Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Sliding Across Borders: Croatia and Slovenia

Day 1
Right after school on Friday, which included a Halloween party with the 2nd class, I hopped on the train to Villach. On the way, I ran into Steffi, a young English and Geography teacher, and we chatted as our train zoomed along Wörthersee, the sunlight glistening off the peaceful waves and among the golden leaves of the surrounding trees. We arrived in Villach and I met Elisabeth on the platform, bidding farewell to Steffi. We began our journey south to Croatia with our picnic lunch and the sun smiling overhead. The further south we came, the more cloudy the sky grew, until the sun winked out of existence completely. At the Croatian border, we halted for a good 40 minutes, while passports and tickets were rechecked. Once we were chugging through the countryside again, yet another guard came through and officially stamped our passports. An hour later, and we were in Zagreb, where we met bubbly and energetic Pam and Laurie, another couchsurfing guest from Brazil. The four of us caught a taxi to her home in New Zagreb, a suburb of the city. Driving through the darkened streets, we chatted with the driver in German and bid him farewell as we arrived at Pam's house.

We were greeted by her parents, grandfather and brother, before we headed upstairs to drop our things. Pam whipped up a homemade pizza with a delicious homemade crust, while her mother decked the table with a cherry cake for dessert. After a long night of chatting and laughter, we headed off to sleep.

Day 2

We awoke to Elisabeth hungrily reading the history of Croatia and former Yugoslavia, as explained in a nutshell by Rick Steves. After a trip to a grocery store with Pam and her parents, where we picked up some of the famous local Croatian goat cheese and local chocolate, we gathered around the table. We ate an amazing breakfast, which included meats from the animals Pam's family owned, honey from her father's bees, the rest of the cherry cake, and a variety of cheese, breads, and a homemade red-pepper spread (which is one of the foods for which Croatia is famous). Then, we headed out to town, where we met with a girl doing a Fulbright on Croatian films and her visitor from France. Our group headed out—following Pam, as she gave us her official guided tour. We began in front of the Croatian National Theater,


walked through the more modern part of town,


stuffed with blue trams buzzing by,


and headed for Ban Jelacic Square, the main town center. The main square features a statue of the great man, Ban Jelacic, himself leading a charge against, well what was once the Austro-Hungarian Empire and now...let's just say he faces in the direction of Serbia.


Not too far way is Mandusevac Fountain, built on a natural spring, it was once the main source of drinking water for Zagreb and is now the cool hang-out place for teens. Legend goes the fountain is named after an old Croatian war leader, who was thirsty and asked a young girl, Manda to get him some water, which she did. The Croatian word “Zagrabiti” means “to scoop up water”--thus Zagreb got its name and the fountain was named after the young girl.



Next, we wound our way through the colorful markets


to the cathedral in the area of town known as Kaptol—once the site of one of the original villages. Inside we marveled at the elaborate interior, which included a wall carved in the original, Croatian script, and the impressive model/crypt of the bishop. Outside, we headed off down a cobble-stoned street, discovering Mercury on the way.
(Pam and Mercury)



We crossed over the Bloody Bridge, which is simply a street connecting 2 others, today, but was once the bridge that connected the squabbling Gradec and Kaptol villages. Only this bridge crossed the creek and so, it was on the bridge where bloody fights would occasionally erupt.

This formerly controversial area leads straight to what is now Radiceva, a shopping street winding upwards to the Upper Town. Naturally, a tie shop sits along this street, as the Croatians claim to have invented the tie.


Near the end of the street sits St. George atop his horse, towering over a now harmless dragon. The sculpture was created by Austrian artists and gifted to a local family.


Turning the corner past the dragon and knight, we reached the stone gate, which officially marks the entrance to the Upper Town. It was the only gate to survive a giant fire in 1731 because it is believed to have held a painting of the Virgin Mary. Today it functions as a small chapel to Mary and you can stop to admire the fire-repelling painting and light a candle in prayer or admire the chains for the ship, HMS Victory, which fought as Admiral Nelson's flagship in the battle of Trafalger.


Continuing onwards and upwards, passing a sign in German and Croatian which harkens back to when Zagreb belonged to the Hapsburg Empire.


Rounding a corner, we were soon hit by the sudden appearance of St. Mark's Church, which is covered in colorful tiles, creating the crests of Croatia and Zagreb.



Turning left and heading further down the street, we came to St. Catharine's-- the famous Baroque Church.


