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My last days in my former hometown Braunschweig. Which I all well remember, having survived the war and grown up there till I left in 1961. Our house was in one the best areas at the edge of the city and directly across a big park. Nearby was and still is my high school, a gymnasium for new and classic languages and science. I walked up there, had a look. It is now an integrated lower and high school system housing many classes at all levels.

In 1945 after the American army tanks had entered Braunschweig, they occupied this large building for the distribution of food to the remaining civilian population,  mostly children. A few days ago I walked up that path, past the school, and uphill. There are train tracks, and crossing them there is also a large private garden area, where my family also used to have a garden with a little stone house. I do remember, having visited there with my little boy when he was 3 years old. All lost in the 1070s after my mother died, when I was already many years in North America, then Canada. I made a picture of the Solanger entrance, now locked.

Up on top of this same road,  just behind the train tracks, used to be bunkers,  shelters from the WW2 bombings. As small children during the early 1040s we had to run up there every night for shelter. Interesting life. At least a little bit more exciting than just boring kindergarten.

My last visit there, that’s for sure, no living relatives. But the city as such is very pleasant, with many greens, parks, trees everywhere. I mostly enjoyed the inner -restored- city center of the old city with the dome and the lion, surrounded by many old half timbered buildings. Meeting nice people, discussing the past as well. Predominately, I guess as in most of Europe, are the enormous number of bakeries and pastry shops. It’s fun, just to hang out for a good cappuccino, sitting outside in the sun.

Some of the following pictures show our house, still there, the park across, the road past the school and uphill.

NEW YORK CITY here I come

2025, 2001 and 2002 

Let’s start with 2025. We sure are in a different time now. Thinking about visiting New York City now – well. In a nutshell; I had already booked and paid for an extended voyage to Europe, from Canada. Plane and ship, transatlantic voyage from New York City with the Queen Mary 2, Brooklyn, to London UK, then on to Hamburg. Later in June return by ship, again on my way back to Brooklyn cruise terminal, couple of nights in NYC.  Returning to Canada by air, from La Guardia airport NYC. 

All went well across the border , surprisingly still very busy,  at Toronto US border control to arriving safely at La Guardia. Shuttle buses and services not so well. It used to be to find share rides with Uber at decent prices. Most shuttles go to Manhattan. Finally had to get a cab to my hotel, located in Brooklyn,  near the cruise terminal. Of course at a steep cost, because of street congestion at that time, there was a street road race on. The name of this hotel is Lodge Red Hook. Not much sightseeing that day, then off to the ship next morning. Sharing a taxi with other hotel guests. Maybe on my return to NYC, same hotel booked, we will have a few days to hopefully make a visit across from Brooklyn to Manhattan.

Our very long ago visits to New York – New York, have been very exciting. I agree that it always has been and is always one of the most exciting places to visit.  Yet, one of the most devastating events ever in US history was 9/11 – the attack and complete destruction of the World Trade Center towers in South Manhattan on September 11, in the year 2001.  [https://www.iwm.org.uk]. The same year we visited New York in August, not knowing what had yet to pass on this 9th September day.  Arriving by train from Washington DC at Penn Station,  stayed in a hotel near Central Park, walking distance from the center where all the action is. At midnight after a nice dinner and taking in the the long-standing performance of Les Miserables  at a small  very vintage theatre (reminded me of being somewhere in London).  At that time in 2001 the World Trade Center complex with the 2 high towers was still visible. WTC 1 and 2.   It was August 9, 2001.   All important venues and sites are located in lower Manhattan,  such as Broadway, Times Square, Wall Street and 5th Avenue Rockefeller Centre.   Walking along the entire stretch of Broadway was a totally amazing experience, even for a fairly seasoned traveller. Never seen so many people from all over the world, so many different languages taking in. Exciting, exhilarating. And yet I felt safe among the crowds. 

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Aujourd’hui une example comme on peut écrire utiliser le iPad multi language clavier.  En suivant, j’aimerais écrire quelques de mes expériences en Maroc, la ville rose, Marrakech. Parce que la plupart des bâtiments sont colorés dans une couleur rose. 

Une ville, que j’avais visité en 2012 pour une mois. Et malheureusement après seulement une semaine j’avais cassée mon pied gauche, pendant croiser une rue très pleine avec traffic. La plupart les merdes vélomoteurs.

Aussi en Marrakech on trouve que les rues sans construisent avec un trottoir très profond. Ça veut dire, quand on croises une rue pleine de circulation, c’est très facile de glisser et tomber. C’est pour ça que j’ai vues plusieurs touristes avec des jambes ou bien les pieds cassés.

