Tuesday, October 9, 2018

London's Inevitable Draw

The funny thing is that I didn't used to think I was a London fan.

Nothing against the city (I'd been here a couple times, years ago, before moving to the UK). It's just that there are so many other places I want to go! Why go back to London, where I'd been before, when I could go somewhere new instead?

But then I went to London last year (that was my one weekend away that I was able to sneak in, before grad school got intense and stayed that way), and I had so much fun. I think it helped that I came with a goal (see as much theater as possible) rather than being simply a tourist in general, not sure where to start in such a big city.

Whatever the reason, I fell for London. (And this from a not-a-city-person!) I feel about London the way I feel about New York City: would never want to live here (spending any amount of time whatsoever on the Tube makes me hate EVERYTHING), but what a fun place it is to visit.

Now, as my extended research/wrapping-everything-up-in-Scotland trip is wrapping up, I'll be flying out of London tomorrow. Leaving via London was the only affordable option, but I'm glad of it – I get one more night train down from Scotland (night train!), and one last London jaunt before I officially no longer live in the UK.

I get to spend two days in London, and I feel fortunate. Here, have some glimpses:


My hostel looks out on St Pancras, seen here in gorgeous early morning light.


My fannishness always seems to come out in London, too; I'm staying near the location that serves as the exterior for 221B Baker Street on BBC Sherlock, so I popped over there yesterday and had breakfast at the café downstairs, right in front of the famous door. It's goofy, but it made me very happy.


These have been two utterly gorgeous days; yesterday I wandered around in Regent's Park (and saw a heron??), strolled into Camden Town and then a ways along Regent's Canal – which might now be my new favorite part of London. Houseboats and ducks and swans and a hippie vibe and this amazing hidden water-and-green-space winding right through the heart of the city.


Last night I saw Underground Railroad Game, a play about racism and the legacy of slavery in the US. It's a play that's powerful and uncomfortable, and apparently has been making a splash in both the US and UK. Today I saw Othello at the Globe Theatre (as in, the one that's a reconstruction of Shakespeare's theater), with André Holland (of Moonlight) among other excellent actors.

I was a groundling (standing room on the ground on front of the stage) just like in Shakespeare's day, which means much of the action happened about four feet from my face! Standing through a full-length Shakespeare play isn't fun, but it was worth it for the price (£5! for excellent professional Shakespeare!) and even more for the close-up view of the stage.


Among other things so far, I also dropped in at the Tate Modern, continued the culinary tour of places various friends have recommended, and had a long ramble along the Thames at sunset.

I knew the Thames was tidal, but I didn't realize just how great the high-low tide difference was, or that there are places where gates open in the railing of the walkway above and steps lead down to the sand beach that's revealed when the tide is low. It was really cool to see people playing on the beach right there on the Thames in the middle of the city.

 
London can be a lovely place, which I think is the other thing I didn't expect in a city this big, bustling and sometime chaotic. (Seriously, the Tube at peak commuting times...sometimes it's too crowded to even enter the station, let alone get to a train.)

But London at dusk, from the south bank of the Thames? Even those big ugly skyscrapers look pretty in that light.


Sunday, September 23, 2018

God dag, Stockholm

So, this is going to be an interesting week, as my brain attempts to interpret every bit of language it hears or sees as Icelandic. It's not Icelandic, it's Swedish. I'm in Sweden. Looks and sometimes sounds like Icelandic, but, Sweden.

I can't even say hello (god dag), because my attempt comes out something like a cross between Icelandic and Dutch. Which, no, it's definitely not that.

But, yes, hello Sweden!

It's sort of odd, because I didn't come to Stockholm for Stockholm. (I picked the public library that seemed best for the research I'm doing; to be honest I was kind of hoping for Oslo, because Norway is the Scandinavian country I know the least. But you go where the evidence leads you.) So I hadn't thought at all about what Stockholm is like, or what one does in Stockholm. I'd completely forgotten that it's a lovely place! Here's the sky this evening, from my hostel window:



I love Stockholm already. Cars stop for pedestrians. The evening light is lovely, reflecting off the buildings. The city is full of parks. Everything seems to be named after Astrid Lindgren. And the LIBRARY, OH, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE LIBRARY.

