All paths lead to Maastricht

I spent my final week in Europe in the city I love best with the people I love most - Maastricht. Eight exchangers planned to meet back in Maastricht after our individual summers of backpacking. Most of us had intercepted paths once or twice along the way - but everyone came back to Maastricht with stories to share. I came rolling into Maastricht after an overnight stop in Cologne, Germany:   We all meet by the Maas Lake and spent our first afternoon outside in the sun cheering as each new face made it to our meeting spot. Over mint lemonade and stroopwaffles we laughed, cried, and lived through the adventures of each other. Pat rocked up with painted toes: Pat's blue toenails are Read more

Alternative Culture with Berliners

Traveling solo is the least lonely way to travel. With each new city come new faces, new friends, and new adventures. In Budapest I met Cassy and Mitch form Australia. Then, I ran into them in Prague. In both cities, we had a wonderful time and decided to meet up in Berlin. Around 4am we met a group of Berliners and decided to all take our photo in a photoautomat - an outdoor photo booth popular throughout Berlin. Six people in a small photoautomat, especially when one person is approaching 7ft tall, proved impossible. Instead, we opted for a photo with the photoautomat. At 4am, you never expect plans to actually happen (or even be remembered) but partly out of politeness Read more

Returning to Berlin

I've said it before in my Paris v. Berlin post, and I'll say it again. To travel to Berlin is to be inspired - creative minds flock to Berlin. I made sure to again return to Berlin and explore all the history, innovation, and art in every form. Everyone, from every walk of life, can be found on the streets of Berlin. The sidewalks are shared by blue-haired punk-rockers, young German yuppies in suits, dreadlocks, piercings, covered in tattoos, the elderly in grayscale simple clothes, fashionistas, big thick framed glasses. It is an organic city – filled with thinkers and alive with new opportunities. Berlin is a city in transition, a city regaining an identity after its long, turbulent history. Read more

Czech out Prague

The day I arrived to Prague happened to be the same day a major heat wave engulfed the city. With relentless high temperatures and air conditioning but a luxurious dream, shade and cool places became the main tourist attractions. I chose my hostel based solely on its name - Czech Inn. The most clever punny hostel name of all hostels to ever exist! After booking the hostel, I discovered that it is considered one of the finest hostels in all of Europe. Indeed, upon arrival, I was pleasantly surprised by the upscale bar area, luxury showers, and overall trendiness of the accommodation. Though, no air-conditioning. On my first day I planned a big walking trip of the city but could only Read more

Caving in Budapest

Budapest - the city of caves, stalagmites and hotsprings! After a big night out in Budapest I ambitiously started my day early and took a long walk through Heroes Square, the museum area and Central Park as well as to the Opera House and a second hand book store. I was exhausted by the time I arrived back to the hostel mid-afternoon. My intention was to take the rest of the day easy, which was really an unrealistic luxury at my particular hostel. Every hostel has a unique culture, and my hostel in Budapest (Carpe Noctem Vitae - highly recommend!) was all about having a good time. So, instead of relaxing, I found myself on a bus on the way to a cave. Myself, Read more

Budapest Thermal Baths and Ruin Bars

There are bits of travel books that I simply skim over, some parts I skip entirely, and some that I circle, highlight and sometimes even accidentally break the book spine by reading that page so many times.  The section on Budapest Thermal baths had coffee stains and crinkled pages because it was this section that I poured over when reading about Budapest. Budapest is known as the 'City of Spas' and this reputation dates back to the 16th century with the Turks constructed public baths throughout Budapest and other parts of Hungary. These baths are built over hot springs that bring mineral rich waters into the pools. Many Hungarians believe that these waters have medicinal powers to help ailment such Read more

Mizzou Collides with Budapest

Traveling long-term includes a conscious decision to push through exhaustion and continue forward with exploration, socializing and general traveling fun. When on short-term trips, you have the capacity and energy to travel 100% all day every day because you know that you can crash when you get home. Long-term travel is a different case - and I figured that out on my eighth day in Bulgaria. Besides my illness in Spain, I sacrificed no moment to sleep in or to excessively relax. Yes, I maximized my time in each location. But also, yes, I wore myself out. I had to spend a full day sleeping at Dilyana's apartment to recuperate. The next night I caught a night train back to Read more