Qu’est-ce qu’on fait ?  Trouve un clinic local avec un spécialiste en orthopédies.

On m’a examiner, parque. Fait les radiographies de cet pied et aussi des mes hanches. Heureusement, pas des fractures . Sauf la pied gauche.

Mon plan était de au moins visité Casablanca et Fez dans le nord de Maroc.

Maintenant pas possible. Alors, j’ai resté en ville dans cet hôtel . Très mauvais plan, parce que ma jambe gauche avais développé une grande caillot de sang. 

Toute façon, en lieu de départir plus tôt et retourner en Canada, je suis resté là.

Pendant ce temps j’ai rencontré des Marocains intéressants, plusieurs femmes, très gentilles, et fait des amies.

J’ai suivi le voyage du Maroc au Canada, via Lisboa, Portugal, où il y’avait une grève à l’aéroport. Et j’ai due rester toute la nuit . Lendemain via Frankfurt à Vancouver, Canada. 

Enfin, toute l’année suivante mente visites au hôpital avec un program des anticoagulants.

Malgré tous, pendant ce temps en Marrakech très limitée, j’ai visité plusieurs locales spéciales .  Et rencontre des femmes marocaines extraordinaires.

Merci quand

TRAVEL AND LEARN

The pleasures of travel – whether alone or with a partner or in groups – should most and foremost be also a learning experience. According to my favorite motto in life (‘the more you know, the less you know’) to learn even more, travel more. And definitely not always to the same locales. I have traveled alone most of my life since the 70s to many continents and countries. And I always learned something new. Not necessarily always from a particular city or town or area, but also from the locals.

One of the best ways to get away from groups and the most known tourist sites, is to go the byways, side streets, back streets, to really dig into the local atmosphere of a place.

Talk to the locals, learn. Even if they speak a different language. I never had a problem with that. I may be blessed to operate in five languages, but that’s not always necessary.

Take for example North Africa, easy, Arabic and French. Take the entire continent of Africa, one of the largest in this world, one can always get around with either French or English. Russia (my travel to Saint Petersburg), talking to our taxi driver in either German or even French, works. I like to talk to the locals, find out about their country, or when I need something.

But what is much more rewarding besides learning other cultures, is learning about their nature. Especially now, with the global warming, how much others are doing to protect their environment, habitat and nature.

In all those many years traveling alone, as a woman, I never encountered any nasty people. The odd times someone stole something, but it was my own fault. [Particularly damaging for your eyes, when your sun glasses disappear in North Africa. Those you definitely need.].

[The following is besides the point: I have been, attacked, years ago, even physically, but do not wish to mention which country.].

Tip: when traveling and you loose something essential, there are always, in each country, no matter where, the second-hand stores. In fact, when I traveled, I always only take a small suitcase, so I can buy some clothes at my destination.

If you travel in a larger group, you may be better protected, but often learn less.

We all like to enjoy our travel and learn in the process. But not in the middle of the night, or late evening, or even in a totally remote street somewhere. With all that said, enjoy the the feel of a new country, respect their people, their culture, their nature, their wildlife. And keep away from street food, buy your own fresh food in markets. That should keep you healthy.

Last not least, the most rewarding experience in my entire life has been – not work, work, work, but travel, travel, travel. And the memories of it.

The story of how I found my only sister, with whom I did not have any contact for over ten years. This happened in 1992. Instrumental in this story was the Bargain Finder Press, Edmonton, Alberta.

{[ https://www.cylex-canada.ca/company/the-bargain-finder-press-ltd–166 ] The Bargain Finder Press seems to have no real owned website, even today.}  Nowadays it’s probably easier to locate family oceans away, but then just around the time we all had started on the Internet not so long ago, it still seems like a special thing to me.

I had last personal contact with my family in Fall of 1974. Since leaving Europe for good, to start a graduate degree program at Syracuse University, New York State, USA. Traveling with my 7 year old little son. I had not heard from my sister since 1977, when my mother passed away in Germany. So, lost contact. (family-related stuff, of course).

After graduation we ended up in Canada 1976. Got myself a job (first with TELUS/then AGT, Edmonton, Alberta). Following, many years working in Alberta’s oil industry, until the late 1980s, when the Canadian Government program (NEP) pretty much wrecked this industry, leaving many of us loosing their jobs and looking elsewhere for contract work in Ontario. (Myself included, on the road with my old Dodge farm truck.).

During this period of (system contract work), I eventually ended up in Alberta again, and in the summer of 1992 doing some computer development work for Canadian Utilities in Edmonton.  I decided to post a classified ad in the Bargain Finder Press, Edmonton. Trying to find my sister in Germany (Name, last known address).