Today, before starting my research proper tomorrow, I went to check out Stadsbiblioteket, the city library. (This isn't even the library I'm here to study; it's another amazing library.) As you walk up the stairs, it's like emerging into some great temple. But a temple of books:




Pictures don't do it justice at all. Imagine my face the whole time I was in that room; it was something like this:


And that's just the main room; there are also side rooms for nonfiction, and spaces for quiet study, and a wonderful children's section with children's books in so many languages (always my kryptonite). Children's books in Farsi! Children's books in Sami! So many children's books in Finnish. A whole shelf of Icelandic.

Here's the "baby carriage parking area" – can't say they don't know their audience:


So that was the library; other than that I've mostly just been getting my bearings (and some groceries) before diving into my research all this coming week.

Good lord, I must be in Scandinavia. So many yogurt products and variations on yogurt products:

 

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Back in Aberdeen (but not for long...)

Hello again, my lovely River Dee:


Yeah, it's been a whirlwind. After moving back to the US from the UK in July, I'm now already back in Europe. (Though just visiting.)

The point of this trip was 1) a friend's wedding, and 2) some research I needed to do for my master's thesis. But as always, I added things...

In the past just-under-a-month, I've been in:

Iceland, to once again be part of the Melodica Reykjavík Festival, and to see some of my dear people there. This is only the third time I've been part of Melodica, but it feels like something that's always been, and is essential. I really didn't think I would be able to make it to Melodica Reykjavík this year, but I needed it so much that I made it happen.

Germany, for a friend's wedding and to see more of my dear people there. It had been two years since I was last in Berlin (and nearly four years since I moved away) but once again it felt like I could simply step back into my life that was there ready and waiting for me. Two years is too long to be away from the place that's still where so many of my friends are. I hope I can get back sooner next time.

Scotland, to knuckle down in the uni library and get a lot of work done on my master's thesis, so I would be ready for the research I need to conduct next week. Also to wrap up loose ends I didn't have time to deal with when I left so precipitously. (Hello, boxes that still need to be shipped to the US...)

Now I've just arrived in SWEDEN, where this coming week I'll be doing a case study of a couple of really excellent public libraries. I got a grant to fund this research and everything – feels pretty unreal. And amazing!

God kväll, Stockholm!

Saturday, August 18, 2018

A Highlands Jaunt

I'm now back in the US sooner than expected and will be finishing my research & dissertation from here. BUT, just before I left Scotland, my friend Lisa came over from Germany to visit me, and among other things we took what was (for me) a long-awaited trip into the highlands: to Cairngorms National Park.

The Cairngorms are a big swath of mountains and forests basically right next to Aberdeen, and all year this was at the top of my list of places I wanted to visit, but the nature of being in grad school meant I didn't find the time to go there until my final week in Aberdeen. So it goes! It was beautiful and totally worth it.

We did a circle, taking the train north to Inverness (another nearby place I finally got to for the first time) then down around the other side of the Cairngorms to Aviemore, and into the national park to stay in Glenmore. For the route back we went the other way, south to Perth and Dundee, then back up along the beautiful eastern coast – including a stop in Stonehaven for the Highland Games!

PHOTOS OF OUR TRIP INTO THE HIGHLANDS ARE HERE.


(Nope, sorry, still haven't learned how to embed that link so that it shows a cover image instead of just text...even though you'd think Google Photos and Google Blogger would play nicely together, no?)

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Moggie

There's been an unexpected visitor round our place, these last couple of days.




Thursday, June 21, 2018

Solstice

Happy solstice! This was the sky just after midnight last night in Aberdeen:


You can see that it's dark but not completely dark – there's some definite blue going on behind the banks of clouds. (And would be a lot more blue, if there weren't so many clouds...)

Orkney and Shetland have what they call "simmer dim" – those twilight summer nights that never get completely dark; the sun goes down, but the sky never moves beyond an extended twilight. But I wasn't expecting quite so much light in the sky at midnight down here in Aberdeen!

