Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Barcelona, Spain

Barcelona was one of my favorite places of the whole trip. We saw a fountain show, ate gourmet tapas and, best of all saw a soccer game. We heard about the game the day before it was going to happen. We decided that we probably wouldn’t have the chance to see a Barcelona soccer game again, so we bought tickets and went the next afternoon.
The game was amazing, even though it wasn’t much of a match. FCBarcelona was playing Osasuna. FCBarcelona at the time was 2nd in their league. Osasuna was last in the league. It ended 7-1 with Barcelona winning and Osasuna getting their only goal from a penalty kick. We saw Messi score twice which was pretty cool. The energy
at the game was incredible. People were chanting almost constantly, and there was a lot of screaming and yelling. The little kid next to us was so exited he couldn’t sit still. When it was over we walked home because the subway had a line a mile long.
The next night we went to a fountain show. The one we saw was a fountain four times the size of a trampoline shooting jets of water 40 feet into the sky while it was lit up by colored spotlights with samples from songs playing in the background. It lasted about 25 minutes which was good, because we were sitting on stone steps, and my butt was getting sore.
On our last night we went to a restaurant called Gourmet Tapas by Sensi. Tapas are little appetizers that give you a lot of different flavors, so you have to get two or three to fill you up. I got a mini oxtail burger and a roast duck breast with mango chutney and truffeled mayo. It was incredible, and easily the best food we had in Europe. Since that didn’t fill me up we decided to walk a little ways down the street to get a gourmet hot dog. I got a hot dog topped with minced meat, guacamole, and mayo. After that we went back to the apartment and went to bed.
The next morning we got up and went to the airport. It was a crazy long flight back, and once we got back our car wouldn’t start. Luckily there was still someone around at 11 at night. We drove back to my grandparent’s house, and I fell asleep in about 30 seconds.
Once we woke up we drove home and started to get reoriented. The hardest part of being home was to accept that the trip was over. I know that Europe, and the rest of our trip is going to be an experience that will stay with me the rest of my life.

Athens, Greece

Greece seemed to last a lot longer than Italy probably because in Italy we traveled whereas in Greece we stayed in the same apartment for the entire eight days. One of my favorite parts of Greece was 2:00-5:00 pm. In Athens that was the city wide nap time, so when we got there everything was closed and silent. Also the streets were lined with mandarin trees which smelled amazing. Italy had trash all over the street and smelled awful a lot of the time. In Greece it smelled almost like someone had sprayed the city with perfume.
I only had two things I wanted to do in Greece: see the Parthenon and take a Segway tour. The Parthenon was first. We took a mythology tour of the Acropolis and saw a lot of things. The most memorable parts were when we saw the Theatre of Dionysus, the Parthenon, and the Hill of Ares.
The Theatre of Dionysus is a big amphitheatre where they would perform and sing to praise the god Dionysus who was the patron of theatre and drama.
The Parthenon is an enormous temple dedicated to
Athena, Athens’ patron goddess.
The Hill of Ares is a hill right next to the Acropolis where Ares, god of war, was tried for the murder of one of Poseidon’s sons. There are varying legends about who Ares killed. Some say that it was a triton that Poseidon had sired. Other versions say that Ares killed a mortal son of Poseidon named Halaropheus after said person accosted one of Ares’ daughters, but since that was a myth made up thousands of years ago I don’t think it really matters who was killed.
A couple days later we went on a Segway tour of the national garden. The national garden is an enormous garden that was commissioned a long time ago by the ruler of Greece because his wife loved exotic plants and animals. They had palm trees, lions, and all sorts of other species imported from all over the world. Unfortunately, since the species weren’t adapted to Mediterranean conditions they quickly died off. There are still lots of palm trees. We saw one variety from Washington DC and one from China. There was also a big turtle pond with about 20 tiny turtles in it. We left the national gardens after a while to explore some of the surrounding places. We saw the parliament building and the Olympic stadium.