Continuing down the slanted street, we reached a view of Kaptol, the Cathedral, and the Dolac market and, of course, the Lotrscak Tower, which fires a cannon shot at noon each day in memory of King Bela IV, who gifted the townsfolk with the cannon after they protected him from pillaging Tatars.



We strolled along the Strossmayer Promenade,


visiting poet and local hero, Antun Gustav Matos, before returning to the Lower Town.


After stopping for some ice cream, we wandered the town, stopping to rest in Zrinjevac Park, near The First Fountain, which was built in 1878 after the opening of the first water works.

There, we bid farewell to 2 of our group and the three of us headed towards the Oktagon, a famous in-door shopping street, which is home to the famous and expensive tie shop.


First, we stopped to take a cuddle with the sun in the solar system, after having already seen Mercury that day. Ivan Kozaric created the sun, but it inspired Davor Pries to create the entire Zagreb solar system and now planets are scattered throughout the town—all in the correct size and distance to match the model of the solar system.


Feeling sleepy after a day of walking, we headed back to Pam's, where I baked a Pumpkin Pie using one of her family's home-grown pumpkins. Her mom made a kind of homemade cheese noodles, while Laurie made a traditional Brazilian potato salad.

Day 3 Zagreb to Ljubljana

The next morning, Pam's father gave us a tour of the grounds, including the pumpkin patch and his bees before driving us to the train station. After a hearty round of Hvala (thank you) we were on our way.


Hopping on our train, Elisabeth and I watched Zagreb slid away. Soon, we reached the border the guards, who marched through with the dogs. They ignored Elisabeth's German passport, but read numbers into a walkie-talkie when they came to mine. While we waited for 5 guards to clear a young Brazilian man's passport, we ate the exploding chocolate Pam had given us.


Once in Slovenia's capital, we made our way to our new host's home, dropped our things and went for a walk. Brianna, our new host, was an American working as an English teacher in Slovenia. Naturally, we stopped to whisper to the Dragons perched on Dragon Bridge about the Lindwurm in Klagenfurt. This bridge was designed by the architect Joze Plecnik.


The entire town felt like Klagenfurt's twin or a twilight zone double of Klagenfurt, where everyone speaks another language, there are more bridges and a castle on a hill.
Ljubljana itself was strangely empty as most everyone had left to celebrate the upcoming holidays with family in the countryside. After eating pizza out on a square near the town hall, we headed back and played cards into the night, eating chocolate in honor of Halloween.



Day 4
We began the day with a walk through town, followed by a trip up to the castle.

Fist we slid through Metelkova...former prison and now series of bars, a hostel, and a museum. The government smashed holes in the buildings within the complex to make sure no one would live in them. Little did they know that creative Slovenians would patch the holes with artwork, stained glass, or in other creative ways and transform the entire place into a festive gathering local each night.


We walked along the river, crossing the triple bridge (another Joze Plecnik) to Preseren square with the bright red franciscan church in the background.


Next stop, the main town square: Preseren Square...designed by, you guessed it, Joze Plecnik.
Me in France Preseren Square. Mr. Preseren is a local hero and famous national poet. The love of his life, Julija can be seen in statue form down the street, peeking out of a window.


Then, we wound our way up to the castle.
up on the ramparts


view from the castle


going in to the church at the bottom of the castle hill


Feeling a bit chilly afterwards, we headed to “the skyscraper” which is the sole tall building to grace the skyline. At the top, you can eat cake and coffee with a view of the castle and town below.
view from Neboticnik aka. The Skycraper, literally that's what the name means in Slovene. It was the first skyscraper in Slovenia and is built in a 1933 art deco style.


It was getting colder and darker, so after a stop at the unusual town library with unicorn door handles, we headed back.


Day 5
The next morning, we were up early, caught a bus in front of the train station and headed to Lake Bled. We arrived to a fog-filled town and freezing weather. We proceeded to walk around the lake, unable to see even our own hands in front of our faces.