Today, on the solstice, sunrise was 4:12 am and sunset will be 10:08 pm. Contrasts rather wonderfully with the 3:26 pm sunset of the winter solstice! (Here's my post from then, half a year ago.)

Friday, May 11, 2018

Photos from Iceland (in January)

Months belated, because I am both way too busy and also a really absurd perfectionist, but now finally, in May, I've finished putting together albums from my most recent time in Iceland . . . in January.


There's a:

REYKJAVÍK ALBUM (including my wondrous rapture at the sea, the snow, the stunning light; beautiful times with good friends; and did I mention the gorgeous, gorgeous light)

and an

ÍSAFJÖRÐUR ALBUM (including romps through the beautiful, snow-covered fjord; celebrating the return of the sun after the deepest part of winter, wonderful friends (and a wonderful cat), and my study of what daylight looks like in a northern fjord in January)


As always, it's the irritating Google Photos set-up that doesn't always show the captions...and the captions are much of the fun and work that goes into it! So click the little "i" symbol if you want to read my hopefully humorous thoughts about the pictures.


Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Home again (for a given value of home)

I'm back in Aberdeen, where I arrived yesterday to bafflingly warm weather and a profusion of springtime flowers the likes of which we hadn't yet even dreamt of up north in Orkney.

It turns out my apartment building is surrounded by cherry trees! And apple trees! And daffodils! Aberdeen, usually so gray, has burst into sudden life.


Also, I made a map to show where I went during my month (plus a week) in Orkney. It's crudely drawn, but it gives as sense of it.

First, here's a zoomed out version that shows where Orkney is in relation to the rest of Scotland, and includes my trip up from Aberdeen by train and short ferry, and back down by overnight long ferry:


 And here's the map zoomed in to just Orkney. I managed to get to 10 different islands (there are 70 total, 20 inhabited), which I think is not bad at all, considering I was also working full time while I was there! Here's a visual representation of my time on Mainland (lots of parts of it), Hoy, Rousay, Lamb Holm, Glims Holm, Burray, South Ronaldsay, Westray, Papa Westray (Papay) and North Ronaldsay:


Monday, May 7, 2018

Greetings from North Ron

Greetings from North Ronaldsay, the northernmost of the already quite northern Orkney islands. (Why yes, I do have a pattern.)

I finished my INDESCRIBABLY FANTASTIC fieldwork placement at Orkney Library a week ago – though they must be thoroughly sick of me by now, because I hung around in the library most of the next days, too, working working working on my coursework. (The assignment deadlines come furiously one after another both during and directly after the period where we're also required to be focusing full time on the fieldwork placement...the system is not terribly well thought out.)

I've been so grateful to be able to stay on in Orkney a little longer (I don't have hard and fast appointments back in Aberdeen until this coming week), which means I've been able to see a little more of the islands, even though most of my time I'm frantically working on assignments. Hence these couple of days on North Ronaldsay, where I've been partly exploring the beautiful coast, and partly working on assignments from a window overlooking the sea. Despite the looming deadline stress, it's a very good life. 

Incidentally, the only way to get to this particular island (aside from the ferry that goes only once a week!) is by tiny 8-seater plane. It was definitely the smallest plane of my life, and it was SO COOL. Here's a view over the pilot's shoulder, coming in to land on North Ronaldsay:


Now sharing the hostel with me are an adorably enthusiastic group of bird-watchers (North Ron is a major stopover for migrating birds, and the hostel here is an offshoot of the bird observatory). I'm getting up early tomorrow to go with them to see the "mist nets," where scientists catch, tag and release birds so populations can be monitored, before I have to head back out to Kirkwall then on the overnight ferry back to Aberdeen. 

Oh, and? North Ron, in addition to being beautiful (and covered in birds), is home to the famous seaweed-eating sheep. Yes, you read that right. Fences keep them out of the farmland of the island's interior and on the communal coast, where they live primarily on seaweed. They (the sheep) seem pretty chill about it:



Thursday, April 12, 2018

Booky McBookface!

