Berlin

Berlin was the final weekend trip in a thrilling yet tiring series of trips. Each was beautiful and fun in its own right, but we left Berlin with a certainty that it was the most important historical city of the 20th century. We took a free walking tour, which lasted 4 hours, that included the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe (within a block from the confirmed bunker in which Adolph Hitler shot himself, which is now a parking lot where all the Berliners let their dogs relieve themselves) and Checkpoint Charlie (where the US and USSR faced off at the height of the Cold War). The scars of the Berlin wall were special to me, as I remembered in awe the decision of my parents to bring their young kids to this amazing and controversial place, right after the Wall was torn down.

Needless to say we had a serious history lesson, which included a picnic and wine in the Tempelhofer Airport’s Tarmac. This is a converted park from the airport that was the site of the Berlin Airlift, potentially the most important airlift of recent generations. Certainly the most important for Berliners. With all roads and rails cutoff by the Soviets to West Berlin, the US and other Allies landed a cargo jet here every 3 minutes for a year to supply the city until the Soviets lifted the blockade. Now there are people rollerblading down the runways and landing their remote control planes, with this massive structure in the distance. It was at one time the largest building in the world by square feet, and went down far underground (we were told 20 stories down before the Soviets flooded it). The Nazis built their planes at this location underground and lifted them to the surface to take off, so they had less risk of loss. The airport is immense and the whole place feels post-apocalyptic.

On our last day we went to visit a concentration camp outside of the city. We figured this was relevant given our work at the tribunal, and it was moving. The camp, Sachsenhausen, was the administrative HQ of all concentration camps and was supposed to be the model camp of the 15,000 camps that were spread across Europe. We met a couple from Australia as we exited the tram and walked with them the 2km to the camp. It turns out that they were from Germany originally, and Ian's grandfather, Arthur, had died at Sachsenhausen during the World War II. His father was rescued by the Allies at 18 after the war and moved to Australia.

After the camp we had to hurry back across Berlin to catch our flight, but not before one last Kebap (Gyro). We stayed at the Metropol Hostel, with an amazing street vendor just out front and a good bar upstairs. We spent our nights in the neighborhood fell in love with the Kebabs (they had separate grilled veggies for Sara). So we waited in line for 45 minutes to get that last one while we watched time tick away before our flight. We had to run down to the subway, then catch a bus, made it through security in 10 minutes and barely made our flight back. It was an exciting trip through and through, and a nice weekend for Sara and I to enjoy alone. Next week Sara is off to Tennessee to Rachel's wedding (which I unfortunately could not attend) and my brother comes here to visit! A much needed taste of home for both.

Hope everyone else out there is having a good summer and staying cool! We come to the beach for the summer and The Hague has the coldest, rainiest July in history. Miss you all, be back stateside in a little over a month...

Malta

Day 1:
We spent four beautiful days in exotic Malta, and now all that remains are memories, pictures, and a peeling tan. We left early Saturday morning to take the train to Eindhoven, Netherlands, where our airport is located. One of “our crew” (Consisting of Girls: Jordan, Sara, Yaira, Boys: Arthur and Liam) missed the train and only barely caught the plane. Yet, alas! We all arrived at 3pm on the beautiful and hot island of Malta. There, Arthur, had been clever enough to procure us a “Gypsy” SUV-type car, stick shift, with no power steering. All the readers here probably know that Arthur loves a challenge (evidenced by his choice in girlfriend) and so he was extremely happy to contend with driving this animal of a machine on the left side of the road. He even successfully navigated the dozen or so roundabouts.

The first day we checked in at our adorable hostel (Splendid Hotel) at the end of the island in the city of Mellieha. It lived up to its name, with a very sweet and accommodating staff, and blessed air conditioning at only 6 euro per night. We immediately set off in the Gypsy to buy groceries for a picnic and find a remote, secluded beach area. While we were delighted when our trip down the side of the cliff resulted in a charming little secluded beach find, the couple we discovered at said secluded beach were slightly less delighted. Nonetheless, we settled our loud, American selves in and made sandwiches from a giant bag of blessedly cheap groceries.

That night we headed to the coast again (literally unavoidable on an island) and has a nice dinner overlooking the sea. Afterwards we walked back yawning after several of the weakest tequila shots ever seen.