Peeking out of the foggy lake, the famous plenta boats that one can hire to take you to Otok, the island in the middle of the lake


what we should be seeing, but instead, all we can see is fog


We could hear the muffled squawks of birds and the lapping of nearby water on an unidentified shore, but the lake itself, we could see nothing. As we walked around the lake, trying to keep warm, the fog suddenly parted like the magical mists of Avalon and we could see the island sitting in the middle of the lake.

lake Bled in the fog, we can finally see a bit



the fog begins to lift


We marched all the way around, also spying the castle coming out of the fog atop the cliffs above.

the castle emerging from the fog



the trail


church and castle in background


First, we stopped for cake—Elisabeth eating the obligatory Creme-Schnitten for which Bled is famous, and just to warm up. Then, we climbed the castle, enjoying the view.

view from the top of the castle walls


Me at the top with the old stone wall


On the way down, we ran into Catherine and a group of her British friends who were just climbing up the hill. We stopped and chatted before heading off in our separate directions.

Elisabeth and I walked around the Bled town for a bit, waiting for our bus to come. The houses looked so similar to Austria. I could understand now why Uska continually told me that Austria (or at least Kärnten) was an extension of Slovenia.


Catching the bus, we were deposited quickly in front of the empty, unmanned train station. Feeling chilly and not wanting to just stand or hop around the platform, we headed off to explore Bled-Lesce. We soon discovered an old church and this graveyard opposite the train station, all aglow for All Souls Day. Throughout the day locals had visited their departed loved ones and left candles, or flowers, or both. That evening, masses of locals would return with candles, merging into a massive parade of softly glowing lights and begin the evening celebration of All Souls Day.


After strolling in reverent silence among the flowers and candles and graves, we caught our train back to Austria. I stopped over in Villach for a bit to de-thaw at Elisabeth's place, and then headed back to Klagenfurt.

Wolfsberg and Hochosterwitz

After a 4-day work week thanks to what we nicknamed "Yay! We are a part of Austria day," (which is celebrated on Oct. 10th when this area of Austria voted to become part of Austria after WWI rather than part of Slovenia, even though many of Slovenian heritage lived in the area) I headed off to Wolfsberg for a visit.

I caught the train after stopping by the Uni to clear up a few issues with my ID and was sitting near the window, zoning out when all of a sudden the train stopped in the middle of nowhere. Some sort of announcement was made, which I did not understand and the train headed back to Klagenfurt. I stopped the conductor as he zoomed by and asked him what was happening with this train. His answer: What train? A train at this time did not exist to Wolfsberg.
Huh? I was even more confused. Was I trapped in some sort of bazzaro-twilight-zone-world, where the train no longer existed?
We reached Klagenfurt and I went to Information to ask about the train. Same answer: What train?

Still confused, I waited for the next train, which actually made it to Wolfsberg this time.

Chris and Catherine, who both live in Wolfsberg met me at the station and we continued with a mini-tour of the town before heading out to the famous Kolomonimarkt in the baby town of nearby Kleinedling.

a view of a bit of the town from the river


We walked along the river, which smelled like broccoli or cauliflower in places and the two Wolfsbergers proudly showed off their recent discovery...
a random giant chicken on a bike (and the chicken sings). Chris is standing next to it for size reference.


We continued to walk, admiring the looming mountains in the distance and the giant field we passed on the way to the fair.


Reaching the fair, we enjoyed some Wiener Schnitzel before taking part in some of the rides. Around 7pm we headed back to town to check trains back to Klagenfurt and realized the last train left at 7pm. I was stuck in Wolfsberg for the night. Lucky both Catherine and Chris have an extra bed.

The next morning we were all up early and heading back to Klagenfurt, where we stopped at my house. I changed, packed some things, we ate second breakfast and then we were running with Riannon to the train station to meet Christine, with whom I had plans to visit Hochosterwitz, the legendary so-called Snow White Castle.

We all arrived out of breath, only to realize that on Saturdays no train ran at that time and we'd have to wait an hour for the next one. Me and the trains this week!

We disembarked from the train and wound up in the middle of a tiny town with no signs. We saw a few bumps in the distance and headed that direction.

Finally! A sign!


With no path available, we found ourselves marching across the fields. Chris and Riannon lead the way, with Catherine whispering to me that Chris had already gotten her lost on a mountain once and she wasn't so sure we should be following him, even if he was a trained eagle scout.


For some reason, we listened to Chris and wound up climbing straight up the baby mountain on which the castle sits. The entrance workers, laughing hysterically, pulled Christine and me up the last step. Dusting ourselves off, we paid the entrance fee and ascended.

Looking out over the church


Looking down at the the strange little house in the middle of the field. Spooky...


We ate lunch at the top, admired the view, walked around and down and over and around and up and over and down and all over.