Today was (yet another) pinnacle of my time at Orkney Library & Archive... I got to go out and join the mobile library on its rounds for a whole morning. I've been fascinated by mobile libraries ever since I moved here to Scotland and started hearing so much about them, and it was just fantastic to get to go along and see it all in action – checking books in and out, chatting with the folks who came in to switch out one massive, heavy bag of library books for another. It's a really amazing service that makes sure people all over the islands get access to the library, not just those in the main towns. 

And a very fangirl moment for me, because I adore this snazzy blue bookmobile. 


(Got to hear some *very* Orcadian Scots spoken, too!)

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Tea.

The true spirit of Britishness is...a bag of 1,100 teabags.


(With a normal-sized mug next to it for scale.)

Monday, April 9, 2018

Orkney! (It Makes an Impression)

My first week at the library was unbelievably fun. Everybody's been so generous about taking time to sit down with me and chat about what they do and answer all my questions. (Well, I guess the boss scheduled them in for that, so it was literally their job to talk to me...but still, they've all been so friendly and fun and welcoming.)


I've learned about both the library's physical sites, the mobile library, the Home Library Service (for homebound people), the Family Boxes (sent out to people on the really far islands that the mobile library can't get to), all the fantastic book groups/author visits/writing groups/other events they do here, and I learned how to use the stocktaking software, so that I can actually do something helpful instead of just following around being excited about what other people do.

I also got an unofficial crash-course in using the catalogue to check books in and out, because I was doing my inventory work at the front desk, and felt bad when people came up wanting to check books out and I had to point them to someone else because I didn't know how to do it. So I learned – at least the basics – and it was very satisfying to be able to help people myself.

There's so much still to come; I've yet to meet the children's librarian, or the guy who does the amazing social media, or really get to know the Archives upstairs, and I'm going to help out with (more than one) author event, and pay a visit to the mobile library in action...

Yes, I'm a little obsessed with Booky McBookface, Orkney's gorgeous mobile library. It's a really amazing service they provide from this one unassuming vehicle. Here's my dear Booky McBookface:


And on a personal bookworm level, okay, yes, I do realize I'm just being silly at this point...in my first two days at the library, I checked out probably more books than I can read in my whole month here. Plus a bunch of audiobooks (not pictured). It's the danger of reshelving and doing inventory, you see all these things you want...


(The top two are Orkney authors, the next is the book I need to read ahead of a book club I'll be helping out with, then an Icelandic author I spotted on the shelves and someone said was good, then another Orkney author, then just a few books generally on my recommended/want-to-read list.)

I seized the weekend, knowing how little time I have here and how very many parts of Orkney I want to see... I went to Maeshowe (5,000-year-old Neolithic tomb...amazing) then wandered around the Stenness Stones and Ring of Brodgar and the whole area between two lochs that's a major archeological site still in the process of being excavated. It was a stunningly beautiful day, sandwiched fortuitously between lots of days of rain (and occasional snow). In one of the lochs, just as I was leaving to catch the bus back, I saw seals. How is this place even real.

The Barnhouse Settlement, remains of a Neolithic village: 


One small bit of the Ring of Brodgar:
 

Oh, you know, just some more standing stones. (Stones of Stenness.)

 


Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Famous in Orkney

I've mentioned here before, at some point, how Orkney Library is known for their excellent, quirky, funny Twitter feed – it's followed by nearly 40,000 people around the world. (Yes, that means Orkney Library's followers are equivalent to about twice the population of Orkney as a whole.)

Today, I'm Orkney Twitter famous! https://twitter.com/OrkneyLibrary/status/981477860841050112
 

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Orkney

I've only been working at Orkney Library for one day, but – bet you didn't see this one coming – I've already checked out a small stack of books, with plans for tracking down a few more tomorrow.

(I like to read books set in the place I'm in, and also as a writer I have an interest in local folk tales...)



Also, how gorgeous is this place?


Sunday, April 1, 2018

The Great Northern Scotland Adventure Begins

I'm on a train! (Well, I will be shortly – I'm waiting in the station.)

Today I travel all the way up to the very northern tip Scotland, then continue tomorrow by sea: to reach the Orkney Islands, where I'll be doing my professional fieldwork placement the whole month of April. A fascinating, beautiful place and an excellent public library. I am very, very lucky.