We also got some food in Greece that was heavenly. The first place we went was called the Kalamakai Bar. They had a lot of meat, so I liked it. The first time we went there I got pork chops. The second time I got sausages stuffed with cream cheese. My favorite food we got was called a gyro. A gyro is lamb meat, lettuce, tomato, fries, and tzatziki sauce wrapped in pita bread. For more information about gyros go to
this link http://www.nbc.com/the-tonight-show/video/luke-bryan-ft-jimmy-fallon-i-dont-know-how-to-pronounce-gyro-official-music-video/3484701. Our last restaurant was my favorite, not for the food, but the service. Since we were the only ones there it seemed that Greeks didn’t eat until later in the day. Since we were the only ones the server could help us out. We had no idea what the stuff on the menu was, so we told him what flavors we liked and didn’t like. From there he surprised us. There were also wines from Crete where he was born that had been distilled a couple of times. For those of you who don’t know the science behind alcohol distillation I will explain. Alcohol turns to steam faster than water so if you steam the alcohol away from the water you have a very alcoholic steam. Then when you turn the steam to liquid you have the same drink with a lower water percentage, therefore a higher alcohol percentage. Alcohol is made by fermenting a grain with yeast, but at around 15 percent alcohol the yeast starts to die. Therefore to have a higher alcohol percentage you need to distill. We tried two types, and since we were in Europe I was allowed to try some. The first was awful. It hurt to drink, so when I was offered a shot I declined. On the second wine he just brought me a shot. Luckily this one was sweeter and not as burny throaty.
Our last destination in Greece was the Temple of Poseidon. It is a temple dedicated to the god of the sea.
 It wasn’t quite as impressive as the Parthenon but still cool. It is built on the coast so the sea was glittering all around it which provided an amazing backdrop.

We had planned for Greece to be our last stop, but it was a lot cheaper to fly from Barcelona, Spain to Boston, so our next stop was Barcelona. 

Rome, Italy

When we got to Rome we had to get another driver, but since our Rome apartment was a lot further away than the one in Chamonix we couldn’t take a shuttle. This time we had a guy in a black car that drove like a crazy man. Of course that was my opinion. I am used to my dad’s driving. He is a very cautious driver. He hates to go above the speed limit or come close. The guy driving us was pushing 130 kilometer per hour which is about 80 miles per hour. On the bright side we got to our apartment in about 30 minutes. That night we got pizza just because we were in Italy, and Italian pizza is supposed to be good. Let me tell you, Positive Pie does a better job.
The next day we did our sightseeing. We got up early and took the metro to the Coliseum. There we met up with our tour group for the Coliseum and the Roman Forum. Since we were in a tour we got to skip the line which was lucky because that line was really long. After we got through Coliseum security we saw the thing its self. If you were a regular tourist you were on one side of the arena, but all the tour groups were on a special reconstructed part so that we could see what it used to look like. All the while our guide was telling us about the history of the place. Some of the more recent history was about the cleaning of the arena. The marble used to build the Coliseum picks up dirt and grime very well, so it must be cleaned otherwise it would be brownish black. Once we were in the Coliseum but not in the arena we saw evidence of this. The ceiling was pitch black. They hadn’t cleaned it, so all the dirt was still there.
She also told us about how the name Coliseum came to be. Right before the Coliseum was built Nero had ruled. Nero is arguably the worst emperor of Rome. In addition to many other crimes he was one of the worst dictators in history and committed matricide. He also commissioned a 98 foot tall bronze statue of himself and demanded to be treated like a god. This statue was called the Colossus of Nero, and after his death it was repurposed to worship the sun god. It stood outside the Coliseum for years, and soon the Coliseum, meaning colossal theatre, got its’ name.
Finally she told us about the name arena. Arena floors were always covered in sand. Sand in Latin is harenae pronounced “arenare” then it was shortened to arena.
After seeing the arena floor we went underneath to see where the trap doors and lifts were. All the stuff underneath was better preserved than the above ground because the underground hadn’t been subjected to the elements.
Next we saw the third tier of the Coliseum. Up there we could see the entire arena, so we got the best pictures.
That was it for the Coliseum. Next we went to the Roman Forum where markets and social gatherings happened.  There wasn’t a lot to see there except a bunch of crumbling columns, but it was where our guide told us more about the history of the city.
That was the end of our tour, but we still went on to see some of the other things on our list. The next stop was the Pantheon. I was mostly interested in the architecture of the place. I had heard that the ceiling of the Pantheon was really cool, and it was true. It had been carved with a square within square pattern which gave it an almost hypnotic effect.
Next we went to the Trevi Fountain. The Trevi Fountain is a big fountain with statues of gods everywhere. Needless to say it was one of our shorter stops.
Our last stop was The Spanish Steps. We didn’t stay long because we were exhausted, but they were basically a big set of stairs. By that point we didn’t know
or care what they were about. We walked home, and I took a nap.
A couple days later we went to Naples, Italy. From Naples we took a short train ride to Pompeii. Anyone who had Mr. Q might remember Pompeii, but if you don’t I’m going to go over it again. In the year 76 AD the city of Pompeii suffered a crushing defeat. The nearby volcano, Mount Vesuvius erupted and coated the city in ash which then solidified into rock. Some of the inhabitants were also coated in ash and died. Eventually the bodies
decomposed and left stone shells of Pompeians. When archeologists found these shells they poured plaster into them, and violá they had statues of the people as they were dying. Since the city was covered in ash for thousands of years it avoided being pillaged, so it is in pretty good condition. My dad had found this app that had a bunch of self guided tours on it, so we did the one on Pompeii and learned about the place as we went. Once we were done we went back to Naples and went to bed.
Our next stop was very different than the others. We went to an island called Ischia and relaxed in a thermal spring resort. Since Ischia is a volcanic island there are naturally heated springs that the resort pumped around into caves and other pools. All day we relaxed in steamy caves. Only one of them wasn’t that relaxing. This one was a square of water with one side heated to 65
degrees Fahrenheit and the other heated to 100. The idea was to walk around it five times. The difference in temperature was supposed to trigger your lymphatic system and make you feel good. It didn’t work.

