Saturday, January 6, 2018

Christmas Markets and New Years Eve in Berlin

After our trip to Cuba in November, we realized quickly that the turnaround trip from the US to Saudi was really, really awful. So, knowing that we would be making a trip to the states for Winter Break, we decided that we had to stop along the way to break up the travel. After reviewing some of our options, we actually found that a stop in Germany would be the same flight cost as spending the entirety of our trip in the states. So with a little bit of research, we decided to go to Berlin for a few days on our way back.

One of the main reasons we decided on Berlin was the presence of the internationally famous Christmas markets. Every year, somewhere in between October and December, different areas of the city pop-up with Christmas markets. These markets sell handicrafts, food, drinks, play holiday music, and promote a festive atmosphere. In choosing Berlin, we were choosing one of the places that would still have many Christmas markets open after Christmas, and therefore during our time there.

We landed in Berlin at 9am, after a long flight from New York City. Our original plan was to check in to our hotel early, get a few hours of sleep, and then head out to the city for exploring. Unfortunately, when we arrived at our hotel, we were told that this would simply not be an option. The rooms wouldn’t be ready until the afternoon. So we left our luggage at the front desk, and despite not having slept in two days, we went out. It took us nearly no time to find the first market. The smell of pine trees, citrus and nutmeg from mulled wine, roasting bratwurst, and beer filled the air to make the most unique blend of scent. I loved it. We went to two Christmas markets on our first afternoon. We sampled as much of the local fare as possible. We checked out the handicrafts, watched people sing and dance, and even had a warm drink or two by the ice skating rink. I think the best moment of that afternoon was an ice skater leaving the
rink, promptly slipping and falling HARD, popping back up at the mulled wine counter and proclaiming “HALLOWWW!” before ordering more wine. There was no sense of embarrassment. No shame. Nothing but pure charisma and desire for wine. If there is one thing a clumsy man falling on ice repeatedly needs, it’s warm wine to stabilize him. After a few hours of wandering around the market, we went to our hotel to check in, and got that nap we needed. We loaded up on some groceries, had a nice dinner, and went to bed early that night to catch up on our rest.

The next day, we woke up well rested and went out into the city again. We found our way down museum island and to the famous Brandenburg Gate. We checked out beautiful churches and modern museums along the way as we discussed our options for New Year’s Eve. Traditionally, Shannon and I have traveled on New Year’s Eve because it is cheap. We haven’t had a chance to go out and celebrate a New Year’s Eve in years. Previous years have included jumping over the straw ano viejo’s of Ecuador, dodging the poor vuedas, and well...that’s pretty much it. As we mulled over our options, we wandered over to another Christmas market, this one even bigger than the last.

It had many of the same things as the previous day’s with the exception of proper sit down restaurants, live music, and more of everything. There were more options for crafts. There were more options for beer, more for wine, more for food. We again walked up and down the alleyways sampling whatever struck us as interesting. We had bratwurst, pretzels, baked and seasoned cheese balls, and even a turkey sandwich made from a slot roasted 25lb turkey on a spit.

After getting our fill, we went back to the hotel and decided to relax for an hour or two before gearing up to go out for New Year’s Eve. We decided that since we were well rested, in a new city, and within walking distance, we would join the expected 1,000,000+ people for the New Year celebration at the Brandenburg Gate. There would be food, live music, drinks, and...a million people....But we went for it. We got dressed and ready and walked ourselves all the way there.


When we got there, the crowd was intense. Hoards of people crowding and pushing their way through security checkpoints made me feel claustrophobic, but we made it through and to the party area. We arrived at about 8:00pm and found a spot right in the middle. At that time, it wasn’t too crowded. You could even turn around if you wanted to. We decided on the middle because the back was kind of far from the music, and the front was a little too densely populated. We picked a spot near the vendors we needed, and near some bathrooms. The concert viewing area was about 50 feet wide, by a mile long. Food and drink vendors were set up along the sides and screens and speakers were setup throughout the area so people could enjoy the party. The show featured a wide variety of artists, from German hip-hop (that’s fun) to 80s classics, to pop and rock cover bands. It was really interesting. At around 10, the full prediction of 1,000,000+ people seemed to come to fruition. It got packed. At one point, I took a photo above my head of the crowd in front of us, and behind us and looked at it in amazement at the sheer number of bodies that fit into that space. It was remarkable.

