Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Videos from Paris

Here are some videos from my Paris trip. I am a little goofy in some of them.

Inside the Palace of Versailles, a hallway with statues


The famous Hall of Mirrors at the Palace of Versailles


Walking around the Gardens of Versailles


Glass Pyramids outside the Louvre Museum


Climbing up the stairs of the Eiffel Tower, challenge accepted


Made it to Level 1 of the Eiffel Tower, beautiful view!


Made it to Level 2 of the Eiffel Tower, another great view!


Out of breath after climbing some 600 stairs.


George and Casey, performing a scene from the movie "Midnight in Paris"
"This is the greatest city in the world" - Casey
"This is unbelievable" - George


Eiffel Tower glimmers for five minutes every hour on the hour.


Another view of Paris from the Arc de Triomphe


Walking around the Triumphal Arch.


A 360-degree view from Montmartre. How gorgeous is the sunset?

Monday, February 22, 2016

Paris, France


January 18-22, 2016

The second stop on our Euro trip was the one and only, Le Paris! Even when we booked our flights from Barcelona to Paris months in advance, I couldn’t believe I was going to Paris. I mean, it’s Paris. The city glamorized in brochures and posters, books and movies. Given that this whole Fulbright experience still feels like a dream, why not detour to Paris, right? Snooze on, Mariya!

We took a 20:50 Vueling flight from Barcelona and arrived to Paris at 22:35. I had been warned that French people tend to be rude if you don’t speak their language, and I encountered this stereotype when I asked about potential bus routes to our hostel. A guy sitting at a rental car service—an American company, might I add—asked me in English if I spoke French, and when I shook my head and said “no,” he bluntly replied: “then I cannot help you.” I don’t believe in stereotypes but I do believe in courtesy. Oh well. Alex and I took a taxi to our new hostel, which cost about 30 Euros. The nice taxi driver, who was from Philippines and had been living in France for quite some time, spoke enough English for us to communicate. We circled around the neighborhood a few times because we could not figure how to get to the exact street; turned out our hostel was located on a one-way roundabout street. We managed to walk in the middle of the night—it was about 2am at this point—and found our destination. We quickly slipped into our pajamas and hopped into a queen bed together.
 

Here are the highlights from Paris, which we spent with our two Fulbright friends, Casey Mangan and George Boyan. This city has so much history, so much class!

Palace of Versailles – This is where the kings wined and dined. Incredibly huge and lavish. Royal, opulent, and luxurious are all adjectives I would use to describe this mansion. It is also apparently a symbol of the system of absolute monarchy, starting with Louis XIV. The golden lining on the gates, windows, and doors were a nice contrast to the sky blue roofs. When we walked through the palace, which is now a museum, the sociologist in me couldn’t understand the need for so much wealth. Nonetheless, monarchy is part of France’s political history so I tried not to pass too much judgment on the royal family, whose portraits stared down at us in every room. My favorite part of the palace was the Gardens, which extend some 800 hectares (1 hectare = 10,000 m2) of land. (Imagine how many poor people can build housing on this much land!) The meticulously manicured lawns, parterres of flowers, sculptures and fountains made the walk through the gardens both enjoyable and scenic. At one point, the rectangular long and narrow walk in the gardens reminded me of the walk by the reflecting pool between the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial back home in DC. We enjoyed authentic chicken tikka sandwiches for lunch afterward, and indulged in crepes and cappuccinos in the evening.

Le Louvre – The next day, we went to the Louvre Museum, which is one of the world's largest museums and a historic monument in Paris. The Louvre is also the world's most visited museum and is housed in Louvre Palace, which was originally built as a fortress in the late 12th century under Philip II (according to Wikipedia). Casey, George, Alex, and I spent three hours at this renowned museum, although seeing the entire place would require at least a week. After waiting behind a large crowd, we finally saw the famous “The Mona Lisa” painting by Leonardo da Vinci. I thought “The Mona Lisa” would be a big painting, but it turned out to be quite tiny, which was a little disappointing. Still a great piece of art though. Anyhow, some other famous artwork we saw included the Winged Victory of Samothrace (Winged Goddess of Nike presides over the Louvre’s Daru stairs), Venus de Milo (Amphitrite missing arms), the “Liberty Leading the People” painting, Great Sphinx of Tanis (lion’s body, human head), among many others including Napoleon's room. Outside of the museum are the famous glass pyramids, a popular site for photos. We had lunch at a Japanese place nearby the Louvre, but the chicken curry made my stomach ill afterward.