Koprivshtitsa, Bulgaria

Dilyana said that the "spirit of Bulgaria" can be found in the small town of Koprivshtitsa located in the Sredna Mountains. The town was the center of the April Uprising in 1876 in which the Bulgarians carried out an insurrection against the Ottoman Empire. This time period is known as the Bulgarian National Revival, and Koprivshtitsa was the center of it all. The town now represents traditional Bulgarian architecture, way of life, and is the home to many monumental works of art and culture. The boy with us is Dilyana's friend, Gueorg, who is now a member of the European Commission. I had the privilege of helping him edit his English cover letter that he then used to be hired! He Read more

The Black Sea: Nessebar

  The city of Nessebar dates back 3,000 years ago with architecture reflecting the many different masks the city wore over the centuries. It is a UNESCO world heritage site.  Charming, traditional and serene - Nessebar earned a big heart around its dot on my tattered travel map. For my journey around Europe I hardly spent anytime shopping besides looking for one, elusive item: an apron. My mom's birthday was to take place while I was abroad and with her recent gluten-free cooking hobby, she had requested an apron for her birthday. First off, an apron might be one of the most difficult items to explain to shop owners with broken English and I with very limited foreign language skills. Second of all, Read more

Happy President’s Day from a Proud American Abroad

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Since boyhood, Ronald Reagan answered to the nickname “Dutch.” Legend has it that as a newborn child, Reagan’s father took a look at him and said, “He looks like a fat little Dutchman. But who knows, he might grow up to be president some day.”

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Happy President’s Day, Dutch!

So here I am in the Netherlands, named Reagan and living among the Dutch. These uncanny parallels make me feel close to home, and proud of my country.

Since arriving in Maastricht I have asked and responded to an unprecedented number of culture sharing questions. Everything from eating celery with peanut butter to the mention of universal healthcare sparks cultural discussions. My floor eats dinner together nearly every night. Sitting around the table are students from America, Brazil, Israel, China, Austria, Singapore, Spain, Canada, Australia and Switzerland. Last weekend I took a multi-stop train tour of the Netherlands with new friends from Bulgaria, Italy, Finland and Norway. My classes are full of students representing over 32 countries.

I’ve learned much from my international peers, and I hope that I’ve taught them something also. Culture sharing sparks a special sense of patriotism. When I get to talk about America, I light up. Everyone does when asked about their country. Leaving my country for an extended period of time has created a new sense of patriotism and pride about belonging to the United States of America. At home, I often view my great country through a filter of partisan politics and political turmoil. Around the dinner table with friends who have never visited my country, I see the stars and stripes in its truest form –  with the unalienable rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. There is a huge focus on how much wrong is in our country, but abroad I like to talk about all the right that we have going on. Our Founding Fathers created a strong foundation for our nation, and I can not be happier to call America my home.

One of my unofficial goals while abroad is to act as a good example of America. A disheartening stereotype of my country, that is depressingly accurate, is how ignorant Americans are towards other countries and cultures. I’ve been doing individual reading and research about my friends’ home nation’s politics, history and culture. This is helping me to ask more thoughtful questions, and hopefully showing them that Americans are fascinated by and appreciate foreign nations.

Studying abroad is an opportunity to break stereotypes – both stereotypes about you and your home nation as well as indirect stereotypes you believe about other countries. Education and awareness are key to ending international conflict, and building a strong and united world. The conversations I’m having here are a microcosm of the conversations that global leaders need to be having. Cross-cultural awareness and appreciation for all people is the key to establishing international peace and cooperation.

iTravel better without my iPhone

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Wallet, check!

Room key, check!

Burt’s Bees Chapstick (obsessed), check!

iPhone…iPhone…iPHONE?!?

Last week, my iPhone was stolen at The Alla. For those not familiar with Maastricht, The Alla is the club that opens after all the bars close for the night. It is always packed crowded, and plays hysterically outdated American pop music. I’ve heard of many stolen iPhone episodes at The Alla, but still stupidly kept my phone in my back pocket – it was really too easy a steal.

