A Borrowed Life

* Summer 2011 in the city comes to an end

2011-09-03T19:31:00.032-04:00

The official end of summer is upon us and I have yet to fully accomplish my 2011 'Summer bucket list of activities'. Labor Day marked the official end of summer time activities here in the cities. How terribly depressing that is to say. Perhaps I was too lazy, perhaps I thought this day wouldn't arrive so fast as it did or perhaps I spent too many hours on the road to/from Michigan...my 'list' will have to wait until next year - if I am fortunate enough to have another summer in the Chicago city. I did however get to experience my favorite weekend here which was the annual 'Air and Water Show' and this year the Thunderbirds preformed (Air Force branch of flyers) which is the absolute highlight of the year for me
On July 28th, I celebrated my "13th Lungversary" which is a huge number - one that I still can't quite comprehend. When I actually had my transplant I never considered how long this transplant would actually last but I definitely didn't plan to have them this long. Although transplant survival number are continually increasing its still hard to phantom that I've been walking around, inhaling with someone else's breathers. Amazing - no other way to view it. I had and still do not have any fear of my own death, since I've been been planning for it for most of my life (when we were born we were told that our survival was till 12yrs old...at most). It's simply not a thought that shocks me into pity as I'm always prepared for it and when it does happen, I will accept it. Regardless of the above thought, however, I am grateful beyond human utterances to my donor's decision to give a perfect stranger, another chance at life and always remember the family that mourns this loss.
Life here in Chi town for the summer was magical - I think if this city had LA weather all year around - it would be a dwellers paradise (and thus far too expensive for me to live in). Although the tradition for me has always been to travel to Europe during September or Summer - I choose to forfeit that experience and instead, save the trip until May 2012. For that trip, I hope to also visit Russia, Ukraine, and perhaps a few other, never before seen destinations of choice. I'm certain that by now the pattern seems obvious - Liz always travels to the former Eastern European countries in the summer (and every now n then to Australia) and although that's true, that's also where I have the most familiarity and where I find myself most wanting to travel to - I've seen a lot of Western Europe, but there's still so much to discover in these former bloc countries - much of it I still haven't seen.
The other week I had 2 couch-surfers from Siberia, Russia. To think that they live in less than ideal, cold conditions most of the year is shocking (that explains why they had no problem sleeping with the balcony open on a colder fall night) . Of course my father was excited to hear that that I was finally hosting some Russian couchsurfers as he and his family were sent to Siberia (Novosibirsk) for 6 long years during the war, so he speaks Russian fluently. I will admit that next to French, it's my favorite sounding language.
Speaking of couch-surfers, I also had a guy from Afghanistan stay with me for a few days. He kept me entertained with some rather crazy stories - such as the one where everyone thinks he's a spy. I guess that could be the case, but if true, then I don't think he put much effort into the spy business while he was here as his goals seem to be to meet as many people as possible, kiss a few ladies in between and swear up a storm, in English :-)
Thankfully work is going much better for me this year. It seems that all these last few years of people doing 'stay-cations' it has created a lot of pent up demand. People are getting out there and traveling again, and for that I'm grateful as Chicago is much more expensive than the Detroit hood. (though I did have to borrow money for rent this month, but I heard it's a chronic problem for people everywhere - unfortunately when one works for themselves, the pay isn't steady ). I do find it humerus when friends ask me 'if I'm still in the travel business' ....as if that was simply a passing hobby I was involved in. Yes, I am still in the 'travel business' and hope to be for years to come as I really enjoy my work. I recently had my website re-vamped, so check it out here. (it doesn't look the best on an Ipad though)
By the way, Congrats on our new (or soon to be) baby mamas - Shelly, Kristie, Camille & Iris!

* Big City welcomes Summer

2011-07-02T13:34:00.031-04:00

Welcome to the summer of 2011 all my American readers. I hope that you, like I, are looking forward to a glorious couple months of bright days, laughs and few enjoyable events all embraced by the warm days and evenings.