Eiffel Tower (“Eiffel Tour”) – The Eiffel Tower is one of the most well-known landmarks of the world, and believe me, it lives up to its hype in every sense of the word. Built by Gustave Eiffel and made of iron in a lattice pattern with a square base, the Eiffel Tower is as magnificent as the Blue Mosque in Istanbul or the Taj Mahal in India. It stands at 324 meters (1,063 feet) and is as high as an 81-story building. There are three sections of the Eiffel Tower, all of which are accessible to the public. When we were there, however, the top section was closed of due to the terrorist attacks that happened back in December. This didn’t deter us from seeing to the first two sections though. Instead of taking the elevator, all four of us challenged ourselves and decided to climb the stairs. I very quickly realized this was a mistake, as I found myself panting and out of breath just after a few flights of stairs. Nonetheless, I climbed all the stairs because I never give up on a challenge. The views from both levels of the Eiffel Tower were amazing. We got to see the sunset over Paris on the second level, which was a beautiful moment. Orange and red light cast over the blue roofs in easily identifiable layers, as if a 6-year-old had carefully colored them with a crayon or colored pencil.

Notre DameNotre means “our” and dame means “lady.” Notre Dame de Paris is a historic Catholic cathedral. It’s as beautiful on the outside as it is on the inside. Admission was free. We walked around the church and admired the sculptures, paintings, and other set-ups. The center was reserved for those who wished to worship, and everything around it was open to visitors. According to Wikipedia, the “cathedral is widely considered to be one of the finest examples of French Gothic architecture, and it is among the largest and most well-known church buildings in the world.” Notre Dame is also apparently one of the first buildings in the world to use the flying buttress, which is a form of architecture that resists the lateral forces pushing a wall outwards by redirecting them to the ground.
Triumphal Arch – Formerly known as the “Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile,” this is another famous monument in Paris. I know, Paris has lots of rich history and everything appears to be “famous,” but it’s true! One thing I did not know is that the Arc de Triomphe honors those who fought and died for France in the French Revolutionary and the Napoleonic Wars, with the names of all French victories and generals inscribed on its inner and outer surfaces. Beneath its vault lies the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier from World War I. George’s two North Carolina friends joined on this tour and it was nice to meet them. We bought tickets and climbed the stairs to the top of the Arch, and saw yet another breathtaking view of the city. The Eiffel Tower could be seen from the distance, as if someone sketched it with an unsharpened pencil. I even tried to hold the Eiffel Tower in my hand! 
Montmartre – Montmartre was perhaps my favorite monument in Paris. A white-domed Basilica of the Sacré-Cœur sits on the hill’s summit, making it the highest point in Paris with an incredible view of the city. When I say incredible, I am not using that word lightly. With a 360-degree turn, you can see all of Paris…every building, monument, tree, street, house, road, tower, river. It was as if someone placed a magnifying glass on a satellite city map of Paris and let you peek into it. We rushed up the stairs so that we could enjoy the sunset, and we made it in time! I want you to imagine an empty canvass. Take your paintbrush, dip it in some orange paint, and make a horizontal stroke across the board, letting the color naturally bleed. Now mix in some yellow; then red, blue, then purple. You’re not creating a rainbow; you’re creating a color scheme, one that is supposed to cast a shadow over Paris.
Moulin Rouge – “Moulin Rouge is the spiritual birthplace of the modern form of the can-can dance,” says Wikipedia. People from around the world buy expensive tickets to enjoy musical shows and dance performances at this “red mill.” The closest equivalent of Moulin Rouge I can think of is Broadway in Times Square in New York. While we couldn’t afford a show at Moulin Rouge, we could afford to take pictures in front of this landmark. Afterward, Casey’s Turkish student from last year met up with us and we all had Vietnamese pho for dinner. Turkish hospitality continued to Paris; we were surprised when the friend paid for our dinner despite our multiple efforts to stop him. This reaffirms the warm nature of Turkish people; they carry that part of them everywhere they go.
Other Random Things – As we roamed Le Paris, we enjoyed lots of crêpes and cappuccinos – when in Paris, do as Parisians do, right? One of my favorite crêpe places was a little café shop decorated with currency, notes, and photos of customers from around the world. I saw US dollars, Japanese yen, Turkish lira, Pakistani and Indian rupees, British pound, Euros, Saudi riyal, plus others I could not recognize. Another thing I found interesting was a metro station named “Franklin D. Roosevelt.” I smiled because the first thing I thought to myself was: “I suppose FDR has been to Paris a few times in his lifetime. A lot was happening in the 1930s and 1940s in Europe, and quite a number of treaties were signed here.” I felt closer to America seeing FDR’s name on the metro map. Last but not least, we stopped by the famous Lafayette mall on our last day and I purchased a warm, fuzzy scarf which would become, as I later found out, a great investment for Brussels and Amsterdam.
With that said, I now conclude the Paris blog post. Needless to say, there was a lot to see in Paris and we managed to do our best. Hope you learned something new, because I surely did while visiting the city and while doing research to write this post. My friends often ask why I waste time writing so much; I don’t consider blogging a waste of time. When someone has a hobby, they do it with passion and desire. It brings them happiness. Journalism is one of my hobbies, and writing brings me joy. Chronicling, documenting, and sharing my experiences with my family and friends, and others around the world, has always been something I’ve done since I was a child. Writing allows me to collect my thoughts, reflect about my experiences, and gain deeper meanings into the visual world we live in.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Winter Break in Europe

