Monday, July 25, 2011

Of all the places...

Why Germany?...Again...
When I told my friends and family that I would be going, once again, to Germany for North Central College’s annual D-Term Trip, the first question they posed was, “Again!, Why not try some of the other countries like England or Ireland?”.  Honestly, I couldn’t help but ask myself, why not just stay home and take an educational breather, save a couple thousand dollars and fix my motorcycle instead???...it still sounds tempting but opportunities like this are few and far between for countless people my age.
When I went to Germany last year with NCC D-Term Germany 2010, it was my very first time out of the country, (except a couple fishing trips to the Canadian wilderness which, frankly, doesn’t count in my book).  I had no idea what to expect.  Right from the “git-go” things got a bit wild for me as, prior to last December, the longest flight I’d ever been on was less than 4 hours to San Diego.  Jet lag was something entirely foreign to me…similarly, so was being crammed into an airline seat for several hours since I’m 6’4” tall.  As it turned out, the flights were the only parts of the trip in which I was even slightly miserable.
The main reason I chose to travel to Germany on that trip was because my mother has strong German lineage and she, herself, has never been to Germany.  Aside from that, little else but the simple excitement of seeing another nation and becoming immersed in its culture lead me to sign up.  That trip, however, left me yearning for more.  I’ve never seen Germany in the fall, spring, or summer, but I can’t possibly imagine any amount of green grass, tree blossoms, and 60 degree highs bringing such a culture to life as inches upon inches of snow…in the heart of the Christmas Season.  Chicagoans are chased indoors by cold, windy, snowy weather…Germans, on the other hand, bundle up and swarm to the Weihnachtsmarkts, (Christmas Markets).  It is beautiful.
The most difficult thing for me to deal with, however, was the obvious fact that not every German speaks English.  I had taken German in the 10th grade, (for my younger colleagues, that was the year 2000), and for a couple semesters at a community college but even that was a couple years back.  However, being surrounded by people to whom English is not a second language…and to others, not at all a language, is something with which I am somewhat familiar.  I had worked full-time for 4-1/2 years at a warehouse where I was forced to try and learn Spanish on-the-fly in order to communicate with those who came to America without being able to comprehend or dictate any English.  To work with those who had perhaps a 2nd or 3rd grade comprehension level of English, I learned to rearrange/shorten/invalidate my sentences and lower the vocabulary level in order to better accommodate communication.  These were skills which quickly became invaluable to me while I was in Germany.  Drawing upon those skills and patching together my own “variation on a theme” of German, I found that I was actually able to find my way around and communicate reasonably well; I wouldn’t have ever known I could do it without getting my arse on a plane and trying.  For this coming trip to Berlin, I will be better prepared to go, “Once more unto the breach” as I will further advance my German language abilities with German 201 in the fall term which will end only a few days prior to boarding the flight.
One obvious question remains, “Why did I sign up to do, this trip again”.  The truth is, I feel as though I’ve only scratched the surface of what Berlin, and Germany have to offer.  Last year’s trip focused on Berlin; we spent every night there, although there were a few day-long trips to other cities/kingdoms.  The fact remains that the core focus of last year’s trip was Germany’s ability to come to terms with its unbearably troubling recent past from the flawed era of the Weimar Republic, to treacherous Third Reich, to the Berlin Wall, and how these people somehow ended up becoming a unified economic powerhouse.  This 2011 trip, on the other hand, will be quite different; we will spend many nights in a couple other cities and kingdoms whereby I’ll see and learn still more of this fascinating culture.  Even if Dr. Wolf made this trip exactly identical to last year’s and I wouldn’t be able to earn 3 more credits, I’d still sign up as there are plenty of things I wanted to see in Berlin but didn’t take the time to do, namely, the Berliner Philharmoniker.
Prior to leaving for last year’s trip, Dr. Wolf reiterated countless times that we would come to understand and learn more about Berlin in 18 days than we’ve learned about Chicago in our entire lives growing up in Chicagoland.  Though I was initially skeptical of his claim, I learned that Dr. Wolf was right.  In my whole life, I had never once spent 24 consecutive hours in Chicago, I’d never slept in a hotel in Chicago, I can still only name about 8 significant buildings in the whole city.  After last year’s D-term trip, I spent about 500 consecutive hours in Berlin, 21 nights in a Berlin Hotel, and I can identify a whole lot more than 8 buildings.
I’ve ridden my Harley Davidson 60,000 miles through 36 of our Lower 48 United States…in 4 years.  I love to travel and see new places and going to Germany takes me to a whole new level.  Something else I love is history and Germany, being nearly 4 times older than the earliest settlements of the Americas offers far more Geschichte than the U.S.A. ever will.  When most people speak of Germany, they don’t realize that they are talking about a people who have their roots in antiquity.  With the victory of unified Germanic tribes against the Romans at the battle of the Teutoburg Forest in 9 A.D, the German people made their fist mark in history books…to the dismay of the Romans.  The Americas weren’t scribbled into history books until nearly 1,500 years later.  The wealth of history that lies in Germany is beyond the grasp of likely anyone.  We Americans think that 1776 was a long time ago yet I, in Germany, set foot in a church which was built almost 550 years before Thomas Jefferson penned the Declaration of Independence.
That the Nikolai Kirche, built in 1230 A.D., was destroyed in World War II is in itself a tragedy, yet, simultaneously, an illustration of the strength of Germany.  Of German strength and unity, I am very proud.  In the past century, they have had a rather tumultuous history but, better than any other nation, they have confessed to their atrocities, suffered for them, and now look to the future, which for Europe’s economic powerhouse, looks brighter than ever.  With that I’ll crib a line from Shakespeare in saying, “Once more unto the breach dear friends, once more”.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Salt