I'm already pondering plans to visit Shetland as well (another group of islands even further north from mainland Scotland), thinking that maybe I could go up there for a couple days after my placement finishes (that is, if I manage to free up a bit of time by also completing all my coursework ahead of schedule, ha ha right) and then complete the loop by returning by ferry, allll the way back down from Shetland to Aberdeen, a 12-hour trip by sea. Up by train and back down by ship. That certainly appeals to my romantic wanderlust...

Watch this space. Orkney ahoy!

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Edin-bra

So, I would like to correct a mistaken title on this blog from seven years ago – Edinburgh isn't pronounced "Edin-burra"; it's even shorter than that, more like "Edin-bra." Oh, Scottish pronunciation. You are never what you seem.

It was quite fun to reread that post from my first (and only previous) time in Edinburgh seven years ago. I remember saying "any city that builds its greatest, most ornate monument to a novelist is okay my book" (the monument to Sir Walter Scott – it's enormous) and many of my impressions remain the same: practically everything in Edinburgh looks like a castle (enough to charm even the most jaded Europe-hopper) and it's a really enjoyable place, full of culture and interesting goings-on. A favorite city of mine, I would say.

Anyway, here are photos from this time around. Click on this link to go to the album:

PICTURES FROM EDINBURGH!

Once again, it's in Google Photos, whose interface I don't love. If you can't see the photo captions (which are the most fun part!) click on the little "i" symbol at the upper right of any picture, and they should show up.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Luke, Ah'm Yer Da

More Scots language goodness! We had a guest speaker today – none other than the head of the National Library of Scotland. Yup, there are some perks to studying in a small country (and having a professor who knows everyone). National Librarian John Scally was engaging and hilarious – great fun to listen to, with lots of wisdom to share.

The bit I want to share with you, though, is an image that popped up rather unobtrusively on one of the slides in his presentation, but was so delightful that it sent me immediately googling to find out the story behind it:


Yes, Scottish librarians have an excellent sense of humor (and are apparently Star Wars fans). This was a poster for an exhibition the National Library did in 2012, though sadly it appears to be out of stock. (Understandably sold out, because it's awesome!)

Post-Snowpocalypse

And I arrived back in Aberdeen on Sunday to find the supermarket emptied out – they couldn't get deliveries through to stock the store!


Here's an apologetic note on a lettuce display:



And the place where all the milk should be – on these 100% empty shelves:


Friday, March 2, 2018

Edinburgh EDGE

This conference – the EDGE Conference hosted by Edinburgh City Libraries, to be specific – has been unforgettable.

For the past two days, I’ve been hearing speakers from around the world (Scotland, England, New Zealand, Netherlands, Canada, US, Belgium…) talk about ways libraries can help people combat the inequalities of poverty and the social exclusion of homelessness. It's inspiring, thought-provoking and I'm so, so grateful to have been offered a student spot to come here. Another one of those opportunities I can't believe there weren't dozens (or hundreds?) of people fighting me for!

I also got to meet so many inspiring professionals in this, my newly chosen field. I met the woman who's going to be my supervisor when I do my professional fieldwork placement in Orkney. I chatted a bunch with the head of Scotland's national librarians' organization (CILIPS, the equivalent of the ALA in the US). Had a fascinating conversation with the head of library services in the Western Isles (Outer Hebrides). Got all kinds of great ideas from conversations with a professor of library science from the Netherlands.

My mind is swimming with it and surely has a lot still to process, but I can't believe how many wonderful things I've gotten to see and do in just two days.

And, at dinner last night – since this is, after all, Edinburgh – the tables were themed for various Harry Potter characters. Truly, what's not to love?







Please Do Not Travel

They're serious about it, you guys. This is the website of Scotland's train service:


I also heard an announcer on the radio this morning utter precisely these words: “Don’t even think about going out. Seriously. Not good.”

(The announcers have also been using words like "treacherous," and of course that phrase "do not travel.")

All transport in and out is shut down; I haven't even seen any city buses within Edinburgh running all day. People everywhere are struggling to drive their cars out of parking spots or up hills, because they don't have snow tires here (and none of the roads have been cleared). I've seen a lot of people helping each other push cars up hills. Everything is draped in snow, and the wind is so strong that when it comes down, first it blows sideways! A lot of people either couldn't get here for the conference, or got here but now are stuck here.

