Canberra

I’m going to be completely honest. If someone had asked me what the capital of Australia was, I probably would have said Sydney. Or Melbourne. I only learned it was Canberra while working on my travel itinerary.

Much like D.C., the Capital Hill area is where you can visit Parliament (even sit in on a session!), the National Library (where I did a Behind-the-Scenes tour), and multiple museums, all within a pleasant walk from each other. Every museum also does free tours following certain themes or focusing on specific exhibits, so check their websites before you go for times and days.

The National Gallery of Australia reminded me a lot of the MOMA in New York, just based on the variety of art they had on display covering almost every time period, and the artists who held pieces there. Most of the museums I visited while in Australia had a lot of indigenous inspired exhibits, and this one was no different. I think between the National Gallery and the Art Gallery of New South Wales in Sydney, this one had a larger collection of contemporary, and post-modern art. Warhol, Pollock, Holzer, Kruger, Rauschenberg, Sherman… these names may or may not mean anything to you, but these were all artists I learned about in one of my favorite classes in college. While I’ve seen some of each of their pieces before, I’m never any the less stoked to see their work.

I wish I had taken more photos of the Frank Stella prints they had on exhibit. I had that whole area of the museum to myself for a bit. So colorful, and so fun. I can’t not mention James Turrell as well. He plays with light and space, and most of his pieces are site-specific installations that are really meant to immerse the audience. I’ve experienced his work in New York, Japan, Las Vegas, and now Australia. He had one of his “Skyspace” piece in Canberra. It actually took me a little while to find it… let’s just say I ended up taking the scenic route through the Sculpture Garden. No regretz, though. It ended up being a really peaceful stroll, as there was a really nice view of the lake.

The sky was mostly clear that day, but I saw a bird every now and then fly by through the skyspace. The viewing chamber is surrounded by the sounds of running water, and if you are lucky enough to enjoy one of his skyspaces by yourself… just enjoy it. I found it to be a very meditative experience.

An acquaintance of mine, Lean, lives in Canberra, and she sent along a list of recommended places to dine at that I took full advantage of! Avo toast is a really common breakfast food, and I had a really great start to my day at Barrio.

For dinner one night, Pizza Gusto served a super yummy thin-crust pie, with Frugii for dessert. My last day in Canberra, I actually had Frugii three times. Can’t stop, won’t stop this sweet tooth! I mean, they also had really unique seasonal flavors I just had to take advantage of (blue cheese, and black truffle anyone??!)

En route to Canberra, I was seated next to a delightful lady by the name of Linette. We chatted and clicked really well, and we ended up staying at the same hostel. To Lean’s recommendation, we got dinner and drinks at “THE BEST” place in town, Bar Rochford. Like a speakeasy, it was a bit difficult to find, but once you’re there, it does not disappoint. I’m still thinking about their pumpkin and miso! Yum.

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After a few days in Canberra, I headed back to Sydney for my last weekend where I reconnected with my host, Hang. While I do wish I could have stayed longer and made it over to New Zealand, and after receiving the same reaction from all the locals who learned I was only there for a couple of weeks (“you’re only here for TWO weeks?!?”), I absolutely have to come back. There’s a whole lotta outback just waiting to be explored. C;

China: Taking on Tianjin

Tianjin bound: August 30

Farewell, Beijing! You will be a quick half hour train-ride from my placement in Tianjin. Now, when I found out I was being placed in Tianjin, I was worried. If you don’t watch the news, Tianjin was where a series of chemical explosions took place earlier this month. How far was I being placed from where the incident occurred? Was the air safe? The food? What is the aftermath//cleanup looking like? I had so many questions and I was really hesitant about living there. After speaking with several teachers who live there, I felt reassured about the location of my placement.

