20 Nov 2009
South Side

While admittedly not quite as glamourous, we have moved south this week as well. My team at work, formerly known as "the east wing" for its location, has been relocated two floors up and to the other end of the building. We're not yet across the railroad tracks, but we're bordering them and yes, we're on the south side! Gotta' think of a gang tattoo and special handshake now - although maybe our new neighbors from finance and legal would not appreciate that... :-)
With the excuse of adjusting to the Candian way of life, I've actually taken one of the few trains running on said railway tracks today, and it has whisked me - once again in less time than expected - to the transborder gates at Montreal airport. Forget about the east wing or the West Wing, I am heading south myself. This weekend, it's AC to D.C.!
Labels: Canada, travel, USA, work
11 Nov 2009
Royal Legion

Some overseas visitors, however, had a rather more busy day: Rememberance Day marks the end of a 10 day Royal Visit to Canada by the Prince of Wales and the
And what will I remember of this day? Setting off the fire alarm by accidentially incinerating breadcrumbs inside my stove burner...
Labels: Canada, event, politics, Quebec
6 Nov 2009
Marathon

So, when heading down to New York last weekend to see said athlete and his no less racy spouse, it was more the welcome family encounter than Sunday's marathon that I was looking forward to. Indeed, the two days of socializing and casual sightseeing were positively wonderful, and well worth the trip (which, on new Star Alliance partner Continental, was much smoother than my ill-fated Philadelphia adventure).
Soaking up the Big Apple's vibes, though, it became clear that the New York Marathon was not your typical fringe event, but very much a proud showcase of this city's amazing diversity. Spectator guides were distributed, and the local media was full of listings of course-side festivities. Intrigued, I set aside my original plans of seeking refuge in a museum, and instead picked two interesting neighborhoods to intercept the runners. My first stop was roughly half-way along the 42km, in South Queens, where the Hispanic and European middle-class residents held bake sales, gallery open days and Halloween recovery parties as 45'000 runners flooded by. Many proudly sported their national colors or advertised a cause ("Survive" seemed not to be good enough).
While the course then led the runners uptown and through the Bronx, I jumped on a Harlem-bound subway train, and emerged around 135th street, in an area where only a few years ago, I would not have dared walking. This time it was fine, but clearly different from Queens. African-American families, still all dressed up on their way home from church, lined 5th Ave, enthusiastically clapping and cheering on the runners, at that point struggling past the 35km mark. Street-side gospel and rap bands performed, and 10 year old junior gangstas in bomber jackets and sneakers offered high-fives to sweaty middle-aged Europeans wheezing by. None of the apathy and boredom of my childhood experiences could be sensed here, and I was almost disappointed when my flock of runners showed up right on schedule - this was actually fun! Not to mention a prime opportunity to shout encouraging stuff at strangers in every language I felt I knew. Most runners smiled back at me, and all of them were too exhausted to mind my botched Swedish / Austrian / Québecois / Castellano...
Oh, and for those who care: Yes, my family athletes did cross the finish line. And as you know, if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere!
Labels: event, family, travel, USA
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