I feel really, really fortunate that I love snow. (I was walking around today with snow blowing into my face so hard I couldn't see, and still I was just grinning. Because it was winter! Proper, beautiful winter!) And also that I'm perfectly content to be exactly where I am. I definitely do recognize that this is not as nice an experience for most people as it is for me.

But if you'll excuse me, I'm now going to curl up in my nice warm bed in beautiful Edinburgh, and watch the snow swirl down.


Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Castletown

I'm back in Edinburgh! The city where everything is a castle, or at least looks like one.

It's snowing, and the whole country is FLIPPING OUT. Seriously, the UK cracks me up about this. It's snowing, yes, but does that really require the entire country to shut down? Public transportation is in chaos, sidewalks are a mess because nobody clears/grits/salts them, and just about everything is closed.

Schools are closed. My university lecture this morning was cancelled. When I arrived in Edinburgh this afternoon, I found the tourist info center closed. Museums are closed. I passed a bookshop that had preemptively closed for both today and tomorrow. The National Library is not only closed, but has a sign outside that reads, "We will update you when our buildings re-open. In the meantime, please do not attempt to visit us." Even the play I was going to attend tonight is cancelled! My room at the hostel where I'm staying is three young German women and me (common language German, yay!) and we had a laugh together about how funny it is to us that everyone in the UK is panicking about this. (There's even a hashtag for this storm: #beastfromtheeast)

Good thing I like snow, and Edinburgh could not possibly be more picturesque. And strangely my train down from Aberdeen wasn't affected at all – even arrived on time. I'm here for a library conference and am waaaaay excited about it. Two days of hearing exciting and inspiring stuff from public librarians from around the world!

I'll have pictures of Edinburgh, eventually. Also pictures of Iceland, from January – I'm behind on everything.

Greeting from the world of castles!

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Yogurt World

Okay, the current comic at Scandinavia and the World (a comic in which anthropomorphized versions of various countries interact with each other in ways typical of each country) totally cracked me up: it's about the ubiquity of yogurt in Scandinavia

Because, truly, I had a moment on my last day in Iceland where I was at the airport, looking around for something to take as snack on the plane, and I was in a shop and I looked at the rows and rows and rows of yogurt (and skyr and other yogurt-like products), and I had this brief but visceral moment of, NO! I can NOT eat any more YOGURT!

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

...því ég er kominn heim


...And now I'm in Iceland.

I know, I've become so predictable! So ridiculously predictable! When in doubt, I suppose just assume I'm traveling to Iceland.

But all this semester (after I also visited Iceland on my way to Scotland, in August/September) I've been longing for Iceland, always thinking, "Oh, if only I could be in Iceland..." And I have two weeks off between first and second semester, and it was very clear I really needed to take that time as an absolute, true break away from everything, so I could come back to second semester refreshed and ready to dive into it all again, after the exhaustion of first semester. And besides, you know, I'd been pining for Iceland. So Friday my last piece of coursework was handed in, Saturday I sat down to write all my friends in Iceland and book flights and make plans, I traveled on Tuesday, and here I am.

(I realized when I arrived in Reykavík last night that in total I'd taken: a bus to a train to a tram to a plane to another bus. If only I'd been picked up by car from the airport instead of taking the city bus, or if I'd had cause to get on a boat for some reason, then I'd have hit nearly every kind of standard transport in one day!)

Beautiful afternoon sun in Reykjavík:


I'm staying with my friend S. and his wife and their two little kids. It is so amazing to have this life in Iceland I can drop back into, these friends who enthusiastically invite me into their homes. S. keeps saying how happy he is that I chose to come and stay with them, and I keep saying how happy and grateful I am to be there.

The first part of the day we spent lazing around, eating breakfast and chatting. There are some renovations being done on their apartment building, so there was some banging and hammering happening somewhere in the background as we talked.

Then S. went into the kitchen and I heard him say to someone in Icelandic, "Do you want some coffee?" So I assumed his wife must be somewhere in the apartment, though I hadn't seen her.