It was an uphill battle to get 10 days off from our university. They are sticklers of rules and therefore were keen on only granting us 10 days out of the country, the same amount for any other teacher employee, instead of two weeks. There are a few things frustrating about this approach. Firstly, we are not like other Akdeniz University teachers in any sense of the word; we do not have established classroom of students, we teach only 5-10 hours a week, and our duties can be summed up with optional speaking clubs and on-call substitute teaching. As Fulbright students, our circumstances are special and should, therefore, in my opinion, be dealt as such. We should be afforded special circumstances because quite frankly, we have special contracts. Secondly, I'm having a hard time understanding why our weekends count as part of the 10 days we are out of the country. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about following the rules, but their stance on this simply seems absurd. Thirdly, if we really do want to talk about contracts and legal language, I believe we are allotted 14 full days out of the country, per Article 12.

Not to mention that the school itself has winter break from January 15 to February 1st, which means there are no students at school for us to teach! I don't understand why the university can't just give us that same time frame off. I think the admin is being bureaucratic just for the sake of exercising its muscles, and as a result, making our lives miserable. This is further creating a negative experience. I cannot wait to provide this feedback to the Turkish Fulbright Commission in hopes that the situation improves for future scholars.

Anyhow, despite our efforts, the administration did not budge and officially only approved our leave for January 18-28.



As if things couldn't get any worse, we were miserable during the week leading up to our trip. All of a sudden, regular teachers were calling out sick (suspicious no?) and we became the scapegoats. Alex and I substituted a ton of classes during the week of student midterms, teaching almost 20 hours that week. It felt weird to be administering an exam for a class I never taught; it felt even more unethical to give oral speaking grades to students I had never worked with before. The entire situation was awful, and added to our growing frustration with the school bureaucracy.

Ok, enough venting. On to the better stuff, the actual places we'll be visiting on our trip! Our itinerary for the next two weeks includes: Barcelona, Paris, Brussels, Amsterdam, and Berlin. If we didn't have to come back on the 28th, we would have added Prague, Vienna, and Budapest to our trip, but unfortunately they had to be cut because we are good girls and we follow school rules. We'll be returning on Friday and going to school just to show the administration our faces so that they can see we stayed within their approved dates. Plus, we'll use the weekend to catch up on rest!

Stay tuned for adventures from each of the above-mentioned cities! Let the #EuropeTrip start!

Monday, August 31, 2015

Journey to Ankara

There are two take-away's from this post:
  • First, that I am safely in my final destination of Ankara, alhamdulillah.
  • Second, the journey was quite bumpy and interesting. See below for the three legs of my journey.

