.

To me, his best comment- at least for my business students- is that “NASA plans for failure”. Basically, they spend as much time on what can go wrong and how to fix it, as they do on getting things right. This obsessive contingency planning is a great tool for businesses. Most businesses plan to succeed, and then have no idea what to do when something goes wrong. Great lesson.

Dr. Robinson showed lots of pictures and videos of his experience in space and what it is like to live up there for several days. He has logged almost 1600 hours in orbit and flow 20 million space miles (did you know that the space shuttle moves at 5 miles per second?).

When the event came up, I arranged for my children to join in the audience. I thought they would enjoy it. So, we rearranged their schooling and had them come up for the talk and meet him. All the kids enjoyed hearing the Dr. Robinson speak- but I think Trey was the most fascinated. They got a special audience with him after the presentation.

Also, I heard many compliments from the university students on his presentation.

After the presentation to the audience and the kids went home, I was able to stay with Dr. Robinson for a few more hours. I was able to go with him to a press conference, then we had lunch together. Lunch was fun. I sat right next to him and we had a great conversation. I spent a lot of time getting his opinions of the future of space travel in the US, etc. He is a very nice guy. Someone asked him what was his favorite space-type TV program. He told us that he has never owned a TV (ever). I guess that is what it takes to become an astronaut.

On Tuesday, another group came to Politechnika. This was a group of young European students (18-19ish) who are part of a program called Europe 3D. These students, from all parts of Europe, apply to the program and take 10 day trips to different countries to get a glimpse of culture, politics and economics of that country. This group of 50 students were learning about Poland by spending half of their time in Gdansk and half in Warsaw. Politechnika was only a small part of their days in Gdansk. Our job was to give them some cultural background and they convene a panel of “foreigners” who were living in Poland. The topic was- what does a foreigner think of Poland. We had a gentleman from Africa, a German, a Chinese, and Australian, and of course, the token American (me).

Frankly, I am not sure how well the students enjoyed the panel. The topics were rather high-brow for that age of student. I am sure they would have rather been drinking Polish vodka than listening to a group of middle-age expats.

In addition to the Europe 3D students, other polish citizens were in the audience. The questions they directed to me (as the token American)- mostly centered around what was American’s opinion on Poland. What do American’s think of Poles. I tried to explain (and they were not surprised)- there is really a lack of opinion on Poland. It is really not part of the American conversation. That most people still think Europe ends at the eastern borders of Germany. That Europe is part of Eastern Europe, when you look at a map and they are clearly located in central Europe. They were very interested in the stereotypes (like do we still tell Pollock jokes). But really want they wanted to know is how can we get American students and American tourists to come to Poland. I told them that unfortunately, most Americans would know John Paul II, then probably a thing or two about WWII, and then maybe Solidarity. Much more than that is a stretch. They are very interested in changing (or adding to) that perception and get people interested in their country.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful....

Hello my friends. This has been a absolutely wonderful trip and great experience. I actually got paid for my family and I to work, live and travel in Europe. So, my whining might seem trivial, but I can’t hold this back any longer..... the weather sucks!

I arrived in Poland in mid-September. It was a warm day. I had brought with me my favorite kind of shirt, the short-sleeve golf/polo type shirt. In fact, I brought an entire suitcase full of them. I wore exactly one on my first day here- and none since. Every morning I open my closet door, and they hang there, dusty, just mocking me.

In my 9 months here- I have not donned a pair of shorts yet either. I forgot what my legs look like (I fondly recall them being cute- but who knows anymore).

As you see we are in Mid-May: and people are still wearing scarves and hoods outside. I saw several still wearing knit caps this week.

We did make a big leap in clothing however. About 3 weeks ago, I went from my winter coat to now a hooded jacket.

When Lisa and I accepted this assignment- we of course knew we were going north and things tended to get cool. However, we consulted several weather sources. It told us, as Gdansk was on the Baltic Sea, it did not get the extremes of the rest of Poland. In fact, the average temperature for the winters was a reasonable low 30s. Now for someone trained in statistics- average means about 1/2 the days below and 1/2 above 30. In reality, it did not break 30 degrees once for 3 1/2 months. Thats right, we did not break the freezing mark (not one damn time) for 3 1/2 months. Average my @#$@#.  On any given day, we are 10-15 degrees below the "typical" and have been since we arrived.

Everyone in Gdansk told us how unusual of a winter this was. Yeah, right. The sad truth was, we flew to Scotland in February, just to warm up.

So, we have now entered the “spring that never came”. While it is above freezing, our typical April and May day has been in the 40s. Now, this is when the Baltic Sea effect does come into play. The winds come off the sea- so you still have a wind chill, even when it is 48 or 50.

We so desperately want some nice days to sit outside, without jackets. I never thought in a million years the thing I would miss most about KC was its weather. At least you have variation. For most days, Lisa is still drying clothes inside (it takes 2-3 days to dry one load of clothes hung inside); as it is cool and damp- not clothes drying weather.

The worst is long over, but just moving ever so slowly. A bright spot (literally) is the sun. In the dead of winter, the sun showed up about 8 or 9am. Today, it was full daylight at 4:30am. You could have played a baseball game at 4:30 in the morning. The sun will go down tonight about 9pm.

I assume transportation limitations has made everything feel worse. To get out of the house, you can’t just walk 10 feet to your car, and drive the front entrance of the local Applebees to get rid of cabin fever. We are now at the mercy of outdoor public transportation. I use to think it was such as hassle to get into my car and drive to Brookside to my campus. Now, I walk a 1/2 mile, wait outside for up to 30 minutes for a tram, ride the tram, then walk another 1/2 mile to my office.

Alright, enough complaining. I just have a severe case of cabin fever from this never ending winter, that still seems present in May.

As I said to my friend the other day, if the weather is the worst part of getting a chance to live in Europe for a year- then life can’t be so bad (but I will still complain).