Sunday, October 11, 2009

Thoughts from Hong Kong

So I’ve finally made it to Asia thanks to Ambien and the power of positive thinking, fighting through my horrific claustrophobia we arrived in Hong Kong for a one-week business/personal trip.

When you travel outside the US, especially to major cities like Paris, London, and certainly Hong Kong, you are increasingly reminded that the US is not the center of the world, despite our strong beliefs otherwise.

Hong Kong and its territories is full of young, creative people, walking the streets on a humid Saturday night, very alive, great energy. Not Parisian energy, but significant gathering of world cultures. A gateway to the rest of Asia for me, to other cities like Beijing, Shanghai, possibly Thailand and Vietnam.

The pollution was almost immediately noticeable to me, with sneezing and wheezing so I will have to take precautions during the day.

Our hotel is the Marco Polo Gateway, on Kowloon, which is part of the Gateway Ocean Terminal shopping mall, an enormous shopping mall comparable to Paris and New York in the quantity and quality of the vendors. The hotel is a solid business hotel, like a Hilton in the states, a bit worn, but a good value. Its one deficit is a lack of wifi in the room but we are told the hotel is adding it soon.

Upon arriving at the airport we instantly knew we were not in the US when we observed airport workers walking with face masks and rubber gloves, temperature sensors in the customs area, and upon exiting the train to Kowloon and entering the bus, observing the driver sitting on the right side of the bus and realizing that on the stairs, the escalators, or the street we would not just be on the opposite side the world, but also on the opposite side of everything else.

After checking in we ate dinner in the mall food court which was closing at 10p.m.. We then walked outside to the Star Ferry terminal and marveled at the view across the bay to Hong Kong Island. Which is spectacular with all the buildings on the water lit up, a very modern skyline. Victoria Peak was blocked by haze and humidity but we should be able to see it in the morning. There was a beautiful lantern display in honor of the Asia games in which an enormous dragon lantern in several parts was used to bridge the world and its continents, weaving through them and among them, with the Eiffel tower represented.

We then walked toward the Penninsula Hotel and the Sheraton which are across the street from the Cultural Center where there is a science and space museum and acquarium, and various performance spaces. There is only one word for it, for all of it, fascinating.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

French 101

So, we started out classes this week at Alliance Francaise. I was definitely terrified going in to the classroom, afraid I would not be able to keep up as I quickly recognize that of the ten or so people in the room, I am definitely the oldest. Afraid that my mind cannot keep up and learn something so new and foreign, but I have been pleasantly surprised. The teacher, Marie-Rose is delightful, she explains well, her French is understandable to me, I am learning, and it is making sense. The drive into NYC is not as difficult as we anticipated, and the location, although on the east side of Manhattan, easy parking if we are there before 7 p.m. for the 7:20 p.m. class. When we leave at 9p.m. we are not yet bogged down in traffic from Broadway shows, and probably because of the economy, there are not as many cars on the road.

The class is full of interesting people, vast majority women, who have a broad array of professions, from the fashion industry, to civil engineering, to court interpretation, and another attorney, and so on. Others speak Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Korean, but here we are, all learning French for business and/or travel. Fascinating. The classes are full, beginners and advanced, and the building seems bursting with activity.

And so, we continue for 9 weeks, one down, eight to go.

Friday, September 25, 2009

The Cheese Portal

At the event we went to this week at Alliance Francaise, the cheese was provided via a vendor who has an eye-opening or mouth watering cheese website describing every French cheese, with a cheese map describing where the cheese comes from, what it tastes like, its consistency, how it is made, in other words everything you ever (or never) wanted to know about French cheese.

www.iledefrancecheese.com.

Bon Appetit.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

New Articles

A whole edition of Departures is All France all the time. Many wonderful articles. Hours to read but time well spent, Paris, Provence, Biarritz, I am ready to fly now (if only).

Also, courtesy of an article in this month's Travel and Leisure, I now know the difference between an antique (more than 100 years old) and brocantes (only 50).


Learning French

Unfortunately, when in school, I never studies French, just Spanish. Spanish is a simple language. The words look like what they sound like. I can understand Spanish when it is spoken, slowly. Even quickly, I can pick out words. French spoken quickly sounds like mish mash to me, a blur. After 10 years of traveling in France, without formal studying, my French is what I call restaurant and shopping French, lots of nouns, some verbs, some adjectives, but no idea had to conjugate a verb, and to structure a sentence. When I see the words written, I have no idea how to pronounce them. D. and I have been talking for years about taking classes so he could improve and I could start really learning. So, next week we start at Alliance Francaise in NYC. Last night we went to a very nice introduction there, a wine and cheese event. It is a very frightening prospect to contemplate a formal class with homework to add to my existing work and personal schedule, but it is time to learn.




Friday, September 18, 2009

By the sea in the fall




Recently, on a nice day during the week, my husband suggested we take a drive for an early dinner, as we say in New Jersey "down the shore." So, long story short, we ended up in Asbury Park, an unlikely spot that has seen many hard days but is improving, on the boardwalk, at a very nice Italian restaurant called Stella Marina. And, as my life is really two-degrees of separation, not six, while eating, we saw neighbors from our street coming in to eat a later dinner. How unlikely is that? The Jersey Shore is definitely not for us during the summer, but after Labor Day or in the spring, it is worth the drive for a walk on the famous boardwalks lining the beaches, for a Sunday brunch, and sea air and breezes.

It was a lovely, enjoyable, peaceful, evening by the water, as we soaked up what may be one of the last nice days of the year, before the fall turns colder, winter comes upon us, and we begin to focus on our plans and images of the next summer to help us survive the grey, bleak, short days of winter.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Julia non persona in France?

Article attached about how Julia Child is not well known in France, and how some feel she did not represent French cuisine well in the U.S.

www.nytimes.com/2009/09/17/world/europe/17julia.html?hpw