My Life in the Big City recently experienced a milestone.... On June 01st, I celebrated my 1 yr anniversary. I can kvetch how quickly the yr has elapsed but instead I'll just say, 'I can't believe I made it this long'!. I honestly thought that I wouldn't be able to live alone. I always preferred to share the same abode with someone else for company and also for security (what if I were to fall and I couldn't get up or got violently ill- who would assist me?) I spent almost all my life sharing my living quarters with someone else so it was a revelation that I actually enjoyed being by myself (and didn't experience any falls or illnesses:-) In the future, I would strongly consider a roomate...but now, the location, the amenities included and the fabulous view, this place has become my sanctuary in a way. It will probably be one of the 'coolest' places I've rested my head so I'm so grateful to God for blessing me with this unique Chicago apartment.

I told myself that I would give it 'a year' and then decide as to whether or not I would say on in Chicago.,,,whether after a year, I would feel like this is home or could become home. Well the decision has been made...I will be staying on until I'm either called back to Michigan, I run out of money or I move elsewhere (perhaps I'll follow the herd and head south). Fortunately meeting people has been much easier then anticipated and I found a terrific church I enjoy being a part of, so the only other thing missing in this scenario is a man .....:-)

I recently returned from my summer vacation - an 8-day road trip to New England (my favorite area of the USA). My friend Andrew, from Australia, flew in to join me on the trip. Our itinerary included the following destinations..NW Massachusetts, Mohawk trail drive: Boston: Providence, Rhode Island: Newport Rhode Island: Coastal drive through Connecticut: Sleepy Hollow - NY Hudson River Valley area. There is something about road-trips...., the constant moving and constant change of scenery which makes for an excellent and most memorable vacation experience. If you asked me to travel to a Caribbean Island (for example) and spend my entire vacation on the beach...I would go postal. I would rather dip myself in honey and place my body on a ant hill than take that type of sedentary (read:boring) vacation. Instead, I enjoy exploring and discovering, which is why I relish road-trips or any type of trips which offers new and varied experiences. On the last day of our trip we drove through the village of Sleepy Hollow made famous by book/movie 'Legend of Sleepy Hollow'. At the cemetery we were looking for the infamous grave, until the caretaker reminded us that "it was only a story and there is no grave". Hmpft!
Thought I'd leave you with a unique photo taken from my balcony one morning (4:30am) last week.