Before leaving the grounds, we asked the guards which direction we should head to catch a train back to the train station. They explained and this time Christine and I led the way...but without much success as we emerged from the woods on the opposite side and not near a train. Riannon and Chris resumed leading and we at last discovered a trail.

At the end, success!


Back at the station, we caught the train to Klagenfurt and all had dinner at our house.

The following weekend Jutta, our visitor from Germany through Couchsurfing, came to visit. I met her in Villach, which we quickly visited with Elisabeth for the day and then headed back to Klagenfurt. That Sunday we spent walking around the town and the lake and chatting in German. Tuesday morning she was already, sadly, heading off to Germany. The following day we had no school because of some random Austrian national holiday. It poured rain the entire day and I spent the entire day preparing lessons, other than the afternoon I spent baking cupcakes with Christine...which Niels (Riannon's boyfriend) continuously and hungrily stared until we finally offered him one.

And so time passed quickly...

Villach and the last Oktoberfest

At the beginning of October a group of us headed off to Villach, a neighboring town about 30min away by train, for the last Oktoberfest of the season. Oktoberfests are typically held in September, but beer breweries like to make money and naturally from such fests they earn quite a bit, so holding one out of season, is not a problem.

After a morning spent with Riannon and Urska (the Slovenian native speaker with whom Riannon works) at the farmer's market in Benedictinerplatz, we were gathered at the Klagenfurt train station, awaiting the arrival of Kara and Nicole when our train pulled in and my phone rang with a frantic call from Nicole that they were on their way. With seconds to spare, they caught the train. However, this meant they were without tickets. The conductor arrived and they asked to purchase their tickets on the spot (which is possible in most "milk-run" (make every stop along the way) trains in Germany), but the conductor just shook his head and explained that would cost 70 Euros a person "als Straf" (as a penalty or fine). The conductor continued to click our tickets, pulled Lora's out of her hand and inspected it, then counted loudly, stamped it and walked away. Magically, the two were saved by the conductor's kindness.

Elisabeth and Emil (who is in his second year of the program) met us at the station with Matt and Jade (both of whom live in the same house together in Spittal), and we headed back to Elisabeth's place before heading off to Oktoberfest.
Elisabeth donned her Dirndl (the German/Austrian national costume) for the occasion and we headed off into Villach.
Walking along the river Drau, we reached the giant tent with the Ompah-bands in full gear.
Villach at sunset with the mighty Drau River


We dropped the others in the tent and 4 of us headed off to see a bit of the town before it got too dark to enjoy the town.
in the Stadt with Elisabeth, Uska, Eleanora (from Italy; lives in Villach teaching Italian), Laure (from France; lives in Villach teaching French)


Back at Oktoberfest, we attempted to sing along, but the words were too foreign and the background noise a bit too loud to comprehend the lyrics, but "schunkel" (the rhythmic swaying to the music) we did.


Feeling sleepy, Uska, Jade, Christine and I soon left the now smoke-infested tent and braved the chilly night back to the train station. We bid farewell to Jade, as she headed off to Spittal and Uska, Christine and I returned to Klagenfurt.

First Weeks

Upon the evening of returning home from Orientation, Christine moved in with us. She had been unable to track down a place to live and her one option didn't exactly pan out. Luckily her dad was helping her move to Klagenfurt and her brought her suitcases by in the evening and she officially moved in with us Saturday morning.

Meanwhile, Lora, Grant, Elisabeth from Villach, and I headed to the lake for a swim. We waded in from a location further down the lakeside, away from the main entrance, where you pay large fees just to swim in the lake (and use the locker rooms etc.). The water was freezing, but the sun was up, so we had no worries.

Grant, me, and Elisabeth at the lake


Lora and I were heading back towards town, when Nicole called, asking if we were still swimming since she and Kara were interested in joining us. We were almost back to town, so we wished them well with their adventure and continued on our way. Lora ended up at our house for dinner and we were 4...Christine, Riannon, Lora, and me.

Sunday was spent reading over paperwork and coordinating plans for Monday, as none of us knew exactly how long we would be working on our first day of school and Christine had no key to the house.

My much anticipated first day of school began with a quick walk to school. Soon I found myself merging with the other backpack wearing youngsters, blending in with the crowd, and passing through clusters of students, clouds of smoke, and bypassing kissing couples.
Arriving at the gigantic teacher's lounge, which was stocked with row upon row of wooden tables and blue-cushioned chairs, I was instructed to wait for "Steffi," who would hand me a schedule.