Also, this may be an over-generalization, but any time Shannon and I would go to a party, concert, or event in the states, about 80% of the people would be dancing, yelling, and swaying to the music. In South America, that went up to 100% of the people. If you weren’t doing salsa steps, spinning your dance partner, or wiggling your hips, you were weird. During this party and concert, the most in tense crowd favorites might have provoked 5% of the people to gently sway to the beat as if moved by a strong breeze. A very select few danced (less than 1%) The majority of the people stared forward and smiled if they liked it, and frowned if they didn’t. It was a really funny thing to see and a bit of a cultural difference from what we were used to. But again, I don’t mean to generalize, I am only commenting on what I saw, and what the screen showed of the usually rowdy front row patrons of the concert section. It was a subdued party to be sure.

The strangest moment of the night came when a guy came out to sing Frank Sinatra’s New York New York. One would think you need to make a decision on the song. You either sing the lyrics, or you adjust them to the city you are in. This guy did both. In one verse, he sang New York, in the next line he would sing Berlin, Berlin. It was hard to keep track of and it was an executive decision that confused the crowd more than hyped them up.

As midnight approached, the headliners showed up and played Cotton-Eye-Joe and Rhythm is a Dancer. It would take me less than a minute to look up who the artists were who played those songs, but needless to say, it isn’t necessary. However, it is interesting that these weren’t covers, they were the real deal. Who would have thought those two groups were available for concerts in 2018!?

As the clock struck midnight and we were serenaded by Cotton-Eye-Joe, we watched a beautiful fireworks display light up the German sky. We shared the moment with our 1,000,000 newest, albeit subdued friends and went for the exits. We began our hour long hike back to the hotel and when we left the park, we were greeted by a scene from a movie. Glass bottles were being thrown. Fires lined the sidewalks. Fireworks were being thrown into the sky and into crowds of people. One landed a mere six feet away from Shannon and I. It was intense. Smoke from fireworks filled the air and the sound of crashing bottles echoed from the building walls. People were selling pretzels, sausage, and champagne on the street, and seemingly everyone in the street was up to mischief. I don’t want to misrepresent the event, we didn’t see any violence or ill will towards anyone. It was more of a celebratory spirit and some dangerously poor decisions being made regarding fireworks. Nothing too crazy, just a little hectic for our taste.

When we got back to the hotel, we sent our Happy New Year texts to our friends and family (although we were a few hours ahead of them on that) and went to bed, exhausted again. It was definitely a unique experience for us, and one we haven’t often found ourselves in, and probably won’t again for a while. To have been at a historically significant landmark, watching live music, and “partying” while in Berlin was surreal. It’s something I won’t forget.

The remaining time we spent in Berlin was focused on relaxing, reading, checking out some of their malls for Shannon to shop, and some cool historical sites; which we visited all on the same day. We woke up early and picked up some coffee to go on our way out the hotel door. We walked about 35 minutes from our hotel to the famous 'Checkpoint Charlie' section of what was once the Berlin wall. There were some walls built around to show some of the historical significance of the area and we ready a bit about it. For here. But in short, it was a demarcation zone for the Berlin Wall, separating communist East Germany from the democratic West Germany. It was the only gateway that East Germany allowed diplomats or military personnel to cross. It was also the site of one of the most dramatic and tense Cold War showdowns between Soviet and US tanks facing off, and at one point was used as the primary location for prisoner swaps. It was an area of high tension, high surveillance, and an important historical landmark site. Now it is largely a tourist spot to visit, get information, and stand on the ground where history once took place.
those who aren't familiar, they can read more about it

When we were done, we walked another few blocks to see the Topography of Terror museum. The name conjures up a horrific experience, we enjoyed the history it had to offer and the historical significance as well; and it was appropriately named. The Topography of Terror museum is the former location of the Nazi SS headquarters. What once stood there has now been reconstructed as a museum to the history of the Nazi party, the Holocaust, and Germany during pre, during, and post WWII Germany. The museum was fascinating and included a lot of truly horrific detail. The museum curators did a great job of representing the time period with honesty, reflection, and unfiltered access. The museum was packed, but not a word was uttered as we went through the exhibits. It was incredibly powerful, sad, and moving.