The ad read: “URGENT, HL (my sister’s name), please contact your sister (my name) in Canada, Tel. #.” One day I received a call from a man in Germany, telling me he saw the ad and knows my sister. And will tell her.  Two days later, sitting at my desk, programming computer stuff, my sister is on the line. From then on, gradually resuming long lost contacts and telephone connections again.

You see how small the world is. However, there are still some dear people I have been trying to locate over the years, unsuccessfully. Even traveling as far as Tunesia.

[BTW. I never actually used the Bargain Finder Press for posting anything after that. SHAME ON ME !]

Lands without borders. What can be easier and less stressful. In the past when I revisited Europe (that was before the pandemic) I always stayed the minimum of three months, which in my case is also the maximum allowable – as a Canadian. It has happened, when last in Berlin, Germany,  2010, I needed an extension visa, as my stay there at a vacation apartment in Berlin-Kreuzberg had been over four months. For that purpose I needed to stand in line at a local immigration center. All others who were also waiting in line – mostly from the Middle East wearing a hijab, or Africans – staring at me. A former German, being born in that country, having left that country in 1965, and now a “foreign Canadian”.  I got my extension visa for 10€. During this same stay in Berlin, I had also booked an 8-day trip to Saint Petersburg, Russia. Difficult to get a visa for Russia. In Berlin, I stood in line outside the Russian Consulate with mostly Russians and Germans, requiring visas. Mine was automatically refused, because I am Canadian, and as such I needed to return to Canada, apply there for a Russian visa.

What I needed is proof of residency in Germany. Not easy with a stay in a vacation apartment. I went to see the local city department for getting a residency form. The lady there refused. I begged her, (I had already booked the trip and paid for it). Finally, she gave in and gave me this form. (Why was that possible ? because I speak the language.)

Returning to the Russian Consulate, – standing in line again – an agent finally granted me a big nice one-page colourful visa for one month. How nice ! In general I found that visiting Russia had been otherwise stress free. Language-wise, one can talk to people, sometimes German, often French. No problem. Easiest travel was from Germany to Spain, airport to airport, you arrive in Spain, walk out without any border controls.

Several times I booked a stay for longer than 3 months. When leaving the country, border controls any country never seem to care, but when arriving back in Vancouver, Canada, they make a big fuss about one day longer.

I know Europe so well, being born there, worked in many countries, travelled extensively everywhere, never had a real problem. Borders are so close. Often booking a months’ long stay in one country allows to just walk over a bridge to be in another. And the best of this is, to speak all those different languages.

Grenzgebiete – border areas. A good example is the most southern part of Germany with one of the biggest lakes Lake Constance (Bodensee), 570 km². Konstanz, the largest city on the borders of this lake is a delightful very old city, which during WWII did not get bombed out, because of its vicinity to Switzerland. [The burghers simply turned off their light during the bombing raids, and being this close to the Swiss border, got saved].  The house where I rented was very old, thick stone walls, Roman origin, no Internet of course. A nearby public library had access, though.

I spent four months there and made many trips to Switzerland, you can almost walk there from the city. Re-visiting Geneva, where I worked for UNESCO/BIE for my last assignment, before leaving for the United States. The lake, one of the largest, which shares three countries – Austria, Germany, Switzerland. All easily and fast to visit, from Konstanz. [In Europe I always use the train.]. Another trip to Austria, and further on to Vienna. All so close. When on the train to Geneva, there were camouflaged) border controls, checking passengers. Just walking through.

France – my favorite country. The southern part by the Mediterranean See, a hop and a skip from Italy, Monaco, and across to North Africa. Tunisia – no visa required for up to 120 days (I spent months there); Morocco, can stay for 90 days; my last visits 2012. Tunisia border controls – beware. In the 1970s I had overstayed my visit, and the plane to return to Holland only flew once a week. Twice I could not return. Then the next week, a Dutch pilot and his crew simply took me in the middle, walking up to the plane. To get out. These border controls are carrying arms. So are the Federales in Mexico.

Many changes since the 1960s, travelling from North Germany to Berlin, at that time still occupied and shared by four countries. Dangerous. Special trains, because many East Germans trying to flee the DDR (East Germany), hiding underneath a train. The Stasi and VoPo controlling all passengers. [What I did is, not take any compromising passport with me- like when I worked for the European Space Agency/ESTEC in Holland. If someone asked, what I do: “I am just a simple secretary.”].