Before I realized it, I found myself being introduced to other English teachers, French teachers, Italian teachers, the school director, the secretaries. I couldn't keep up with the names and the faces, but I found myself nodding somberly and shaking hands with what felt like a thousand new people.

Without catching my breath, I was directed to my first class of the day, the 5A. They very curiously asked me a thousand questions, and even wanted to know what the newest slang was. Scooting to the next class, the 8B, I found myself in front of another friendly, funny, curious crowd. By the way, Austrian grade levels re-start once the students enter Gymnasium (American grade 5-12), so grade 5 in Austria would be the first year of high school in the US and grade 8 would be the last. My third and final class of the day, 6C, was also rather interested, and after a day of introductions to students and teachers alike, I left school smiling, excited to return the next day.

I hurried over the Meldeamt, where I would hopefully officially receive my Visa and which also happened to be almost directly next to the school.
I walked up the spiral steps, knocked on the appropriate door, hoping there was still enough time before the office closed, as I would have to present my Visa to the school the following day. The same woman answered, pulled out my file, and handed me a slip of paper to take to another office, where I could pay the 40 Euros it cost to process the paperwork. I found a man behind a glass window, presented him with my slip and the money. He processed my payment and handed over 2 candy bars at the same time. He just smiled and laughed at my confused expression and handed me another slip of paper before directing me to return to the original office of the day. There, I at last received my Visa, or as it officially called here "Aufenthaltstitle." I thought it would be a large sticker in my passport, like last year, but instead it was an entirely separate card resembling my driver's license.

I headed home quickly, so as not to miss the Internet installation man, who was set to come any time between noon and 6pm. The weather was so nice that I sat outside with the front door of our gate propped open, just in case he had no idea how to reach us once he arrived. Christine arrived and a short while later, the installation man himself. After some quick work, we officially had wireless Internet in our home!

The rest of the school week quickly flew by. There were more introductions, the occasional 'real' lesson, and Tuesday night I found myself at the University taking the German placement test. The first half hour was easy, fill in the missing word or missing part of the word blank test, but by the time I reached the second half was definitely struggling. After a quick speaking interview, I was on my way home.

Wednesday I met Georgina (a girl I met last June when I came down for a visit. She is an engineer from Barcelona, Spain working for the American wind-power company) for dinner and was introduced to her French colleague, Tirolean (so used to live on the border between Italy and Austria on a mountain) roommate, and a former Austrian colleague.

By the time Friday rolled around, I found myself exhausted and feeling miserable. My students for the rest of the week were, shall we say decreasing in curiosity and the desire to even answer me. I often found myself staring down a wall of blank-eyed, non-responsive students, or encountering rude questions and misbehavior. Ah, yes, it really was high school...that's right I swore I would never, ever teach high school. hmmmm....and yet her I find myself.

Our first official weekend fell round the 10th of October, which meant no school for this national holiday, celebrating when the good people of Kärnten voted to remain part of Austria after WWI instead of becoming part of Slovenia. You see, so many people in the area spoke the Slovene language and the borders had been a bit unclear earlier in history, that the entire southern portion of this state of Austria could have been assigned to the country of Slovenia. However, the majority voted to remain in Austria, and so, Kärnten continues to be part of Austria, to this day.

The rest of the school weeks continued to pass by quickly with a heavy focus on grammar and attempting to discover just how exactly I was going to explain when to use which tense of the Future Tense...apparently a HUGE deal in the Austrian school system. Personally, I think they invented some rules here. For example, they have the "will..." and the "am going to..." The official explanation is that "will" means you are uncertain, you don't know if it will happen or not in the future. The "am going to" means you absolutely, positively will do it in the future.I, personally, find myself using "will" mean I am sure I will do something...it still might happen or it might not, I suppose...it is the future after all.

I also still had yet to meet some of the English teachers...some how I had failed to meet them. They had no idea I was coming and would send me away. You see, the way the program works is that I teach each class one day a week, even though the class itself might meet 3 or 4 times a week. I often do not get a choice in what I will teach and am told either a week, a few days, or a few minutes in advance where the class left off and what topic, or more likely, what page in the book I should be covering. The school is very "by the book."

Anyway, once it was at last sorted, I found the month flying by with lessons on immigration and racism, the death penalty, and human rights. Slowly, very slowly I was given more freedom in some classes and we even had a fun Halloween lesson, which I will get to later. And, of course, there was German class twice a week for three hours at a time at the University to occupy my free time.