Hello Everyone,

I've been out of touch for some time as I've been doing some travelling throughout the U.S.  As I am a chemistry major, I took it upon myself to develop my own research project involving...well...salt.  I took about 12 days, (I left the day after the end of the school year), to travel via my 2001 Harley Davidson FLSTF Fat Boy from home, here in Chicagoland, down through MO, KS, CO, and finally to Salt Lake City, UT.  From SLC, UT, I stayed with my second cousin and her husband for 3 nights while I collected about 50 x 50mL samples of the thin salt crust that covers the ancient lake bed of Bonneville, commonly known as the Bonneville Salt Flats.  The next step for these samples will be to thouroughly analyze their composition using a variety of analytical methods and instrumentation about which I will be learning more in the following academic year.

         Along this trip, I had to endure several hundred miles of rather boring scenery throughout the midwest and great plains states.  Once I made my way into central Colorado, the scenery finally began to come alive with "Purple Mountain's Majesty".  I spent a night in Boulder, CO and, to be perfectly honest, I fell in love with the city.  Boulder is home to the University of Colorado, Boulder, and I must say that this town, like Naperville but bigger, (great shopping, dining, bars, without high-rise buildings to cut off the natural scenery of the very near mountains), is my favorite city I've seen.  This may not sound like a significant statement but when you consider the fact that North Dakota is the only state west of the Mississippi River that I've not seen, (I've been to all but 15 states or 13 if you only count lower 48), you can imagine that I've seen a fair number of cities.  Granted, I've not visited every city of all 35 states I've rode the harley through, but nevertheless, I've seen a lot and Boulder is hard to beat.  In Boulder, I saw, for the first time, a professional circus entertainer performing out on the street, juggling torches, balls, and small swords, walking a tight-rope setup he built, and other impressive feats the likes of which I've never seen.  Aside from this entertainer, there were others who brought this lovely Pearl Street Center of Boulder to life with their music with instruments ranging from flutes to violins, and guitars to drums.  The city was teeming with life, the food offered at a contemporary, organic resturant, Salt The Bistro, http://www.saltboulderbistro.com/ was lightyears beyond the fare you'd find at any chain resturant.  The food prepared at Salt is created entirely form local farmers and ranchers; the quintessence of freshness.  So I topped off the evening with a large white sangria with enough wine and rum to do the trick.  At the end of the evening, having seen everything from a street busking violinist and circus entertainer to a priceless mountian sunset, I notified my advisor that the University of Colorado, Boulder will definitely make my list of prospective graduate schools for my Ph.D.

             Having left one memorable night behind, I made my way into the real "meat and potatoes" of this trip, Salt Lake City, UT.  I was fortunate enough to enjoy the hospitality of my second cousin and her husband, their wonderful cooking, and beautiful home surrounded by snow-covered mountains in Heber City, UT, (20mi from the former home of the winter olympics, Park City, UT, (another one of my favorite cities though quite expensive).  What I didn't plan on was the fact that I would have to drive 160 miles from Heber City to the Bonneville Salt Flats for my sampling work.  My first day on the salt, I was only able to collect a few samples before a series of severe but small thunderstorms chased me back home.  There's little you can do in the face of a thunderstorm when you're out in the middle of a vast salt flat with no conceivable form of shelter for 5 miles...and I happened to be the tallest thing out there, (no trees), so the threat of lightning was surely on my mind.  So I packed my gear and set out for another day.  The next try was perfectly successful...except for the fact that a portion of my sample lot was turned into a 3-4 inch deep lake by the previous day's weather.  At the end of that day, I spent several hours on the flats, got sunburned in a couple areas I failed to adaquately cover with sunblock, allowed my feet to soak in the saturated salt water because my boots leaked, and livened up a sandwich my family made for me with a dash of salt I grabed from the ground, (THAT IS SOME POTENT SALT FOLKS!!!)...oh yea, and I collected all my samples.  The following day, I boxed and mailed my samples back home then made my way up to Jackson, WY.  While Boulder is my favorite city, Wyoming is, without a doubt, my favorite state, no state I've been through has such a combination of natural beauty and genuinely, unmistakeably, "Western" people.  Because the state of Wyoming has about 25% of the population of the city of Chicago, the people have an understanding of respect, dignity, and brotherhood the likes of which I've never experienced anywhere else.  My adventures through Grand Teton, Yellowstone, and Big Horn National Forests amazed me almost as much as they froze me.  Evidently, early summer is a bad time of year to ride a motorcycle through these mountains as temperatures aren't able to get very high when the landscape still has a few feet, (yes feet), of snow, and all the lakes are still about 80% covered in ice.  I never thought I'd be happy to get out of the mountains, driving around them is beautiful and warm, driving through them is more beautiful but bitterly cold and windy, especially at almost 2 miles above sea level, (Chicago is about 650ft).  It's a tough trade off between comfort and scenic beauty.

          From there, sadly, I had to make my way back home to a state almost entirely devoid of any form of natural beauty...(unless you absolutely love corn fields).  Finally, I made it safely home and was relieved when two days later, my salt samples arrived perfectly intact.  I recently brought my samples to the Krohler Science Building and handed them off to faculty and I can't wait to analyze them.

           Thanks for reading!

JD