After the Topography of Terror museum, we walked a few more blocks to the monument to the Memorial of Murdered Jews in Europe. This was an outdoor museum which kind of resembled a cemetery. Throughout the cemetery, there were large concrete blocks arranged in rows, of varying heights. There were a total of 2,711. The ground in the middle sloped downward as well. The blocks were meant to represent the illusion of order and disorder as well as a symbol of loneliness, powerlessness, and despair. It is not technically a Holocaust memorial, but theoretically given the title and the sheer magnitude of the Holocaust, it effectively serves as one in this context. Although this serves as a contentious topic for those critical of the memorial. However, we found it interesting and worthwhile to visit.

After that, we went back to the hotel. Our last bit of time was spent exploring more of the city, going out for meals, wandering through an area of town called museum island, checking out various coffee shops, and relaxing. We had a truly wonderful time in Berlin and enjoyed all of the sites, the festivities, and culinary offerings we found. We are glad to have spent the beginning of our 2018 in Berlin and will remember our visit fondly.  

Monday, January 1, 2018

Christmas in NY/NJ

As I am writing this, we are wrapping up an incredible Winter Break. We wrapped up Semester 1 at school prior to the break, so we had a few days of intense grading, prep, essay reviews, and lesson planning before we left. So basically, all of the worst parts of being an educator, without the good stuff, the day to day interactions with students. So by the time we were truly on break, we were well overdue and ready for it.

As soon as it actually started, we hopped aboard the first possible flight to the states and flew across the world and landed in New York. Groggy and out of it, we found our way to a taxi and got in a cab to Shannon’s sisters’ apartment. We wandered over to our favorite bagel shop in the city, loaded up on lunch (which at this point had no meaning to us since our body clocks said it should have been 1am, not lunch time) and we ate it all up before going to dinner in Brooklyn at Meagan’s boyfriend’s apartment.

Early the next morning, we got ourselves a rental car and drove down to New Jersey. On the way, Shannon and I met up with my niece and sister and had a visit with a long lost family member who we hadn’t seen in about twenty years. We had lunch, caught up, shared some stories, and went on our way. It was a great way to really start our visit.

After that, we went straight to our hotel to drop off the many things we were lugging around, and to wrap presents of course. Given that we live in Saudi now, and no one from my home town knows much about it, there is a natural inclination of curiosity and all things Saudi. So as Christmas presents, Shannon and I brought back some Saudi goods. We had scarves, wooden jewelry boxes, camel milk chocolates, blankets, art, and of course, stuffed camels for the children. After wrapping it all up, we went out to a party at our friends’ house. We were able to meet up with three of the four guys in my wedding party, their families, and countless other friends. Well, not really countless. I would say the numbers were somewhere in the range of thirty people. We caught up with them and their families, shared stories and food, and of course, gave the gifts we brought.

The next day, Christmas Eve, we went to my grandma's house for a big breakfast. We met up with my sister and niece again, along with my cousin and his girlfriend, my aunt, and obviously my grandma. We ate a ton of delicious food and again shared presents and stories.

We left after breakfast and went to the movies with my sister and niece, where we saw Star Wars: The Last Jedi. We absolutely loved it. My niece is 7 as well, so she’s old enough to get the stories, idolize Rey, and yet still young enough to be enveloped in a good narrative. As a fan of the movies for my whole life, it was really cool to see her enjoy it through her eyes. We talked about it all after we left and said our goodbyes.

Then, we went to my mom’s house and made a big Christmas dinner with all of the necessary components. We had a big ham, green beans, and the whole deal. I also prepped the meal for the next day, the big Christmas Day dinner. I seasoned the turkey, peeled potatoes for mashed potatoes, and helped taste test my mom’s famous pumpkin cheesecake. We hung out with her, watched some movies, and again, caught up on our stories. We really wanted to spend some quality time with my mom. It’s always important, especially when you don’t see relatives often. But this year in particular was important to us. Our family has always made a big deal about Christmas. We spend a lot of time together, we have our own specific traditions and routines, and we really focus on enjoying each other’s company. We knew this year would be especially hard on my mom since it was the first Christmas she would be spending alone. My stepdad, Jeff, passed away last February, so in addition to having a naturally tough time coping with that, our whole family knew that without his gregarious, generous, happy, magnetic presence, this Christmas was going to be tough on everyone. It was really important to spend some time with my mom as a result.