If you know me personally, you know how much I hate when people worry about me. So don’t, pretty please! I’m a good three hours from where the incident occurred. And if anything, Tianjin is probably the safest place in China right now. As it was a fairly recent occurrence, everyone is on their a-game about security and safety. I promise, I am no less safe than being anyplace else in the world right now. C:

We were met at the station by three fellow teachers of MaxEn Tianjin: Aileen, Iris, & Maxwell. I really appreciated that they met us at the station. It can be quite stressful moving about in a country where you don’t know the language. All were very sweet and helpful, as is everyone I’ve met from MaxEn so far, which makes me even more excited to start teaching at their centers. They also got us lovely flowers for the apartment, and Maxwell got us pizza for lunch! I was so happy. I miss Western food. So. Much. But it looks like finding some here in Tianjin won’t be difficult.

11933064_10153136851322547_1135179616_n — Pizza Hut in China! Where they put corn on their pies.

Right off the bat, after hopping in a cab from the train station, I can tell that this city is going to be different from Beijing. I could literally feel the difference, and it’s not just because it hasn’t stopped raining since we’ve arrived in Tianjin, the first rainstorm I’ve had to deal with since I got to China. It’s just so much less crowded here. There’s less people on the road and streets in general. The hustle and bustle of Beijing reminded me a lot of New York City, whereas walking around Tianjin, I don’t feel that anxiety. And I definitely feel a lot more comfortable crossing the streets here. Riding in their taxis… not so much. I think it’s safe to say that taxi and bus drivers across China rule the road.

The director of the center I will be teaching at, Belinda, took us out to dinner at this restaurant in a mall called Joy City, not even a mile from the apartment. You know, I don’t think I will ever stop being impressed by Chinese malls. The couple that I visited in Beijing were so nice, clean, and contemporary. Joy City was another nice mall with an incredible variety of restaurants, from Korean to Italian to Mexican and Mongolian. There were so many options, and it was great. I know where I will be getting many of my meals here.

But a highlight for me at this mall was the fact that there was basically an amusement park/camp/playground/arcade for children inside. I’m talking merry-go-round, rollercoaster, sandbox, arts and crafts… you name it, I’m sure this mall could distract you for hours on end, just on this one floor. Dinner was grand, I’m really happy this mall isn’t too far from the apartment (which itself, after some tidying up is starting to come together), and tomorrow we have a day of sightseeing in Tianjin. I’m very much looking forward to exploring and learning more about where I will be living these next few months!

Venice // 07.06.14 – 07.07.14

Ciao Venezia!

You were very lovely and very Italian. Although our first day, we fortunately got by on English. The streets are a labyrinth of endless alleyways and corridors – all of which are beautiful, but very similar. It doesn’t help that every building is at least three stories high, meaning we could not even make out landmarks to see if we were headed in the right direction. It took us an hour and a half to find out hotel, which ended up being behind a church and right on the canal.

One of the first things that stood out to me about Venice was they had a number of shops selling cat-related items. And not like, cat toys, or cat food, but cat-themed merchandise. And also postcards with cats on them. I wasn’t sure what this obsession with cats was, but we didn’t see a single cat in London. As a cat-person, I wasn’t complaining.

Food

when in Italy, you must have pizza. It’s just that no one informed me that in Italy, pizzas aren’t cut into slices. And that you use your fork and knife to cut up the pizza, as you would cut steak or something. I mean, I was hungry too, so.
where we stayed included breakfast, and we were served wonderful honey croissants, tea, and cappucinos. Waking up and taking my tea out on the window ledge as church bells rang next door… ahhh.
having an unsatisfied sweet tooth, and also a limited budget, gelato was had for lunch (more of that “when in Italy…” mindset). It was expensive to eat out in Venice as it was in London, and we knew we weren’t going to find a Sainsbury here.
It was in Italy where we learned that if we wanted good gelato, to satisfy our cravings by purchasing gelato from places with “artigianale” in their names, meaning “artisan,” aka homemade with real ingredients and authentic.
While the areas we wandered through in Venice during our stay didn’t have a Sainsbury’s or traditional grocery store per se, there were lots of places to eat, from upscale restaurants right on the canal, to literal hole-in-the-wall places. It was from one of these small, local joints where we picked up something quick to eat for dinner our last night, as we strolled alnong the Canal Grande. I got a slice of margherita, but the gent called it “Pizza Italia.”