IAD (Dulles), 9:30pm to CDG (Paris), 11am
After saying goodbye to my family, I waited at my gate for an hour. An Air France staff lady walked around the waiting area looking for volunteers to check in additional carry-on items for free; I gladly gave up my carry-on, becoming a minimalist traveling only with my backpack which held my laptop, wallet, and journal. For the first time in my life, I had a seat near the emergency exit. I was promised extra leg room in exchange for guiding passengers safely to the exit in case of an actual emergency. There were two ladies who accompanied me in that role. To my left sat an African woman who was traveling to Mali for a peacekeeping mission for the UN, and to my right sat a white woman who had a cold. The worst part about this 8-hour flight was that I may have caught the white lady's germs. I did watch Legally Blonde 2 and The Queen though, which was a good balance between fun and serious movies, and helped me not think about the germs I was breathing. I'm very germophobic.

CDG (Paris), 12:35pm to IST (Istanbul), 16:55
A view of mountains while flying to Istanbul.
This was a very troubling flight. It was late, I felt sick on it, and there was an unusual passenger on board. While waiting at the gate, I ran into another Fulbrighter headed to Turkey. She was also Pakistani like me and therefore we bonded over our desi culture. But as we started boarding, we heard screaming from the back of the 25-row plane. At first I thought someone was getting medical assistance, but as I made my way towards my seat in the 20th row, I saw two French police officers holding down an Arab-looking man. When I put my backpack in the overhead compartment, I could see that the Arab man was handcuffed. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, repeating the same two phrases. I can't remember what he was saying, but I remember hearing the word "Hezbollah" a few times. I felt nervous and uneasy being seated so close to him. The Pakistani girl was seated in row 24, and she was even more scared than I was, so she asked that I sit with her. As a good friend, I agreed to be supportive. In row 24, we both sat directly across from what appeared to be a detainee, literally 3 feet away. As he screamed and banged his head against the seat, I couldn't help but stare. I felt nauseous, jet-lagged, hungry, sick, and sleepy; and now, very uncomfortable because of what I witnessed. After everyone was seated, the French steward noticed us turning completely yellow and he moved us to seats towards the front of the plane. I felt better about my new window seat, but still had a ranging headache as I tried to make sense of my sniffles and what was happening. As soon as we were served lunch (best plane food I have ever eaten, by the way! - mushroom/mozzarella cheese hot pocket sandwich, bread with brie cheese, pasta with salmon, and a chocolate brownie!), I took two pills of Advil-like pain killer medicine and slept like a baby. I managed to snap a picture from my window seat during landing. Enjoy the pretty mountains! (Unfortunately I don't know what mountain range that is.)

IST (Istanbul), 19:35 to ESD (Ankara), 21:02
Istanbul was a mad house! I felt like an ant squirming in an ant house or a dirt hole, pushing over other ants to move ahead. Needless to say, it was the most stressful airport experience of my journey. I had to single-handedly retrieve my luggage and recheck it for a domestic flight. This was not an easy task. My first challenge was getting a cart; I didn't have any Euros and the currency exchange line was huge. I decided to offer the lady in line ahead of me Turkish lira for a Euro coin; much to my surprise, she was very kind and gave me the coin for free! So glad to know goodness still exists in the world. I proceeded to my luggage claim area, which was the furthest station in the airport. Just my luck. With God's grace, I got all my luggage and exited the "international" section of the Istanbul Ataturk Airport and proceeded to the "domestic" section. This is where things were haywire. It was very disorganized and people were rushing in every direction. I managed to finally find Turkish Airlines desk and waited in line to book my luggage and get my boarding pass. Not only did people cut me in line, which I found to be rude and frustrating, I had to pay again to check my luggage, which as you know I despise. The man who was helping me could not speak any English, and I encountered my first gesticulating experience. He gave me a receipt with luggage weight printed on it and instructed me to go make a payment at the sales desk; noting that he would withhold my passport until I do so. What a hassle, and how inconvenient. I had to make my way back through squirming ants, wait in another line at the sales office, and pay approximately $60 in Turkish lira. After my first successful Turkish lira transaction, I went back to the short man at the Turkish Airlines desk, gave him my receipt of payment, and he finally issued me my boarding pass. Many people asked him questions while he was helping me and I exercised my patience skills.