That was it for Italy. I was sad to leave, but Greece was next. I love Greek and Roman mythology, but Rome adopted many of Greece’s gods when they took over, so their religion was second hand. That’s why I was excited to go to Greece, and see the home of the gods.

Chamonix, France

In truth it felt nice to be home for a little while, but after a week I was ready to go. I liked being home to have some normalcy and see my cat, but after traveling for so long it felt wrong to be in one place for a prolonged time. That is why when we packed up to go to France I was ready.
We were flying out of Logan airport, and since it was a ways away we decided to stay at my grandparent’s house for the night. In the morning we drove to the bus station and rode the bus for about an hour and a half to the airport.
My memory of the airport was a blur. We went through security and got on the plane then spent the next six hours flying to Geneva, Switzerland. When we got through customs in Geneva I was exhausted. Since Geneva is 6 hours later than us I had stayed up straight through the night for 26 hours.
We took a super shuttle to our apartment in Chamonix, France and were shown around. After that I took a nap.
It took a few days to get reoriented from the jet lag. On the first day I woke up at noon and couldn’t get to sleep until one in the morning. Luckily it got progressively better.
The first day we were in France we roamed around the city to get a feel of things. While we were exploring we got our tickets for skiing and found a lot of bakeries. The one right across the street from us was my favorite for several reasons. First I didn’t have to walk far since we could see it from our window. Also there were amazing lemon tarts that I got on a regular basis. Finally the woman who worked there spoke fluent English, so I could ask, “What is that?” and get an answer. As it turned out that wasn’t a good thing because I gained about five pounds, but still, I liked it. Another bakery we went to was called CafĂ© 49. We went there on our first day and got a little crunchy rum cake with macaroons on top.
That’s when I discovered that I love macaroons.
Once we recovered from jet lag we went skiing. Unfortunately it was late in the season, so the snow wasn’t great in the morning. Our first run was icy and slippery. Later in the day it softened up and was better.
By far my favorite part of Chamonix was parasailing. One day we decided that, since I had always wanted to go parasailing, we would go. We were in the perfect place, so we went to the closest company, and in ten minutes we were booked for the next day.
When I woke up I was buzzing with excitement about flying. For so long I have wanted to do a multitude of things including parasailing, hang gliding, bat suiting, and sky diving. Now I can say I have done at least one of them. We walked to the base of the gondola and met our guides, a husband and wife. Apparently the wife had won several parasailing competitions. We rode the gondola up and strapped into our parasails. I thought we would have to jump off a cliff, but instead we ran down a hill until the wind caught the sail and lifted us up. Since we were inexperienced our guides were strapped to our backs, so it was a little awkward to run, but we managed. Once we were in the air it turned out that our backpacks could turn into seats which made the ride a lot more comfortable. It was amazing to be so high up. I could see the entire Chamonix valley and the mountains
surrounding it. The thermals of the place would sometimes shoot us another 20 feet in the air. Whenever we found these jets we circled them so we got higher and higher. The ride lasted for about 25 minutes, and near the end I got to steer. When we touched down we had to run to break the speed and not fall.

That was the highlight of France followed closely by the food. Next we flew to Rome to see what Italy had to offer.