AT&T informed me that my phone ended up in Belgium and the thief used a generous amount of my international data:

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I was so mad. I had emailed, called, Facebooked, texted my phone and I know the thief received all my pleas to return my phone. They deleted some of my emails, liked my own profile photo and never once responded to my desperate cries for my iPhone back.

When I think of my iPhone’s journey across country borders with strangers, I imagine a group of mean thieves laughing at all my embarrassing iPhone photos, reading my text messages to my mom, refreshing the front page of my NYT app. That phone has my everything stored on it, and now it is floating around somewhere in Belgium.

For the past year, my iPhone has been glued to my left-hand. It is adorned with a Chi Omega case, a Christmas gift from my mother. Losing that phone feels like I lost an important piece of myself.

Without my iPhone, how am I supposed to avoid eye contact with strangers?! Or not look lonely when waiting in line for coffee by myself?! What if I take a wrong turn, and don’t have a blue dot to guide me back to my familiar route?! These questions kept me up at night – the first night I’ve spent without a phone in years.

How silly.

My iPhone had become nothing short of an addiction, and I cannot be happier to finally be rid of the technology that takes up so much of my time and attention. Two days after losing the phone, I was moping in the kitchen with friends when a Spanish boy walks into the room and, I’m being 100% serious, asks:

“Does anyone want my old phone? I’m moving out and don’t need it.”

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So here I am. With my new free Nokia phone with a cracked screen – it even has a sudoku game on it!

Life often works out.

Technology and Travel

There are some truly incredible technology resources that bring value to travel, but it is a trade-off. I spent an entire train ride to Amsterdam searching for fun things to see/do, and I found some great information! But, I didn’t take time to look out the window and enjoy the passing countryside. The hostel owner in Amsterdam was eager and ready to answer all my questions that I already had answers to from searching online.  Sitting downstairs in the hostel, I was looking at my iPhone to look important and busy – nobody talked to me.

With my new phone, I don’t sit places and read the news, I sit and look at people. I mean, right in the eyes. There are so many human connections waiting to happen. iPhones might connect us to the entire world on the internet, but it deprives us from connecting with the immediate world around us.

I don’t miss my iPhone or the convenience it brings. Maybe getting lost and simply existing in a new city is better than diligently following my blue dot from one destination to another. Asking locals for their recommendations instead of consulting the Trip Advisor app includes a smile and not just a refresh icon. I really don’t need to take a photo of my cappuccino and post it on Instagram…I just need to enjoy it.

Think different. 

Travel different. 

Faces of Maastricht Carnival

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These are the faces of the Maastricht Carnival. The faces of hearty street dancers, of shameless drunk singers, of new friends and fellow celebrators. Together, these faces create the perfect madness that is Vasteloavend in Mestreech.

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The history of carnival in Maastricht

February 10, 2007 by Hennie Reuvers 

During my childhood years in the late 1950’s, carnival didn’t start earlier than one week before Ash Wednesday. Our schoolmaster at the Saint Francis primary school, in the Maastricht district of Nazareth, would set out to teach us the new carnival song in Mestreechs, the dialect of Maastricht. These songs were often inspired by some local event and I still remember one in particular about the dustmen (or ‘drekmaan’ in dialect) who went on strike…

Carnival 1930, photograph: courtesy of Hennie Reuvers

My mother would stitch cowboy fringes onto our trousers and buy us new snap cap pistols. Donning the old cowboy hats that were still lying in the loft, we were soon ready for the school carnival on Saturday afternoon.

On Sunday morning, we went to watch the Big Carnival Parade (‘groete optoch‘). Shiplike floats displayed topical subjects, such as political events in the Belgian Congo, and funny individuals called Einzelgängerwere said to be dancing about with turds in their nappies.

During the next two days all the children were off school and passed the time playing ‘cowboys and Indians’. Then, on Ash Wednesday, Lent began and carnival was over.

I didn’t spend my adolescent years in Maastricht, but my children did. My daughter took part in the carnival festivities with her girlfriends disguised as a geisha or a samba dancer. Much to my grief, the feasting lasted all day and a large part of the night. After carnival, she was always ill. Nowadays, she’s had enough of these three days of madness, and flees from the city in good time.