When I found my domestic flight's gate, I found a huddle of young people sitting in a circle on the floor. Such an American thing to do at airports, and at once, I knew that was the Fulbright bunch. I chatted with them, made new friends, and waited for the flight to Ankara with dry eye contacts and an exhausted body. The food on the flight was eggplant sauce and a turkey sandwich -- ha, I'm not sure if that was supposed to be a punny joke on their part. The domestic flight was quick, maybe 40 minutes but the landing was atrocious. Instead of a smooth "woosh", the plane landed with a big "THUMP". Luckily we were all safe.

Ankara to Hotel
Like a sheep following a herd, all passengers getting off the Ankara flight went to the first sign that said "baggage claim". What many people missed, including myself and all my fellow Fulbright peers, was that there were two baggage claim areas -- an international one, and a domestic one. So where does everyone go? To the wrong baggage claim. For some people who were able to book their luggage directly to Ankara, the international baggage claim area was the correct place to be. But for majority of us, we waited like fools in the international section not realizing that our baggage was actually in the domestic area since our flight was coming from Istanbul. These are real life experiences, people. It would help if I knew some Turkish -- inshAllah, soon I will. At about 23rd hour (11pm), a group of of us found our luggage, took the Belko Air bus to the hotel (very fancy and comfortable for only 8 TL ~ $2.50), got off at a big station, took a taxi that drove 100mph without seat belts, and reached our destination, the fancy Niza Park Hotel, at 12:30am. My phone battery was at 3% and the first thing I did when I got into my room was charge it and let my family know I had safely arrived.

Why do airports make you cry?

August 29, 2015

Today is my last day in the U.S. and it has been a pretty hectic one. I woke up two whole hours earlier than my normal summer hour, noon, and finished packing. My older sister took me to the mall to get comfortable Nike shoes, but malls over the weekends are crowded and it took us longer than we had anticipated. Nonetheless, we got home in a timely fashion, ate Mom's delicious chicken biryani, and got ready. As per tradition, my family took photos and then we all prayed for my safe journey. Around 5:30pm, we hit the road for Dulles airport.

I'm flying Air France from DC to Istanbul, with a quick layover in Paris. I packed two checked luggage, one carry-on, and a backpack. Luckily my first checked luggage was free, but the second one cost $100. There's nothing in the world I hate more than luggage fees. But alas, such is life. And no, this is not what made me cry at the airport.

Next, my parents and my younger sister went to the exchange booth because I wanted to have some Turkish lira on me before I got to the country. The current rate in the market is 2.91 lira per dollar; but the guy at the booth cheated us and gave us 2.51 lira per dollar, in addition to charging us a $10 service fee. Baba was not happy about this, and I rolled my eyes in frustration. There are some things in life that you just have to accept; sadly, a corrupt world is one of them. Again, no tears here.

The Departure Gates. That's where it happened.

There was a man standing in front of the big sign labeled "All Departure Gates." His job is to check boarding passes and only let traveling passengers through, which means he probably witnesses a lot of emotional moments. What a tough job! Speaking of emotional moments, my family and I had mine. My mom started crying, which made me cry, and we shared a warm hug for a good two minutes. Then I turned around, and saw Baba teary-eyed, and I hugged him goodbye too. Last time I saw Baba cry was when he dropped me off at Bowdoin College back in August 2009. Finally, I hugged my airport photographer, my sister Laraib and proceeded towards the man witnessing the scene. I didn't want to look back but I couldn't help it. I waved my family a final goodbye, took a huge breath (which helped clear out the emotions), and went down the escalators.

Saying goodbye to my family at Dulles Int'l Airport.
There's something about airports that just brings choking tears to people's eyes. I don't know what it is. Maybe they spray something special in airports to make sure eyes water up. Parting from family members, regardless of the occasion, is very symbolic and often emotional. I told my mom she had nothing to worry about because I would be back in 9 months, and she and Baba would be visiting me in a few months too - that we will all be reunited in just a matter of short time. This didn't console her much because I knew the thought that was lingering in her mind -- it was the same one that lingered in my mind. The thought that no one likes to admit but expresses with their tears: what if there is no next time? What if this is it, this is the last time you see your family?

As scary as that thought may be, I'm an optimist so I like to think the best of every situation. I am confident that my travels will be safe and that I will return to the USA in one piece, inshAllah. That said, there was one last thing that made me cry at the airport: I badly chipped my left thumb's nail, so much so that it bled a little. It must have happened at some point while I was handling luggage. I didn't have clippers on me, so a bandaid did the trick.