Montserrat is a Monastery which I believe it the sister monestary to the one in Barcelona that I stayed at when I went to Spain 10 years ago. Given this trip was a bit hampered by the rain, I didn't really get much about the history other than that so I need to do some reading. I believe this is where miracles are said to have occured and on a sunny day you can hike around and walk through the stations of the cross. The altitude is 10,000 feet so the altitude had a little bit of an affect on me. (Actually, that started in Bogota). Despite the fact that it rained AND hailed, I thought the views were amazing. The mist and clouds created a very surreal, majestic view of the mountains above and the city below. The rain, however, was not as much fun for kids….
Friday, December 26, 2008
A view from the mountains



Christmas Eve Day Mike took me and the kids out for a drive through the mountains. Bogota is the capitol of Colombia with about 7m in habitants. It's located in the Andes mountains at an altitude around 8000 ft. So, the city is huge, quite sprawling, and the views are amazing. Mike drove us around in an armored vehicle which essentially is a suburban truck with bullet proof glass windows that don’t roll down. I didn’t get a picture but we certainly stand out compared to all the little cars on the road. It was a beautiful day so I took some pictures of from the mountains of the views of the city below.
Christmas in Colombia
Colombia is apparently 90% or more Catholic so Christmas here is a big thing. We opened presents Christmas morning. Santa was very good to Max and Maggie and we went and saw some of the light in the parks. Below are some pictures of Christmas morning at the Colombia Flynn’s as well as the awesome light and nativity scenes by day and night.
Bogota - Getting There
I arrived in Bogota Colombia via Medellin. Other than Hola, cervasa and playa, I don’t speak a word of Spanish so going through customs in Medellin was a little bit of an unknown. They didn’t have the “transfer” line I have seen in most other international airports through which I have traveled. Fortunately, they gentleman sitting next to me on the plane spoke English and at least pointed me in the right direction. Then I gave my bags to a stranger who spoke no English but was wearing an airline outfit, walked OUTSIDE the airport in order to re-enter and sat in a very dark terminal waiting for my plane. Incidentally, no one checked my ID. Other than that, the trip there was smooth. My brother Mike and our “security escort” were waiting for me at baggage claim in bogota with an armored vehicle that looked like the A-team van!
Friday, May 9, 2008
Teaching English
As I mentioned, the volunteer assignment I had was teaching conversational English to women aged 18 and up. I would say the average was 30, but they ranged from 18 to 50. It was a very interesting opportunity and perfect for what me. I mean, really who do you know that talks more than I do??!
(Below: Class teaching me a local dance and performing a skit)


Actually, it was harder than I thought and from a “responsibility” and creativity standpoint. My co-teacher, Marissa, and I had to fill 1 ½ hours each day. Marissa had some training and experience doing this, so she created a format for the class and the rest of the work was us brainstorming topics and content. We created lesson plans around topics of interest: cooking, their daily routine, going to the doctor, going to the market, pop culture, world news and events, family, dreams, life goals and experiences, etc. This was quite fun for us because we learned a lot of things from these women.
(Below: Yamine was the Sayhog Center Coordinator on the left. Some of the women just "holied" us.)

One of the most interesting topics we discussed was about their town: What it was like 10 years ago, what it is like today and what they would like it to be in 5 years. They all said their town used to be cleaner and less crowded and in the future, they would like better roads interconnecting the towns and Internet for everyone. WOW. I was totally amazed by these responses. To put some context around my amazement, you should know that the class was almost cancelled before I arrived because the women were going to have to walk 3 kilometers away every day to get water for their homes due to the water shortage – thankfully, they did not have to and class went on. They can’t even count on a regular, sustainable water supply and their first instinct was to wish for roads and Internet.
We also talked about what they do for fun and watching television with their family was a significant part of their daily routine. All the women were impacted by television: asking us questions about the presidential election, following gossip of American and Bollywood stars, and aspirations to travel to places like Switzerland and Paris. I read that the government has helped subsidize buying TVs, getting networks on the air over the last 20 years and about a controversial collaboration between India and the US to offer a culturally appropriate version of Sesame Street to India a few years back.
For my industry colleagues (or just me) who have doubted that what we do for a living matters, it does. (Ok, they didn’t ask for DVR – but obviously the Internet and TV are HUGE influencers on their dreams, aspirations, education, socialization, and current culture clash challenges.)
(Below: Class playing vocab bingo and Marissa and I with Namita and her son)


I was relieved when it was over because it was hard to come up with lesson plans and teach a class to motivated, hard working adults who didn’t have to come to our class. They took over two hours out of their busy days with work, family and in some cases school responsibility to come to our class every day of their own volition. We had to make it worth that effort for them. I am not sure if we succeeded, but we did have a lot of fun, I learned a lot and was surprised how sad I was when I left when they all presented me with thank you gifts!
(Below: On my last day, we attempted to teach the electric slide. Another volunteer in the kids class next door, Arlene, came over to help me because my co teacher was too young to know the electric slide! Yikes that made me feel old. The ladies also demonstrated one of their dances)