What is carnival? 
Sober outsiders can’t easily understand what is going on. Where the hell does this folly come from? A bit of reading into the matter quickly made me realise that carnival is celebrated in many places all over the world, but not nearly everywhere. In the northern part of the Netherlands, it actually falls under the realm of ‘popish naughtiness’. (‘paapse stoutigheden‘)

Moreover, there are wide differences in the way the festival is celebrated. For example, the exuberant summer carnival of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil bears little similarity with the Farmers Wedding feast (‘Boerenbruiloft’) typical of the Dutch province of Brabant.

The origin of carnival appears to be mainly threefold and can be traced back to:
First, the Roman Saturnalia, Bacchanalia, and Lupercalia festivals. These were fertility rituals connected with the succession of the seasons. Slaves and women were sometimes allowed to be the boss for a while, or conversely, had to endure even more hardships.

Wodan, source: WikipediaSecond, the Germanic-Celtic pendants of the Roman festivals. These were also linked with fertility, and hence with death: for instance, the Wild Chase (‘Wilde Jacht’) represents a procession of slain warriors, led by Wodan. (This gives me a nice idea: why not go to carnival disguised as Wodan, the one-eyed supreme god with a wild beard, a soft hat and a wide mantle, riding on a white horse and flanked by two ravens?)

Third, the ecclesiastical feasts of fools. These held a reversal of the normal hierarchy as well. Since medieval times, the Catholic Church has gradually substituted Christian counterparts for the old heathen customs. Accordingly, Shrove Tide was the last occasion for pleasure before the beginning of Lent.

The Carrus Navalis 
The Dutch words for carnival are ‘carnaval‘ and ‘vastenavond‘.

There are two possible explanations for ‘vastenavond‘: First, it can be understood as ‘Fast evening’, meaning the eve of Lent. Second (as in the German word Fasnacht) it can refer to the Indo-European word stem ‘pes‘, and our word ‘penis‘, and thus to fertility.

For the word ‘carnaval‘ there are three explanations from Latin: First, carnevale – meat farewell, referring to the approach of Lent. Second, related to the first, carnelevare – to abolish the meat. Third, carrus navalis – ship cart, or float, and that’s something quite different.

Carnival float, photograph: http://hetiscarnaval.homestead.comFloats have been present in fertility festivals from Norway to Greece since pre-Christian times. Some historians think that the carnival float is a remainder of the ancient Indo-European brotherhoods. Other people consider it as a parody of the Ship of Saint Peter, which represents the Catholic Church. And that isn’t improbable either, because carnival has always been the festival of parody and reversed relationships.

The carrus navalis appears early enough in the written history of the Maastricht carnival: in 1133, a blue ship on wheels arrived from Aachen into Maastricht, dragged on by members of the guild of weavers, and continued its way to Tongeren. Scattered reports about vastenavond in Maastricht from later years exist as well. But how did the modern carnival festival come into being?

The Momus Society
The retreat of a strict government in favour of a more lenient one has always given a strong impulse to carnival. After Napoleon’s defeat at Waterloo, and the resulting Congress of Vienna, there was room for new associative life ‘for instruction and pleasure’ (‘tot lering ende vermaak’).Various carnival associations burgeoned in the Rhineland and the newly chosen carnival princes wore a fool’s hat that bore an uncomfortable resemblance with the Napoleonic bicorn, placed crosswise. Of course, the alert Maastricht people didn’t fail to notice this.

The Momus Society, named after the Greek god of satire, was founded in Maastricht in 1839. During its hundred years of existence, the Society organised many events in the fields of sports, charity and culture, among which also historical ‘cavalcades’ (historical parades with many horses) on the occasion of carnival. The first carnival parade organised by the Momus Society was a parody of the ‘entrée solennelle’ in 1520 of the emperor Charles V in Maastricht.

After buying the Momus House, located on the eastern side of the city centre’s beautiful Vrijthof square, the association refurbished the building, basing all the measurements on the number eleven, a symbolical number for carnival. Its front façade was adorned with the well-known stone fool’s head. In its 1872 association rules, the Momus Society speaks of “really-fine folly, but not beyond the boundaries of decency”.

