Copied from my journal, since it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. I wrote it in Germany, but I reckon it’s still applicable here in Poland, too. (By the by, flickr has some updates as well.)
(18 September: Gatschow, Germany)
“I’ve been thinking about something [English] Ed said back at the hostel in the Netherlands. He was talking about [Texas] Nick, who was leaving to go back to Texas a few days after this conversation. Ed was saying that he just didn’t think Nick was meant to go home yet; that he was meant to keep traveling and to have more adventures and experiences. And it’s sort of stuck in my head because I’ve been wondering(/wandering, ha ha, punny) what am I meant to do? I think I’m meant to keep traveling until I want or maybe even need to go home. I think maybe I need to be doing all this traveling right now as a way to free myself from Hampshire. And from the Valley, actually. I think going any which direction I chose is a good way to gain ultimate control over my life after having school decide what I’m going to do, think about, and experience for the last several years. It’s almost my own coming of age ritual. Coming of age in the sense of actual assumption of responsibility. I suppose I’m using this as a ceremony for myself. It’s something of a soul journey…a spirit walk! Or something.
There’s another part of me that has been thinking a lot about “What the heck am I doing here?” I don’t speak any German, so why did I decide to come to Germany? Well, because there’s a host who was available who speaks English. What about Poland? And all these other places? There’s a part of me that realizes I can’t expect to be able to communicate any better than a Russian coming to my hometown back in Connecticut. But should we (as travelers and global citizens both) be limited to seeing places and experiencing life only in places that speak our language? That doesn’t quite make sense to me either. We learn so much by living other’s lives and experiencing a different way of being. Should Americans constrain their experiences to the US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, and the UK? And for that matter, I can hardly understand some UK (or even southern US) accents. Does that mean I should not go down south just because I can’t communicate comfortably? I don’t think so. I think it’s one thing to assume that everyone should (or does) speak your language. I think that’s wrong. However, it’s natural to ask if they do. A French family traveling through Bethel would find that I can actually give them directions or help them out, at least a little. Yes, the experience of being in a new country and speaking that language is very different from the experience of not speaking that language. But does that make the experience any less valuable? I don’t know, but I don’t feel like it’s the case.
I’m sure that someone somewhere would think I was being a self-centered American by traveling like I am, but I don’t think it’s wrong. I think I’m learning a lot from the people I meet (and I think I’m even learning a lot from that disorienting feeling of not being as self-sufficient and independent as I am at home) and I think there is no shame in learning. And no, I can’t learn everything. I can’t learn all the history and all the politics and all the stories of oppression while also experiencing the place as it is RIGHT NOW or the understanding of the place from those who live there. I just don’t have the time. I can’t even do that at home. Maybe I should know everything about a place I live in, but I just can’t know everything. I’m okay with that. I just want to learn something. That’s all I can really ask for and be able to honestly accept. I’ll keep thinking about this. Maybe I’ll become enlightened.”
Meanwhile, as another update for today (ohmygod, two in one day, aren’t you so excited you just want to explode?) I have had an absolutely magnificent day. My new host is one of the most generous, giving, energetic, enthusiastic people I’ve ever met. She runs an English language school, so after we went to the market (I tried a traditional Polish sausage) I helped her put packets together and we talked and talked and talked and had pierogi (I got the spelling right this time) for lunch (Russian style with cheese and ham, and spinach and feta, and another kind that was meat and good and then for dessert there was a raspberry kind and another kind with sweet cheese, like in a Danish and it was all INSANELY delicious) and then I talked with her students for a while about traveling, help exchange, circus, life, the Boondock Saints, prostitution (…), driving cross country in a pickup truck in December, etc. And then 2 girls who go to this school (but weren’t in that class) took me out on the town and we had an amazing time. We walked around and talked and went to see the oldest movie theater in the world (built in 1909) and went to this delicious traditional Polish restaurant and they got me a traditional meal and we talked about everything and then for dessert we went up to Cafe 22, which is at the top of the tallest building and has a panoramic view of the city, and we drank the world’s most amazing hot chocolate. I don’t take that statement lightly. I’ve had a lot of hot chocolate in my life, but I can honestly say, this was the best. Thick, rich, intense, seriously delicious and honestly so thick a straw would have easily stood up in it. I feel like I’m being absolutely spoiled, and I can’t thank everyone enough for all they’re doing for me. It’s amazing. And I’ve talked so much today that it’s astounding that I spent two days without talking while I was traveling from Liverpool to the Hague. I’m learning more about the communist history here in Szczecin. It was completely flattened in WWII, and it was rebuilt according to the time, so it’s a really interesting mix of old and new, as I think I mentioned earlier. Also, apparently in WWII yes, Germany took over Poland, but 10 days later, Russia invaded, took all the intelligent Polish commanding officers down to Ukraine, and killed them. It’s certainly a different perspective on things.
Also, speaking of perspective: most of this area is Catholic. The mother of my last couch host was VERY Catholic and asked (translated through my host) if I was Catholic or baptized.
“Uhm….no. To both.”
My host looked at me silently, took a deep breath, and translated. Her mother stared at me silently, then turned and left.
“She doesn’t like that.”
Her mom came back in, said something, and left again.
“She says it’s just different.”
It was strange for me because I knew she was Catholic, so I knew I could have just lied and said yes, I’d been baptized but I’m not religious. But I didn’t feel like that was right. Instead I later compromised and told her that even though I wasn’t religious, my mom was Catholic. (Sorry, Mom. Please don’t kill me. You already yelled at me for it in my conscience.) I think it helped a little. Anyway, that was a little weird for me…I don’t think I’ve ever been asked if I’ve been baptized before. I could have just as easily said no, I’m Jewish, but why should it matter? It’s just a strange realization to know I’m seriously in the religious minority and to fear that I might be rejected because of it. It’s a silly fear, I know this. But still. Maybe it’s not so silly, since wars are fought over beliefs.
Anyway, it looks like my itinerary has changed (again). Here’s the current plan:
-Szczecin, helping out at this language school (Sept 29-Oct 5)
-Berlin, staying with a friend of this host (Oct 5-6)
-Prague (Oct 6-8)
-Istanbul and JAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! (Oct 8-14)
-Greece!
Oh, and the new header picture is from Scheveningen, Netherlands. It’s roughly a 5 minute walk from the hostel I worked at.