Sights

Unarguably, Venice was beautiful. Everything from the many colors of the buildings, to watching gondolas and boats float down the canal. Even the small plaza our hotel room looked open to. Seeing laundry hung from lines outside and between buildings felt so much more romantic and beautiful than any laundry lines I’ve seen in America.

It took us two hours to find the Basilica di San Marco from our hotel, even though it was really less than two miles from us. But that was because we got lost. There aren’t exactly street signs everywhere, and I am not exaggerating when I say that everything looks the same. Beautiful, but all the buildings and alleyways are very similar. But through getting lost and wandering, we stumbled upon “The Most Beautiful Bookshop in the World.”
- Also known as the “Libreria Acqua Alta,” books spamming every subject filled this bookshop, all of its walls, every crevice and its courtyards. It was in one of the courtyards where books were stacked like steps to climb. And to make this bookshop even better, there were cats. We didn’t see a single cat in London, so the fact that 3/4 of us are cat-fans, made this bit of getting lost a little bit more exciting.
- I didn’t catch the name of the gentleman who owned the store, but we spoke to him for a bit. He was an older gent, very sweet. It was from him that we learned that during the Plague in Venice, the cats became very important to help control the rat situation. Even after the Plague happened many years ago, cats are still thoroughly admired and loved throughout Venezia. He also told us that if we were all flowers, we would make the most beautiful bouquet. When in Italy…
- There was even a little nook that opened up right onto the canal with chairs for you to just sit and watch boats go by, or just to take in that Italian summer air.

- It was free to visit Basilica di San Marco, but be aware that your shoulers and knees have to be covered as a sign of respect. This was a rule we learned that applied to the rest of the churches we visited on our trip. Wraps were sold by the entrance, but some fellow travelers on their way out handed us theirs! We paid it forward and passed our shawls onto others in line who hadn’t known about the bare shoulders rule either.
  - To be honest, I wasn’t crazy about the interior of the Basilica. Granted, a lot of it was under reconstruction, but I just remember it being very dark and very depressing. Piazza San Marco (or St Mark’s Square), where the Basilica is located, I liked a lot, though. There were shops to peruse, live music, restaurants… a lot of hustle and bustle going on (as was to be expected for the main public square of Venice). But it was just such an amazingly beautiful “urban space” if you will, despite all the traffic.
- The Doge’s Palace is very near to the Piazza and just absolutely stunning. We arrived too late to visit the museum, but it is definitely a must for next time. I just remember falling in love with the architecture of this building in an art history class. I could spend forever taking in all the details of the palace, and to be right on the canal… *swoon*

St Mark's Square with the Campanile (bell tower) in the distance. — St Mark’s Square with the Campanile (bell tower) in the distance.

No photos could capture the beauty of Doge's Palace. — No photos could capture the beauty of Doge’s Palace.

If you are a fan of contemporary art as we were, visit the Peggy Guggenheim Collection in Venice (yes, as in that Guggenheim of NYC!!!) Admission is €9 with a student ID.
- I was so surprised, yet so delighted to learn that this modern art collection existed in Venice. We were not disappointed. We saw works from René Magritte, Salvador Dalí, Yoko Ono, and a personal favorite, Jenny Holzer.
  Jenny Holzer, 2001.
When in Venice, one must go on a gondola ride. Turns out that while it is €80 for a gondola ride during the day, the price is €100, and it is a fixed price throughout Venice, regardless of how many people ride in the gondola. So if you’re traveling solo or as a pair, it wouldn’t hurt to befriend a couple of fellow tourists to split a gondola ride!
- Despite the fact that we got rained on and our ride was short-lived, it was incredibly relaxing and worth every penny to be able to tour Venice via boat. I only wish our gondelier had sung to us as well. But he did point out a few buildings, including where Marco Polo had lived.

This gondola ride marked our last adventure in Venice. It rained on our last day in London, so it was only tradition. Venice gave me a bit more of that romantic European experience I was looking for. I think our gondelier expressed our feelings about Venice the most appropriately. We are all thumb’s up. Onward to Florence next via train. I couldn’t wait to see what else Italy had to offer.

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