Momus House in Maastricht, photograph: Herman Pijpers

Many humouristic orators gave addresses in Mestreechs. Mounted on a winged horse called Pegasus, the poets were allowed to escape from reality, but upon reaching the star constellation of the same name, they were met by eleven elves who would bring them back to Mother Earth. (In Dutch the number eleven is elf, which is also the word for the well known nature spirit, in English and German and Dutch. One of the (many) explanations for the symbolical carnival number eleven is that it comes from the name of the nature spirit (in old-German: alf).)

The carnival festivities 
Alphone Olterdissen, photograph: M.Reuvers-HendriksAt the beginning of the twentieth century, the Big Carnival Parade was organised by the unforgettable pacemaker Alphonse Olterdissen, whose cast iron statue stands in the Grote Looiers Street. Special committees were responsible for the other activities, both indoors and in the open air. Stately halls were reserved for high society, while the lower echelons would feast in the streets and pubs.

After 1936, a growing number of individuals started taking part in the carnival parades (a phenomenon known as the ‘Bonte Storm van Einzelgänger‘), and the mayor of Maastricht officially welcomed the city’s Prince Carnival at the municipal hall. More often than not, some ministers of the national government were present at the reception as well.

Momus cannon, photograph: Tempeleers websiteDuring the Second World War, the German authorities banned the festival, so it returned with new vitality after the war.

Every year the city’s carnival festivities are organised by Maastricht’s main carnival association the Tempeleers and the people of Maastricht choose a new carnival song, composed in Mestreechs. The Prince heralds carnival with eleven shots from the old Momus cannon, and hoists up a large papier-mâché puppet, the Mooswief, which represents the patroness of the Maastricht carnival. This is the well-known woman selling vegetables at the market, whose stone statue stands on the Market square. She guards the festival from above. At the closing ceremony marking the end of carnival, the Prince hauls the puppet down again.

In the 1960’s, young people began to challenge authority all over the western world, and carnival developed even further in Maastricht. ‘Drunken’ wind bands (‘zate herremeniekes‘) increasingly began to contribute to the colourful street festival.

The meaning of carnival for the people of Maastricht
Mooswief, photograph: Tempeleers brochureAn elderly Maastricht resident told me that in his early days, people used to pray the forty-hour prayer for the poor sinners who couldn’t behave during carnival. In his view, people who didn’t grow up in Maastricht couldn’t celebrate vastelaovond in the right way. As for himself, he had taken part in the organisation of both religious processions and carnival parades. For instance, he had led a group of winged motorscooters, offering a solution for the traffic problems on the old Saint Servaas bridge. He explained that although one could borrow things from the Tempeleers’ storehouse, people usually had to do most of the work without help. He regretted that nowadays, ‘people weren’t patient enough to prepare a nice act for the parade.’ He saw leadership as a serving task. As a matter of fact, carnival pacemakers were often leaders in sports clubs or in youth work organisations as well.

I also spoke with a most friendly Tempeleer and former Prince Carnival. He told me that in the early eighties some Tempeleer friends had tricked him into the function of Prince. In his role, he had had to pay visits to all the rest homes in Maastricht for several weeks. During vastelaovond, perfect strangers had poured out their hearts to him. His broad fool’s head has been beaming with festive joy ever since.

Prince Carnival in Maastricht, Carnival 2006, photograph: Tempeleers websiteWhen I asked him about the origin of the Maastricht carnival, he replied that this was a mystery, and should remain a mystery forever. Moreover, he presently had more important things to think about. The Tempeleers wished to proclaim our city’s mayor Gerd Leers the most thorough-going mayor of the whole Meuse-Rhine Euroregion. And this was going to happen during a festal Veolia bus ride along the trenches caused by the inner city works. It had to be an event with esprit, the former Prince Carnival stated, ‘because esprit was the basis of the Maastricht Vastelaovond.’

The Mestreechter Geis
The spirit of Maastricht (Mestreechter Geis) has been greatly influenced by the city’s history.

First of all, we think about Catholicism: severe in theory, but mild for the confessant. The people of Maastricht know that the soup is not as hot when you eat it as when it is served (‘De soep wordt nooit zo heet gegeten als dat zij wordt opgediend’). Second, we think of new rulers turning up again and again throughout the centuries. They come with awful war violence, proclaim severe laws, and depart to be replaced by new rulers with other laws. The people of Maastricht have learned to consider how to ignore the new rules without offending the authorities. This is how they played off the rulers from Liège against those from Brabant for many centuries.