* Time for Spring has sprung

2011-04-02T18:37:00.049-04:00

Yes, yes I realize I was 'MIA' for some time, but from my Fb postings, most know that I haven't left this earth. I was simply waiting to have a few more life experiences under my belt before I share them.
Spring is 'officially' sprung here in the USA and has descended on the big city. Its truly a fabulous time to be here for that. Now with each visit to Michigan (I go there monthly, for a week/more now) I actually anticipate returning back to Chicago - as its starting to feel like home. I never tire of that first glimpse of the city, east of South Shore Drive - unfolding like a exquisite painting. I'm dreading the day when my sublet owner has to return from living abroad and requests his apartment back......
I put together my first 'group social' (photos)- here a few weeks back with people from my Lakeview Church. This is something I used to do fairly often in Michigan....(until the Great demise hit the State and everyone started to abandon Michigan as if it were the Titanic) so its a joy to put this skill back into practice. There are many people that come to Chicago alone...having no family or friends - so as a result we are all looking for a friend base to call our family and what better group to do that with than the local church group. Although the primary reason for this particular meetup was a 'send-off' for Sumith (an MD student relocating to VA), it was a terrific opportunity to socialize and get to know one another better.
I had the opportunity to attend a 'Speed-Dating' session recently (why do people think I am 'brave' for doing this?)- something I always wanted to try after seeing it in the movie 'Hitch'. I went with a friend, Alicia, as my 'wing woman'. Surprisingly they sat us right next to one another, so during the breaks, we would 'review' the matches that just came through (interspersed with hushed giggling). She said it was like 'interviewing' her father. The age range was too wide with many men being in their 50's. I'm certain they would have been excellent prospects for some, just not for me. (says the cougar in training). It was exhausting attempting to summarize myself & personality within a 5-min time frame but worth the experience. I thought I would include some of the questions that were put to me by the bachelors. Bachelor #3: "So which SITC character are you (seriously. that was his 1st question). Bachelor #5: "I find Chicago women are way too bossy for me, from anywhere else, like the suburbs they are fine (never married, 55yr old).. Bachelor #8: " I won't be having any more kids (snip snip) as I found out after my 3rd kid, that I was simply too fertile". (really,... a fertile guy, how odd)
Also in the Lizym news....last week I received my first visitors of the Spring season. During the winter, you couldn't pay people to come visit me (even if it was in Cheesecake Factory currency) - because Chicago winters are considered the worse in the US - as voted by Conde Naste readers. Justin/Kim spent almost a week here for Justin's spring break (Justin is my absolutely favorite teenager). On Saturday, Julie Kantor (remember her during that one endless summer in '97) visited us with her son Evan. It was especially joyful to witness Kim & Julie reunite after more than 10+ yrs. Having said that, I'm always grateful for sites such as 'Facebook' which keep us in direct contact with another - even if we aren't able to physically visit with them. It's now near impossible to simply 'loose touch' with someone as I've done so many times in years past.
So as I close, I just wanted to extend an invite to those looking to visit Chicago this spring/summer. Remember you are ALWAYS welcome to stay at my place. My 1-bedroom, though not big, offers a terrific location & view, close to the city sights. If you are just passing through - make sure to call/email/text so that we can meet and share the sights of the big city.
My digits: 313-515-71
Finally, here's a video of my Chicago abode - courtesy of Youtube.

* Suriving Chicago

2011-02-11T20:17:00.027-05:00

Greetings from bitter cold Chicago – home of snowed in cars, impassible streets and the bundled masses. It was actually a treat to watch the Blizzard from my 15^th floor apt. last week – of course, I was home bound for 2 days, but had all my necessities, (warm apt, internet connection, full fridge & Red Box) so I was set for the long haul.
Of course, Chicago had to make news with its 700+ abandoned snowed in cars on Lake Shore Drive in (which fronts Lake Michigan and is prone to more wind/snow) after an accident left the drivers in dire straights unable to get past the accident ahead. The snow was coming down so fast, that it basically snowed those cars in after the accident was cleared. People eventually just got out of their cars and caught a nearby bus or train home. Now you couldn’t do that in Detroit unless you have a lifetime to wait for a bus.
Sooo driving around after the 20 inches of snow is quite the obstacle course. There are literally cars still buried that no one has seen for days. Everyone whose car is parked on the street, needs to have a spare shovel in their boot. After they have cleared their car, they replace the empty space with a chair, walker, something to save it for future use (only in Chicago:-) I’m just SOOO very grateful I have a garage for my car - it makes my laziness easier to manage.
Life has been getting more interesting here in Chi-town (the city’s lust wears thin when its winter here). I realized the older one gets, the tougher it is to make friends in a new town – simply because people my age are busy with work/young kids/driving kids/husband/home/etc and they have less time for a social life. It doesn’t help that I work from home, by myself. So finding a place where one ‘fits- in’, does take some time & investment. In overcoming this challenge, I try to be more forward and initiate more often than I normally would – fortunately, as you all know, I’m not shy so that does help matters. To get out there and mingle, I try to attend gathering - which there is heaps of here. The other week I attended a 'Vegan' gathering and last week I attended a Chicago organ donor organization mtg and signed on as a volunteer - places that introduced me to some new faces.
I’ve always found it important to get a good ‘church friend base’ here as that is where I usually go to get encouragement.
Fortunately, a lovely couple, who moved here from Michigan, (there’s are heaps of Michiganders here) started a Friday evening vespers at their home which includes a delicopis home cooked Indian meal, almost weekly. We have a good small group that mainly hails from one of the SDA churches I attend – LakeView SDA. The other church I attend is the Polish SDA church. Their members have kindly and most graciously reached out to me and each time I attend, I’m invited to a Polish potluck, which not only provides needed sustenance but allows me opportunity to practice my Polish – bad grammar and all. It's most frustrating though as I feel like I can’t fully express my personality in Polish. I feel like a 5yr old talking. So few of them speak English, so the onus is on me to be understood. Fortunately there are heaps of opportunities to learn Polish in this city as everyone knows Chicago was colonized by the Poles so it's everywhere – grocery stores, radio, church etc. Its up to me, though, to put the effort in and actually better my Polish (I never learnt to read & write so I didn't learn proper grammar)
As I find it necessary to include photos in every blog I post (to break up the type), here's a few. #1: Kim, Bridget & I at ‘ladies night out to the theater’ to see ‘Mary Poppins’ (yes, thats right, Mary Poppins), back in December. #2: long anticipated high school reunion with 2 of my favorite girls from high school – Arlene & Robbie And finally, Pele, my ward for a week in December. He's a blind snoodle (poodle n Schnauzer mix). My dog sitting him was my attempt to showcase to the world that I CAN keep a breathing being alive for a week (or even more) .