Now all this has changed over the years. I wonder how it works out now, with the UK out of the EU. As a Canadian and a visitor I can stay in the UK for up to 6 months, as this is all part of the British Commonwealth.

[Nowadays, the British monarchy rules over 15 remaining realms, including the United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, Jamaica, Antigua and Barbuda, the Bahamas, Belize, Grenada, Papua New Guinea, Solomon Islands, St. Kitts and Nevis, St. Lucia, St. Vincent and the Grenadines, and Tuvalu.Sep 22, 2022].

With all this said and done, Imagine North America – where I arrived 1974 in the USA – then since 1976 Canada, it is huge. In fact Canada is so huge, takes a lifetime to see all of it. Nice ? yes, lots of space, but can also be boring at times. Still, Canada is the safest country to live.

NATURE – the most worthwhile cause for preservation and conservation, a healer, a life saver.

Leaving your estate to a good cause is the most rewarding action one can take, even if there is family to consider. Since seven years ago, when making my will, deciding to leave my estate to various charities (among others the major part of it to the Nature Conservancy of Canada, NCC), I feel good about myself and my decision.

And since surrounding myself with nature I feel better, and lead a better life. Visiting our parks, and surrounding myself with my own gardens at home here. Talking about parks: In all my travels and residing or working abroad – from Scandinavia to North Africa, Russia, North America to Mexico and all countries in Europe – I have not come across such a beautiful park as right here, ten minutes from where I live (Beacon Hill Park, Victoria, BC).

[Note. Parks are the most worthwhile attempt to recreate nature, while natural habitats are more than than, they are giving back to nature.]

[This post is not about all those travels and visits of nature areas, else I could fill a book with it. It is only to remind others what a good idea and feeling it is to leave behind for NATURE CONSERVATION. Protect nature from development, being run over by humanity and high risers, and above all help restore natural areas, thereby giving back to wildlife. What they deserve.]

YET, it is wonderful to witness how many efforts are made worldwide to do just that.

Canada, the second largest country (after Russia), with almost 3.85 million sq.miles. How many wild places do we still have ? Only about 23 per cent of Canada’s land habitats are still wild, and the oceans are even worse off – with only 13 per cent untouched by humans. That makes for about seven million square kilometers of wild land and another two million square kilometers of untouched ocean.Nov 1, 2018.

[ https://globalnews.ca/news/4620290/canada-worlds-wildlife-save-it/ .

And who can be held responsible for large-scale destruction and exploitation of the last wild places ? Mostly Governments. Who are afraid to make the right decisions and pass the right laws, because of fear not being re-elected.

[ https://news.mongabay.com/2021/04/with-british-columbias-last-old-growth-at-risk-government-falters-critics/ ]

My photos CLICK HERE: [ https://photos.app.goo.gl/ZGgGoNeyQ5Uxt2iy9 ]

Bicycle instead of driving

BYCICLING or Cycling – one of the most rewarding activities and exercises. Once the bitter cold slowly gives way to (rather late spring), we see more bicycles on the road. Today was my first cycling trip for this year 2022 since last Fall. Until then, my bike only sits still in my office.

We had one of the coldest winters last winter on record. It still is cold. But with layers of warm clothing, it works. Meanwhile our City had built and installed many cycling lanes, roads still shared with cars, but priority for bikers.

Since last year I have been getting stiffer with arthritis problems also in both hands. I was afraid that my 21-speed would give me problems for operating the gears with my fingers. It damn well hurt. However, as usual, cycling makes you always feel good. Especially after you come home. Here in Victoria, Vancouver Island, we have lots of steep uphill climbs, because this entire island is of volcanic rock. That was tough. The first hill did not get up all the way, thought I get a heart attack.

But I know, it always gets better with regular practice. And it really makes you feel good.

HAPPY CYCLING !

UPDATE 19 August 22: BIG SHOUT-OUT for the nice ladies who helped me two days ago when I fell, with my bike. After stopping and trying to get my left leg over the frame – it’s a step thru, but not low enough, causing me again to loose my balance and fall hard onto my back and injure my lower spine and right knee. What a bummer ! One of the ladies (Lexi) walked with me through the Park, the other lady told me she is a nurse. So nice – muchos gracias to you. After slowly walking my bikem at the other end of our big Park, met another lady, asked her for cold water – it was very hot. She also turned out to be a nurse at the Jubilee Hospital, Victoria. Her name Doris. She gave me a knee brace and helped me put it on.

Again MANY, MANY THANKS TO ALL THOSE NICE LADIES. After hours, slowly walking home, I made it. What a day !