The spirit of Maastricht (Mestreechter Geis), photograph: Sueli Brodin

Humour and practical jokes are a necessary part of this way of being. Maastricht humour is mild and doesn’t violate other people’s dignity. The people of Maastricht will not directly confront another person’s viewpoint, preferring to demonstrate in a subtle way that their opinion differs.

And for Maastricht, dialect is indispensable too. No other city in the Netherlands cherishes its dialect to the same degree. Mestreechs is a ‘sweet language’ (‘zeute taol’ ) indeed. Both high and low society speak it, much thanks to the Momus Society and Olterdissen!

The popularity of carnival
Carnival in Maastricht, photograph: M.Reuvers-HendriksThe Indo-European brotherhoods may be the forerunners of freemasonry, but not of the modern carnival associations. Of course, it is in the character of men to gather in clubs, lest they should always sit at home (which reminds of a nice movie: Sons of the Desert, starring Laurel and Hardy.) And it is no secret that women enjoy dressing up. Seen in this light, carnival is an excellent occasion for young men and women to contact each other in a virtuous way.

But in my view, a more important reason for the popularity of carnival is the opportunity to be creative among friends: just think of the costumes, the floats, the puppets, the music, the speeches, the magazines, the comical acts, the organisation, and so on.

However, our Catholic writer Bertus Aafjes once formulated the most important aspect of carnival: the opportunity to let the soul tread outside of the body. This is quite unlike debauchery. When people from the north of the Netherlands come to celebrate carnival in Maastricht, they often make this painful mistake.

So all in all, it appears that historical circumstances in Maastricht favouring the development of a strong carnival tradition were just exceptionally good!

By Hennie Reuvers

Dressing up for carnival in Maastricht, photograph: M.Reuvers-Hendriks

 

Cooking with Italians

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In The Godfather Clemenza delivers my favorite line after his driver was murdered:

“Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.”

Since that scene, the quote has evolved into something of a mantra that basically means ‘don’t sweat it, move on. Take the cannoli and go.’ Yeah, that’s a cool mantra! Ok! But what I really love about this scene is that Clemenza took a second from his routine chaos to remember he promised his family that he would bring home dessert.

Clemenza’s responsibility to bring good food to the table was his highest priority – and this is a high priority shared by my Italian friends in Maastricht. I’ve now enjoyed three meals prepared by Italians – and they have been some of my favorite meals in my 20 years of eating!

My friend Kristen and I were invited to eat REAL Italian pasta after we told our friend, Lukas, how horrible we are at cooking. As Americans, Kristen and I get impatient while making pasta. Sometimes we put the pasta in before the water boils, or maybe stop cooking too early. We use store bought pasta, the cheapest one. To us, pasta is an affordable dinner that is fairly easy to make.

Don’t. Ever. Tell. An. Italian. These. Pasta. Sins.

Lukas walked us through the proper Italian way to make pasta, and it honestly looked like he was making a different meal because there was SO much more that goes into making pasta than throwing noodles into a boiling pot of water.

My favorite moment of the cooking tutorial was when Lukas pulled out his iPhone, and casually set a pasta timer. HE HAS AN APP FOR PASTA. Once Kristin and I could control our laughter, he showed us how the app has different settings depending on the type of pasta, what sauces you should pair with each noodle – it was very extensive.

After hearing the words, but never quite knowing what they meant, I FINALLY learned what ‘al dente’ means! Lukas and our other Italian friend, Michael, perfectly explained the meaning like true Italians – with their hands. ‘Al dente’ means firmness of the noodle to the teeth. Both explained by pretending to gnaw on a noodle, because when words are limited, the Italians have a way of visual expression.

We learned to cook like Italians, then during dinner, we learned to talk like them.

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Grazie (Godfather) Lukas and Michael!

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Some friends came over to our dorm to enjoy wine and each other’s company. Our group consisted of two people from the USA, three from Norway, one from Israel, and three from Italy. We had wine, cheese crackers and salami to snack on. When that was all eaten, the Italians took over. I said I was hungry, and BOOM all three Italians congregated around the stove.