Nope – I went into the kitchen and saw that one of the workmen doing the renovations was directly outside the kitchen window – the third-floor kitchen window – on a bit of scaffolding. That's who S. was talking to. And the worker was opening up the window from the outside, and S. was handing a steaming cup of coffee out into the cold to him. So S. and I stood there inside the kitchen and drank coffee and chatted with the worker standing outside the kitchen, perched in the air three floors off the ground, drinking coffee from a dainty cup.

I thought maybe they were friends, or at least knew each other a bit from the course of these renovations, but no – my friend asked the guy his name at some point in the conversation. It's just that S. is that friendly. It was so Icelandic: the kindness, the hospitality – and of course the coffee. Iceland runs on coffee.

Here's me by the ocean in Reykjavík at dusk, in the snow, happier than the happiest clam in the world:


Monday, January 15, 2018

Ceilidh-ing

I went to a ceilidh!

A ceilidh (pronounced "kay-lee") is a Scottish party centered around traditional dance and music. It's a very, very Scottish thing, so people have been telling me since my very first days here that I have to go to at least one. (Even the friendly bank employee who opened my bank account told me that...)

And then a great opportunity came up: the same friend in Stonehaven, who invited a couple of us from my master's course for Hogmanay (New Year's), invited the same two of us (both Americans) to come back again two weeks later for a ceilidh her running club was hosting as their big yearly fundraiser.

It was so much fun! I truly can't give adequate words to how much fun it was. Watching the dances, participating in the dances (only a little bit, though – unfortunately all the spinning makes me way too dizzy), chatting with everyone. People in Stonehaven have been so friendly and welcoming, both times I've been there. My friend who lives there told a bunch of her friends beforehand that they had to ask us to dance, but I'm sure they would have done it even without her prompting, because everyone is just so nice!


(Sorry, these are all horrendous, blurry cell phone photos, because I didn't think to bring my camera.)


When I first moved here to Aberdeen, four months ago now – it's hard to explain, but I often had this odd feeling that I just didn't feel very much like I was...in Scotland? Generic UK, yes, sure – the shops and the street signs and everything were different from what I was used to, and were clearly British. But much of the time I felt vaguely that I could be anywhere urban and British, because things around me didn't feel specifically, particularly Scottish.

Which is unfair, of course! What, do I expect everybody to act like a walking Scottish cliché all the time? But, I don't know, the other places I've been in Scotland have had such a specific atmosphere of their own – Edinburgh, the Highlands, the Western Isles. Aberdeen is nice, but I don't feel I've discovered its own specific culture yet. (This is probably the fault of spending most of my time at a university, which is very international – so I'm indeed not in a particularly Scottish context much of the time.)

Anyway, at that ceilidh in Stonehaven I felt more like I was really, truly in Scotland than at any other point so far. It wasn't just that there was Scottish music playing, and almost all the men were wearing kilts, and at half-time they served stovies and sticky toffee pudding. It was more that I was in a big room surrounded by Scottish folks, a community of friends hanging out together and just doing the stuff they like to do anyway (chatting, having a beer, dancing dances they all learned growing up). And, again, they were all so friendly and cheerful and welcoming. I really appreciate how international the university is (my 6 flatmates alone are from 5 different countries!), but when living in a country, it's nice to get a chance at least sometimes to be truly, deeply immersed in that country.


It makes me really glad, too, to see people still embracing and living their own traditions.

In addition to the dancing, there was also a ceremony of awards and prizes (since this was a running club event, so they recognized various people's achievements in running). And then, as a fundraiser, there was a bottle slide. A what? Two bottles of gin were set on the floor at the front of the room, and people rolled £1 coins towards them, and whoever landed their coin closest won the bottle. Hilarious, and apparently raises a lot of funds for the club, too!


After the ceilidh, I caught the next-to-last train back to Aberdeen, then hurried to catch the night bus that would take me back home, so I wouldn't have to walk the whole way (about an hour). But it turned out the night bus I got on was...the wrong night bus. (Even though it was the right route number, which I'd looked up beforehand.) So the driver of my wrong bus caught up to the right bus, and pulled up in front of it so I could run off of his bus and onto the other one.