* Happy Thxgiving.

2010-10-16T16:29:00.024-04:00

I can't fully believe I've been here in Chicago now for 5 months.....golly gee..., why must time travel at lightening speed - thankfully we were all given memories to savor. (don't you find it interesting that no one under 30 ever refers to 'time flying')? With the recent time change, I feel cheated, as the sun sets here 45 min. sooner than in Detroit. It could be worse though, I could be the one of the mass of casualties that wakes up in the dark and returns home from work in the dark.....never to enjoy the sun except on weekends.
I have committed to staying on in Chicago for the winter (or until I run out of money, as I tell people), in an attempt to build some sort of life here. I will add that the Windy city is more expensive than Michigan. Gas is 30 - 40 cents more per gallon but fortunately everything I need is only a few miles from me, so walking or busing is my mode of transport. I'll wait to see if that still applies when the snow comes :-)
Chicago, albeit crowded and congested at times, is so full of opportunity and options... Even if I don't make use of any of them, at least I have the option to do so and for me, that is the joy of living in the concret jungle.
A few wks back I had the opportunity to road trip to ObamaCountry - Washginton DC, along with the lovely Golubic's. We had a chance to meet up up with dear friends (ex-Michiganders), Kristie n Jason Elliot, who left our great state for greener work pastures. (tear) It just so happened that the 'Rally to Restore Sanity' was in full swing the same weekend, so we also had a chance to experience the sanity process hosted by 'John Stewart'. Though it was a rally for both sides, it was definitely the scene of some real crazy-ness. I've never attended a DC rally, so perhaps what we witnessed was actually normal?

Ode' to the Thxgiving day:
Top 5 things I'm thankful for:
1. A God that loves me and still puts up with me, despite myself.
2. Living in Chicago
3. Friends/Family I can count on
4. My donor's choice to be a donor
5. The ability to still travel and experience new scenery/people.

* Cheap postcard from Vienna

2010-09-17T13:46:00.006-04:00

Greetings from the city voted `Best place to live´ - 2nd yr running. Vienna is wanna-be architects and photographers dream..similiar in style to Prague or even Budapest but every inch of this place is clean and rehabed to its original splendor. I even witnessed them cleaning things that were already clean. Historically, its the seat of the Habsburg Dynasty with some pretty impressive Palaces and structures to prove it. From its blood line was born Maria Antoionette.

I studied German in college so I was able, at one pt, to even ask/receive directions in Deutsche the other day...even tho its been many yrs since I opened a German textbook. Oh course that always excites me at first until people start talking faster and using bigger words, then my eyes glaze over and I can only nod and utter the words, Ja oder Nein.

Im couchsurfing for the 2nd time here in Wien.. Couldn't have landed a more agreeable and kinder host. He shared with me the inside scoop on the city...the where and hows,,,, gave me access to his computer, handed me the keys to his apt and hasn't been back in two days now. I even have my own bedroom along with two friendly cats, which is a rarity in the couchsurfing world.