Kristen and I handed over the pasta noodles and canned sauces we had on hand…and faced much disgust about or culinary decisions. Trying to compensate for our pasta inadequacies, we handed over all our fresh produce also. Heated Italian discussions fired up in the kitchen as they tried to decide what to do with their very limited ingredient options.

For the next thirty minutes our kitchen was an Italian cooking battle-zone! Coming from different parts of Italy, all three had differing opinions on everything – from how much oil to use, to how long to cook the pasta. For the rest of us, it was an hysterical display of pasta maniacs and a blast to watch our Italian friends acting very Italian. For the chefs, it was an important art form to not be messed up.

Somehow, with the pathetically lacking ingredients, they pulled it off! Pasta was flowing onto our plates, and new plates were pulled out for every new person who came down our hallway. I understand now why Italians make such large quantities of food – it welcomes people to the table!

As Nora titled this photo: Italian cooking, by Italians. How exotic.

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 The third Italian meal I enjoyed was again, by the one and only Lukas!

He prepared a traditional south Tyrolean meal/snack – including the delicious dry-cured, lightly smoked ham called prosciutto!

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 In true Italian form, the meal was inviting to everyone. Nobody had plates, and the dishes were easy to access. People had their hands free to pop in a snack, then talk to a new friend. Italy does it right. Food is not only enjoyable, it also brings together friends for a great meal. I’m so pleased Italians understand the value of dining because many of my new friends have been met over a bowl of spaghetti or handful of prosciutto.

Alla salute!

PS We want to host a Thanksgiving feast for our Italian friends, but we only have a stove top and microwave, no oven! Ah! Have ideas about traditional Thanksgiving food that doesn’t require an oven? Please comment!

A Lecture on Dutch Politics

Posted on by Reagan J Payne in Part I, Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Few things catch my attention like the word “FREE!”

On a walk down an avenue near the University I spotted a poster advertising a free lecture on Dutch politics. The lecture was to be held at 6:30 in the Law Facility, and I had every intention of being there.

With a few hours to kill before the lecture, I walked around and discovered back neighborhoods, boutiques, hidden windmills, a petting zoo and other “personality” places that together, form the perfectly quirky Maastricht that I love.

I then met my friends for dinner at Kiwi, which I was told was a popular and affordable spot for students to meet – I imagined a Chipotle equivalent.

Click here to see photos of Kiwi – this “college hangout” is a snapshot of how the Dutch are way trendier than American college students.

We ended up sitting next to girls our age from New Zealand and Australia and combined tables to enjoy a dinner full of laughter and accusations of pronouncing common English words funny. Connections are more quick and effortless in different countries, and social norms don’t exist. Wildly inappropriate conversations dictated our dinner topics. Despite our new friends’ efforts to keep us at Kiwi instead of attending the lecture, my two friends and I bolted at 6:20 to try and arrive on time to the lecture.

We were moving at a brisk trot (ok more like a pathetic girly run) and rounded a corner perfectly in sync with my Irish friend coming down the street. I let out a croaking “I am out of breath” type “AHHELO” really not cool. He greeted me with an “oy!” in that perfectly attractive Irish accent. We turned down a dinner invitation because we were so determined to make it to this free lecture! He pointed us in the right direction, and off we went again, trying not to giggle at the serendipitous run-in and my awkward social skills.

We miraculously arrived at the lecture before it started, and took our seats near the back of the half-full auditorium. From the handout, I learned that this lecture is sponsored by JEF Maastricht – the local section of the Young European Federalists.

Click here to learn more about JEF – Europe.

Attending a federalist event in the birthplace of the Maastricht Treaty seemed appropriate, and I sat back in anticipation of the lecture.

I took notes during the lecture, but had many gaps in my comprehension. I knew little about Dutch politics or even much on Dutch history going into the lecture. For most school subjects in the States, I at least have some background on the material. It was a challenging experience sitting through a lecture with extremely limited background knowledge on the subject.