Seems like a long time ago. Cannes, the Côte d'Azur, the Mediterranian Sea, next door to Nice, then a bit further up the coast is Italy, just a 'stone's throw away'. In the winter of 2015 I traveled to the South of France, to spend three months in a wonderful (AirBnB) rental studio in Cannes, Rue des Fauvettes, Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, situated just a step away from the old town down the hill towards the Mediterranean Sea.
As all cities along this stretch of coast are steep downhill because of the mountain range along the entire coast line
[ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massif_de_l%27Esterel ], in the morning to go for groceries I had to walk down a steep incline. Mostly there were steps to get down into the inner market streets where all the nice little stores, open air food markets and Algerian souks were. Including outside cafes - a cup of espresso was €1 only. I had rented for full three months with a very nice French lady, who became my friend. As French speaking traveler, no problem for me. 
My flight from Vancouver Airport to Paris was not less than adventurous. Leaving November 8,2015, arriving France November 9.  Just in time to experience some fallout from the November terrorist attacks on Paris 
[ https://www.bbc.com/news/topics/cvdzvmjevl3t/november-2015-paris-attacks ]. Turmoil at the biggest airport in France, wait times, special security measures. I had to continue my flight to Nice, Côte d'Azur, as Cannes does not have an airport. [Cannes, famous for its https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannes_Film_Festival ]. Arriving at my destination in Cannes late evening November 10 by Bus from Nice Airport, without my suit case, lost at the airport in Paris. But arriving en retard 2 days later.
I made many wonderful excursions from Cannes along this coast line to both sides, Marseille, and especially Italy. across the border, buy a big panettoni for Christmas (which, by the way, I took home to Canada in my suitcase). Several excursions also to Monaco, Monte Carlo.
CHRISTMAS bus trip to Italy. Leaving with a group on December 23 for five days to spend Christmas around the many famous holy places so special during the Christmas season.
Its theme was Francesco de Assisi - Saint Francis of Assisi [ https://www.franciscanmedia.org/saint-of-the-day/saint-francis-of-assisi ]. The Bus left very early from Cannes, then via Nice Airport and from there towards Umbria, Italy. Umbria, a region in central Italy whose capital is Perugia. 
Driving through this area of Italy which is so well known, past Tuscany and flat or hilly landscapes, in winter is different. No hot sun, but higher elevations so foggy that visibility was mostly limited. We stopped at night at various hotels in medieval towns in Umbria, Arezzo, Perugia, Spoleto, Assisi,visiting many towns and medieval places of worship, cathedrals and churches, including the birthplace of Saint Francis de Assisi. Lots of tourists during the Christmas season.  [ https://www.italia.it/en/assisi-and-the-basilica-of-st-francis ],
[ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basilica_of_Saint_Francis_of_Assisi ].
Being among strangers and not with my family, who reside in The Netherlands (far away) - for me, this had been just another historically different, but very interesting excursion. The 24th of December, Christmas Eve, we stopped and stayed at a hotel in Arezzo, before continuing on to Perugia on the 25th. There was so much to take in, each day on this short trip from morning till late afternoon visiting churches and cathedrals. Returning Cannes late on the 27th. [Frankly, this must have been the last Bus tour I have taken with a group of unknown people.].
Leaving next day 28th for Eindhoven, Netherlands, to visit my family for New Years. Back to Cannes the 2nd of January 2016, a new year, new adventures. 




 

Recent heat wave here in Western Canada, British Columbia, was over 40C in most areas. Resulting among others in over 400 deaths in the Vancouver area alone, mostly among seniors. [ https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/sudden-deaths-heat-wave-b-c-1.6086770 ], deaths related to this heat.

For the past 50 years in Canada I have been subjected to many heat waves, some during travel for work (Ottawa) and also Quebec, Montreal, during summer. I learned then that in addition to drinking lots of water, which really is only for your inside, that also the outside of your body, the skin, is heating up tremendously.

One fact is: Heat always rises, while water always runs down. Meaning, that during a heat wave, the body temperature rises, and the upper part of the body needs to be cooled down as long as the heat wave lasts, that means 24/seven.

How to take at least simple precautions: Use a cotton kerchief for the neck (I have many from my Cowboy days in Alberta), soak it thoroughly in cold water and tie it around your neck. This prevents heat rising to you head, and knock you out. Secondly, soak your T-shirt in cold water and wear it. As the body heats up, this needs to be repeated hourly. In addition, if I have to go out somewhere, always take a bottle of cold water, to re-soak and drink. I have done this regularly for every bicycle trip as well.

I survived this last heat wave, alone, without anybody helping me, and I am over 80 years old.