Take away of the evening as a whole: Scottish people are so nice!

Burnieboozled

I do believe I may have found the greatest Scottish street name, out of some very stiff competition of great Scottish street names:


(This one had competition right there in the same neighborhood – it was directly next to Monymusk Terrace, as well as some quite normal-Scottish sounding names, like Craigiebuckler Avenue. A lot of street names here are named after other places in Scotland, which are generally long mash-ups of syllables that are never pronounced quite the way you'd think they would be...)

Monday, January 1, 2018

Great Balls of Fire! (...sorry, I couldn't resist)

Happy new year!

There's an idea I've heard somewhere or another, that how you spend your New Year's Eve and/or Day is indicative of the whole year to come. It's not the sort of thing I would usually think about, and I'm certainly not thinking about it in a predictive way (not like, "You must do X on New Year's Eve, otherwise your entire year is doomed to be Y").

But there's something nice about thinking of a particularly lovely New Year's as setting a precedent, starting out the year as you mean to go on. In this case, I was in a new (and beautiful place), experiencing a new-to-me (and very Scottish) tradition, staying with friends and also meeting new people. Those seem to me very much the sorts of things I'd wish for my coming year.

(Along with a WHOLE LOT of global, political and societal change...but let's not even start talking about that. About five minutes before midnight, my other, American friend and I caught ourselves talking passionately about everything that was wrong with 2017 and realized that, while true and real, bemoaning it wasn't how we wanted to spend the final minutes of our year.)


Hogmanay! That's the Scottish word for New Year's Eve.

One of my grad school classmates (coursemates?) invited me and another friend from our program to spend New Year's in her town, Stonehaven, not far from Aberdeen.

Stonehaven is a picturesque little harbor town, which happens to have a longstanding and internationally famous New Year's tradition: at the stroke of midnight, 40 or 50 adults walk up and down the main street, swinging over their heads ENORMOUS FIREBALLS. They make the fireballs themselves, some of the fireball swingers have participated for years or decades, and my friend and her husband are among them.

It was SO COOL. First there was a drumming group, then a bagpipe band (playing clearly-beloved Scottish songs that the entire crowd sang along with), then came the fireball swingers. My wimpy point-and-shoot camera can't begin to do it justice, but here they are, processing up and down the street, swinging fire:


The tradition has been going on for well over 100 years at least, and probably a lot longer than that. It appears to stem from ancient fire ceremonies of burning the old and bad and things that are worn out or broken, making way for the new.

The fireballs are huge, and heavy. At the end, once the material inside the wire frame of the fireballs has burned away, they fling them into the harbor.


Rounding out the evening there were fireworks, right under the full moon:


In the morning we got up for...a 5k run in the park. (I didn't run, just watched.) My friend and her husband are super intense runners. Like, ultramarathon, think-nothing-of-a-race-that-takes-32-hours-to-complete runners. So doing a 5k first thing after staying up late for New Year's really was a walk in the park for them.
 

Then, we were just in time to catch a glimpse of the "Nippy Dip," where masses of people run into the cold water of the harbor. (Like a polar bear plunge...except that Scotland is comparatively not so very cold...)


We also walked up the brae (hill), for a beautiful view over the town. (Stonehaven is also right next to Dunnottar Castle, where I went before classes started, but we didn't walk that far this time.) Here's cozy Stonehaven, and its beautiful bay:


 We walked as far as the war memorial, perched atop Black Hill. The view from there is wonderful. Exactly, exactly my kind of landscape. I could look at this endlessly:


When we came back into town, we stopped by my friend's parents' house – I'd asked earlier if they do "first footing" and indeed they do! For good luck, the first person to enter your house in the new year should be a dark-haired man, bearing gifts. My friend's husband has dark hair, so he went into the house first, and gave his in-laws a bit of coal for their fire and some shortbread. 

While we were there, my friend's mother gave us fruitcake (actually referred to as Christmas cake, but it was what I would think of as "fruitcake"), and my friend's father gave us a dram of whisky. It was a very Scottish New Year's!