Day 2:
We woke up and headed to a not-so secluded beach. We repeated the picnic experience from the day before but purchased both iced coffees and pitchers of Tequila Sunrises (which they called Riviera Sunsets). We swam and read for hours. That night we went back to the hotel, got dressed, and headed to Valletta where we searched, in vain, for a restaurant. First we decided to climb these beautiful cliff-side historic looking buildings (which turned out to be the Police Headquarters…) While walking around looking for something to eat, we were surprised by the firing of a canon. Yes, a real canon. To our dismay, this was followed by more canon fire, and what sounded like artillery fire. Turns out, this is an island way of celebrating, because before we knew it the Cathedral we were passing was swarmed by cheering locals as clergy carried around a statue of the local saint. Apparently, we accidentally took part in an annual religious holiday. Afterwards we found a restaurant which we chose based on its cleanliness. It turned out to be the first day the restaurant was open (hence the cleanliness), so the food was either amazing, or really bad depending on your meal.

Afterwards, we went to a beautiful park above the city where they were hosting a wine festival. The park was covered in vineyard-type vines draped in twinkling lights framing the twilight on a cliff by the ocean. Plus, there was amazing and somewhat eerie music wafting through the festival. Interestingly, there were even hookahs inside of tents where patrons lounged on silk pillows smoking flavoured Turkish tobacco. For ten euro we purchased a crystal wine glass and got a series of coupons that could be redeemed for lots of tastings, several glasses, or a couple of bottles. We all started with tastings, but there were way too many coupons for one person to use, so each of us took back a bottle of amazing Maltese wine. We returned to our hotel and went on the roof patio to drink wine under the Mediterranean stars.

Day 3
Having (clearly) had enough of the beach, we took a cruise to the Blue Lagoon (a real place) where we swam around with goggles, snorkelling through the caves. The boat was a ton of fun, with cheap drinks and food available the whole time. The entire ship ride our party of five rode at the bow of the boat, enjoying the wind, drinking Malibu and coke, and listening to the on-board DJ sing hoarsely and off-tune over outdated songs.

That evening we returned to the town of Mellieha and had a really lovely meal consisting of an entire pizza per person. Then we returned to try to finish our wine from the wine festival on the roof of the hotel (we sadly had to leave some behind).

The next morning we left the hotel at 5a.m., took the Gypsy across the island at sunrise, boarded the plane, arrived in Eindhoven, took the 1 ½ hour train back to The Hague, and returned to work sun-kissed and exhausted.

Cadets, Islands, and Germans.. oh my!

(Antwerp)

(You know it's a nice city when their train station is gold plated)

Hello again! Having too much fun to update enough. Work is incredible every day as usual. I cannot describe the rush that overcomes me every morning as I show my badge and walk through the metal detectors, it really makes me think of the importance of the Tribunal first thing everyday. For Sara, that also includes getting a second check with the wand, since apparently every one of her shoes has metal in them. We ride our bikes the 2km through rain or shine (always 70 degrees) in our dress clothes, along with everyone else here in The Hague in the finest suits I have ever seen. It is an interesting place.

If I did not mention before, the cadets are here visiting the court from Westpoint and the Air Force Academy, they gave us presentations about their schools today and tonight is their last night so we are going out to give them a proper farewell. Brian, Matt, Dave, Jenny and Chad will be missed! We were able to go to Antwerpe and Brugge with them last weekend. The train station in Antwerpe is one of the most impressive buildings I have ever seen. We parkoured all over the city at three in the morning, drank in a castle by the river, danced with some old ladies, signed a gay bachelor's chest, walked through a few dark alleys and an interesting park, and wound up on the 5th floor roof of our hostel on covert ops. Needless to say we were hurting during our trip through Brugge the next day, although it was beautiful.

Relja, another of the interns from Serbia, leaves in the next few days as well. There are coming and going parties here every week, but that does not make it any easier to say goodbye. What does make it a little easier is that we leave for Malta on Saturday morning!!! There will be a guy in the lounge in the airport waiting for us with a sign that reads "Mr. Loyd" with our glorified suzuki samuri waiting outside. It is a small island where they drive on the left-hand side of the road, and the car is a stick. It should be a great time, as long as I don't hurt any of the others that are coming with us (or anyone else for that matter). Looking forward to it Liam, Yaira, Jordan, and Sara! From what I can tell it has the climate of the virgin islands with several hundred years more history.

Oh, also I get to participate in a mock trial inside a war crimes tribunal courtroom, and it will be recorded for us to review... that is pretty exciting to me. Have a great weekend all, miss everyone back home and those who have left here.

And don't forget to check out our new pictures on Picassa. More from our island adventure in Malta coming soon!

(Main square in Antwerpe)

Work.

Sara and I have been working hard this week! I have (or will after tomorrow) been in court three days this week. I had protected witness measures "training" today in the courtroom and continue to work on written assignments as they come in. Sara's seem to be never-ending. She has three letters due out in the morning, given to her late today and very important, and has to go in early to get them finished.