(Below: Class teaching me a local dance and performing a skit)
Actually, it was harder than I thought and from a “responsibility” and creativity standpoint. My co-teacher, Marissa, and I had to fill 1 ½ hours each day. Marissa had some training and experience doing this, so she created a format for the class and the rest of the work was us brainstorming topics and content. We created lesson plans around topics of interest: cooking, their daily routine, going to the doctor, going to the market, pop culture, world news and events, family, dreams, life goals and experiences, etc. This was quite fun for us because we learned a lot of things from these women.
(Below: Yamine was the Sayhog Center Coordinator on the left. Some of the women just "holied" us.)
One of the most interesting topics we discussed was about their town: What it was like 10 years ago, what it is like today and what they would like it to be in 5 years. They all said their town used to be cleaner and less crowded and in the future, they would like better roads interconnecting the towns and Internet for everyone. WOW. I was totally amazed by these responses. To put some context around my amazement, you should know that the class was almost cancelled before I arrived because the women were going to have to walk 3 kilometers away every day to get water for their homes due to the water shortage – thankfully, they did not have to and class went on. They can’t even count on a regular, sustainable water supply and their first instinct was to wish for roads and Internet.
We also talked about what they do for fun and watching television with their family was a significant part of their daily routine. All the women were impacted by television: asking us questions about the presidential election, following gossip of American and Bollywood stars, and aspirations to travel to places like Switzerland and Paris. I read that the government has helped subsidize buying TVs, getting networks on the air over the last 20 years and about a controversial collaboration between India and the US to offer a culturally appropriate version of Sesame Street to India a few years back.
For my industry colleagues (or just me) who have doubted that what we do for a living matters, it does. (Ok, they didn’t ask for DVR – but obviously the Internet and TV are HUGE influencers on their dreams, aspirations, education, socialization, and current culture clash challenges.)
(Below: Class playing vocab bingo and Marissa and I with Namita and her son)
I was relieved when it was over because it was hard to come up with lesson plans and teach a class to motivated, hard working adults who didn’t have to come to our class. They took over two hours out of their busy days with work, family and in some cases school responsibility to come to our class every day of their own volition. We had to make it worth that effort for them. I am not sure if we succeeded, but we did have a lot of fun, I learned a lot and was surprised how sad I was when I left when they all presented me with thank you gifts!
(Below: On my last day, we attempted to teach the electric slide. Another volunteer in the kids class next door, Arlene, came over to help me because my co teacher was too young to know the electric slide! Yikes that made me feel old. The ladies also demonstrated one of their dances)
Sunday, April 6, 2008
24 hrs in Jordan





I arrived in Jordan on April second via a connection in Bahrain. I have to say, I stopped at the McDonalds for lunch at 10:30 in the morning! (It was 1:30 my time and I hadn't had red meat in a month...does that make it ok?) Unfortunately, there were no shamrock shakes here!
First site I saw out of the airport was a military helicopter with what I thought was a refueling thing (technical term -- sorry Dad and Jim!) flying so I took a picture hoping that when I zoomed in I could see if it was a CH 53 E. I don't think it is but will leave that up to Dad.
The next day, I went to Israel by the King Hussein Bridge. I have some more pictures but apparently could go to jail for taking them so won't post those until I leave this country! ... Just a teaser for Jerusalem, Jerash and Petra pictures to come soon!
My ride back to Delhi




Apparently all the guide books say women shouln't travel alone in taxis in India. I had a four hour drive back from Agra to Dehli alone. Fortunately, the driver had been pre-arranged by a travel agent, but still I was a little uncomfortable. Nice enough kid from Nepal originally -- but kept looking at me and wanted to take MY picture! Anyway, I was pretty happy once I got to my hotel -- albeit feeling a little guilty about staying at such a nice place in the middle of everything I experienced and saw around India.
Here are some sites from my drive back.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
To the Taj







Just a short note from Jerusalem. I can't actually keep up with a blog since I am actually traveling and touring -- but here's a quick look.
Went to Agra to see the Taj Mahal a week ago. Traveled by plane from the Dharamsala airport which was about the size of the one in Wings but spankin brand new. I don't think they checked my passport but I was really excited that they had electric hand dryers in the airport bathroom. We drove from Delhi to Agra. I traveled with 3 other ladies from my CCS program - Polly, Tanya and Amy.
Taj was beautiful! We got into Agra at 1 am and got up at 5:30 to see the Taj at sunrise since that is supposed to be the best time. Unfortunately, we missed the sunrise anyway because the line was so long to get in. Fortunately, it was overcast and there wasn't much of a sunrise. It was BEAUTIFUL. Here are just a sampling of the pictures.
By the way -- you husbands out there who a) love your wives and b) think you will outlive them better start saving your poorly valued US dollars! The Taj was built by Shah Jahan as a memorial to his wife who passed away in childbirth with I think their 14th kid! He was soooo distraught, he commissioned the Taj. I overheard a tour guide say it's the first time they used the technique of carving into the marble and inserting the colored stones for the entire design. (The end of the story is sad -- one of his son's overthrew him and imprisoned him until his death -- at least he did give him a prison with a window where he could view the Taj!)
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Cooking Lessons
In our effort to "take in the culture" and help Rakesh, our cook, become the next Emeril -- I documented in full our cooking lesson. We made Vegetable Masala, Chicken Dhanaya, Corriander (cilantro) curry, Roti bread and rice pudding. It was the BEST meal that they served! Of course, I just documented the event so I can't take any credit....
My Flat
For those of you who thought I couldn't survive without a blowdryer -- just thought you should see that I can! I had a "walk in closet", a bed by the window, and quite an efficient bathroom. We only lost electricity a few times so I actually did take a candlelight shower once!
Not sure if you can read the sign from the potty, but it says to put all toilet paper in the waste bin except POOPY ones!:)
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