Between scribbling notes and trying to piece together the lecture, here is what I learned:

1795

  • Transitioned to Kingdom of the Netherlands from a former republic system

1848

  • Parliamentary rule was added with the Constitutional Monarchy to form a parliamentary democracy.
  • Political tension existed between the liberals (wanted to extend parliamentary power) and the conservatives (wanted to respect royal power)

1860′s – ish

  • Catholics and Protestants had been politically divided, but during this era joined forces against secular liberal parties.
  • Big issue was over education. Catholics and Protestants wanted their children to be educated in religious institutions, not in state school, and demanded funds for religious schools. The Christian block succeeded and won funding.

1890′s

  • Growth of the Labor Movement
  • Time of strong Pillarisation
  • Pillarisation is essentially a divide in society – politically, socially and religiously.
  • Pillars included: Roman Catholic pillar, Protestant pillar, Social Democrat pillar and General
  • Civil and political life were organized within the pillars, voters followed the precedents set by the pillars’ political leaders; newspapers operated within pillars.

Early 1900′s

  • 1919 Women gain the right to vote. (Editor’s note: WAHOO!)
  • Christian parties held majority in parliament

1940-1945

  • German invasion of Holland
  • The Netherlands hoped to stay neutral (held neutral position during WWI) but capitulated after the Germans destroyed Rotterdam.
  • 75% of the Dutch Jewish population was killed in concentration camps – this is a much higher percentage than neighboring countries.

Post war

  • Return to a religiously-dominated parliament
  • 1956 – parliament expanded from 100 to 150 seats

Starting in the ’60s…

  • Populations became less religious, and political affiliations became more secular
  • Economically, the labor party was shrinking
  • Post-war baby boom created a younger voting class with less political affiliation to existing pillars
  • Pillar lines blurred, new parties formed at a rapid rate, lots of political friction with many small parties

1977-1994

  • Christian Democrat party had parliamentary majority, centrist
  • Conservative Liberal party gained support, social-democrat
  • Dutch Labor Party (had to Google to finally figure this out! The Dutch call this party the PVDA) more left-wing, social-democrat
  • These three parties rose above all the small factions and formed the basis of modern Dutch politics

1994-2002

  • The Purple era – Purple for the mixing of red/blue (socialist/liberal)
  • Liberal legislation on abortion, gay rights, euthanasia all introduced during Purple era
  • 2002 – the rise of Pim Fortuym List (fascinating leader, read more about him here) who campaigned on an anti-immigration platform. He was shot a week before elections, leaving 26 seats out of the 150 in parliament without a political leader

Present

  • Dutch politics in constant flux
  • The lecturer theorized that this constant flux and disorganization is natural. Because the pillar system fell, he sees Dutch politics in a period of finding a new way to organize
  • There is no stable political demographic. The most stable is the meritocratic divide, classified by the level of education.
  • The political agenda is focused on economic issues, and therefore is somewhat stable because it is a one-topic dominated agenda
  • general population seems dissatisfied with politicians
  • Immigration is still a big issue

I’m hoping to find a professor to have lunch with and learn more about politics in the Netherlands. This outline is my very basic understanding, and I hope to learn a more dynamic history of Dutch politics. The lecture did not talk much on modern day politics, but I hope to gain a larger insight by simply being in the Netherlands.

The Purple era is especially interesting to me. America is struggling to pass a liberal agenda, and it is incredible to me that a country was able to make so many strides in one ideological direction in such a short amount of time. Much controversy surrounds the murder of Pim Fortuym List, and it is fascinating to entertain thoughts about what direction the Netherlands would’ve taken under his leadership.

The United States operates with a two-party system. In the Netherlands, it is not unusual to see more than nine parties holding seats. Because 76/150 seats are necessary to have parliamentary majority, parties have to form allegiances and share common goals to get anything done.

The Electoral College doesn’t exist in Holland, thus where votes are cast does not matter. Voting is instead based on proportional representation. The percentage of the nation that votes for a party = the percentage of seats in national parliament. This system allows small parties to be represented.

We have a system of checks and balances with the United States governing system. The Dutch follow a model of consociationalism, which is essentially power-sharing.

Different systems, both work.

With that said, I look forward to learning more about politics in the Netherlands. Sitting through one lecture on the topic has only created a very thin baseline understanding, and I can’t wait to learn more and gain a more dynamic understanding.


 

 

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