On another note, we are still enjoying our time as much as ever. The US Cadets (from Westpoint and the Air Force Academy) are here visiting the Tribunal for the same program that we were involved in last year. Also, today is some sort of shopping holiday, almost as bad as Christmas shopping after Thanksgiving. All the stores are open until midnight and the discounts get bigger as the night goes on. It was a party in the streets essentially, and I started to think people were only choosing stores by the music they were playing. It was pretty fun, but as I said, I will have to be on the ball tomorrow morning in the Karadzic trial and Sara has to get her letters out.

Today we opened our first international bank accounts! Tomorrow our friend and neighbor Nenad is having his going away/birthday party, and Saturday I have some "football" to play. Hope everyone out there has a great weekend!

Family Visit

What a crazy and eventful week. Amy and Lloyd visited and stayed in Amsterdam, where we went to eat dinner with them twice. They came for a day in The Hague (Den Haag), and we also went for an evening in Rotterdam. The first night was interesting when we took a turn into the red light district after dinner, in search of chocolate dipped waffles. The hague was a fairly normal day in the life, we went out for lunch on the canal and then rode bikes and walked around town. We also showed them the farm (next to our house) and went for a walk down the beach after a picnic in our apartment.

Thursday was the interesting one. Lloyd, Sara's step-father, is 6-8 and played professional basketball in the Netherlands in 1973-74, when their team won the championship. They organized a little reunion at the former center's house (Jan Loorbach). Mr. Loorbach was VERY tall, for one, and is currently the president of the Netherlands bar association, was the head of the Netherlands olympic committee, and has been an incredibly successful attorney here. He was great to meet, and all of the team was incredibly fun. They all spoke english for our benefit, and we had a great night of food, wine and deserts while perusing old news clippings of the teams sucess and picking Mr. Loorbach's brain. After a half hour train ride and a half hour bike ride to get home, we got to sleep around 1 and I had to be in court the next morning at 8:30. We woke up, worked all day, and hurried back to the train station at 5:30 to get back to Amsterdam. We got there just in time for dinner before the wine and cheese "candle light" canal cruise Amy and Lloyd had planned for their last night in Holland. It was beautiful, a two hour cruise through the canals at dusk, listening to the musings of the entertaining tour guide. It was a great night and we were sad to see them go, but we were exhausted by the time we got home at 1 am.

Monkey Park

We have been pretty busy, but are getting to relax for a day or two, so I am going to do a couple updates now. A week ago today we went to Apenhuel in Apeldoorn, Netherlands. Apenhuel literally translates to ape haven. About fifty years ago in this part of the world it was apparently pretty common for people to have pet monkeys of all sorts. A group of people decided to create a place to take their monkeys to play, which eventually turned in to a permanent place for them all to live. This is in the middle of a national park and is now the only ape "zoo" in the world with free-roaming monkeys that interact with the visiting humans. There are now hundreds of kinds of apes, not all of which are free-roaming of course, as well as lots of birds. We actually walked by several peacocks, ducks, parrots, and an emu. So, there were bonobos, gorillas, lemurs, and about 50 others which I cannot remember, including one of the smallest monkeys in the world.

We went with our neighbors, Besart (from Albania), Nenad (Serbia) and Diana (Canada), as well as Taulant (Kosovo) and Josephine (China), who we have been hanging out a lot with and are always a good time. We had a great time, snacked all day, and made it home late Sunday evening, in time to rest up for our day off on Monday. Monday we, maybe a little homesick, went to see a good ole American movie, The Tree of Life. Both us us were notably disappointed afterwards. Back to work on Tuesday and on to a new post about Sara's mom and Lloyd's visit.

Sunday Date Day

Saturday we went to the beach with some fellow interns before our four hour long "class component" for school. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and the beach was as filled up as Daytona Beach during the Harley convention/Nascar weekends. Sunday it rained. Arthur planned a day-long date for me.

First we had breakfast at the restaurant at the very end of the pier that overlooked the stormy raging sea. Then we rode our bikes across town to the antiques and books flea market near Den Haag Centrum. We spent all day perusing the different booths. Then we ran a few errands downtown. Afterwards, Arthur had researched this amazing place that is hidden but right in our backyard! It is this adorable restaurant with no path leading to it at the edge of a park and canal. By then it had cleared up outside so we had soup and drinks and sat by the water. He topped it all off with wine (my favorite!) a rose (very sweet) and a row boat trip on the water. It was a lovely evening and we were both ready to get back to work the next morning.