The next day, Christmas morning, we slept in. If you are following the progression of this trip, we did all of that in less than 48 hrs, while dealing with no sleep, and jet lag. So the sleeping in was needed. When we got up, we went over to my mom’s place to help her make Christmas dinner. We watched the NBA’s Christmas Day games (featuring my beloved 76ers beating the Knicks) and watched a few classic Christmas movies. We spent the entirety of the day there hanging out. At one point we went for a walk through the park by my mom’s apartment (which is hard now as she is still regaining mobility post-stroke) and enjoyed the biting temperatures of 15 degrees. At around 5, we wrapped up the food as best as we could and took it over to my sister’s house for a big proper meal with her, my brother-in-law, and my niece.

The following morning, we did our usual running around to grocery stores, Target, and the mall to pick up things we would need for when we returned home to Saudi. Then we went back to my mom’s place to spend some more time hanging out. In the late afternoon, we met up with my mom, grandma, sister, niece, and Shannon’s family! Her parents had flown in from Florida to hang out in New York City with her sisters and us. They drove down from NYC to see another family member and then drove to meet us for dinner. This was a big deal to Shannon and I, as we were unable to get the whole family together prior to this. Like ever. Shannon and I have been together for about 5 years, and our families have never met! Not even at the wedding. My sister was able to come, but that’s it! So to have so much of my family, and her family sitting together to enjoy a meal was really special to me. It always seemed inevitable but distance and circumstance always made it tough. We enjoyed our meal together and said our goodbyes to my family before hitting the road to drive up to New York again.

These trips are always busy because we need to fit in visiting time with everyone, and usually, everyone is curious about what we’re up to. So we often end up telling different versions of the same stories 7-8 times. It’s a small price to pay for quality time with people that we don’t usually get to spend time with. We had a wonderful time with all of our friends and family. We did all of the above in three days! It was a very condensed visit, but certainly worthwhile and fantastic.

When we got to NY, we promptly crashed from exhaustion. We slept through the night, and most of the next day. When we did wake up, we ate, walked around, watched a movie or two, and crashed again. Despite being six people in a two bedroom apartment in NYC, I don’t think I saw the outside that day. It was strictly for hanging out and recuperation.

The next day however, we hit the ground running. We woke up and went to the Met to see some art and culture. We were in New York afterall. We got in line and waited in line as the life slowly seeped out of us. The temperature was nothing short of catastrophic. We would have needed the girth and wool of a mastadon to have found that tolerable, but after waiting for twenty minutes, we made it inside and slowly regained feeling in our appendages.

We wandered a bit and saw some cool Roman antiquities before finding our way over to the exhibit we came for, Michelangelo. There was a traveling exhibit featuring many of Michelangelo’s sketches, paintings, sculptures, and even some renderings he used in preparation for the Sistine Chapel. It was amazing. I took a few photos where I could to share with my students. (we reviewed the Renaissance and Enlightenment in my World History class) The art was spectacular and the exhibit was packed. In each room, it felt like there was more mass of bodies and winter coats than there was air. Despite my admiration for the art, I moved quickly throughout the exhibit.

Once I was finished with the Michelangelo exhibit, I wandered to another traveling exhibit by David Hockney. I don’t want to sound pretentious, or like I am pretending to know what I’m talking about with art, but I found his use of color and shapes really compelling. It was an impressive exhibit as well.

When we were done, we all hopped on the subway and went to the Washington Square Arch to see the art installation exhibit of another artist, Ai Weiwei. From what I know about Weiwei, he is political activist and artist who has had a bit of a contentious relationship with the Chinese government and their treatment of their citizens, and their take on censorship. We saw the exhibit and stopped for some soul warming ramen at a local restaurant before calling it a night.

Shannon’s parents left that night, and we left the following morning. Our trip to New Jersey and New York was about 7 days in all, but was jam-packed with events, art, family time, meals, movies, parties, dinners, and presents. It was an amazing trip home and one that left us sad to depart again for the other side of the world. It was an amazing trip and one that we relish having had the opportunity to make this Christmas.