Unfortunately, like many of the masses I know, that have Iphones or Droids, I am not able currently, to post any of the photos I took with me camera, so alas I will have to wait to post those when I return on the 20th. Tear...

If any of my Fb peeps have been to Vienna, perhaps you can email me suggestions on what to see or do besides the obvious museums and palaces. ....

* Summer fun in the Chicago

2010-08-22T15:07:00.009-04:00

There is something so therapeutic at looking onto water,... more so than mountains, rivers or other picturesque landscapes. I wonder why that is. Each day I go onto my little balcony, overlooking Lake Michigan, and simply thank God for the opportunity to experience this place. Its probably the loveliest apt I have ever rented (2nd only to my Northville place)
This apt seems to evoke a kind of 'resort' feel to it as its right across the road to a lovely, lakeside park/beach area. Chicago has one of the longest parks in the US - 26 miles of waterfront park which becomes the star attraction on busy summer weekends. Finally, I think to myself..."I have a place that people actually want to visit" - which unfortunately wasn't the case in Michigan. This is probably the reason I've been doing a lot of hosting - which I genuinely enjoy. I even have a sightseeing 'route' I take my visitors on, while posing as a local. My visitors all seem to leave refreshed, albeit reluctantly, especially after I show them the Pièce de résistance - the 48th roof top view from my apt building, overlooking the lake and Chicago city. It's a delight to see them take in that first view...
In addition to friends visiting, I've had a few couch surfers crash here as well. Fortunately they are all fairly independent so I only need to provide a key, a map and they take care of themselves. I'm actually grateful to them, for riding the bicycle I dragged all the way from MI so as to make me feel much less guiltier for not riding it myself.
Last weekend I set a record , cramming 7 people into this 1 bedroom place. The Rosekrans, Aragones + friend visited for the weekend of the Chicago Air Show (my absolute fav. time to be here) and it was a crazy fun time had by all. The Aragones clan are a Caribbean family of 3 kids + their mum. They truly have such wonderful chemistry between them that its a joy to witness. In many ways they are in direct contrast to our Caucasian and somewhat reserved ways. The combination of them together is sheer entertainment that is 2nd to none. I haven't laughed that hard since...well...my memory just doesn't go back that far....
In between blog posts I took a quick trip to Chapel Hill for my bi-annual transplant appt. This time around, I got to spend it with a UNC transplantee, Mandy, which I met living in N.C those many moons ago. It's been well over 5 yrs since we've seen each other and to say that I was happy to see Mandy was an understatement (she's the one in print on the left). She's one of the few people who has the same CF bug I do which limited our initial chances at a transplant (truth be told my own UNC transplant center wouldn't transplant me now if I needed one because of this bug) It's wonderful to see that she is also doing so well, 10 yrs after her own transplant.
In the blog photos you'll also find a pic of us and a one of Metro SDA Church's favorite people - Pastor Frank Haynes, who is currently pastoring the N. Aurora church in Illinois. Happy 'end of the summer' everyone!!

* Back in the Big City

2010-06-19T18:49:00.043-04:00

Alas, she's alive and kicking!....now I know what writer's feel like when they get 'writers block'. I've always tried to be a women of action, so writing about activities is more my style than is writing about any other aspect of my life. For so much of the year though nothing changes, so in response I think that if I'm going to take up someone's time with this blog, perhaps I should have something note worthy to write about.. ..alas I think that time has come.

As spring approached earlier this yr, my mind quickly darted to 'summer vacation planning' mode. For the last 5 yrs I haven't spent one summer in Michigan and this yr would be no different - as long as I have the will and the health to do so (which I do). I considered a summer rental in Paris or Rome but with the high cost of living there it would mean my place of residence would be a virtual shoe box.....instead I opted to return to a nearby favorite - Chicago. I couldn't be happier with my decision. I landed a terrific apartment with a breaktaking 15th floor view of Lake Michigan in the Lakeview area of Chi town. It also includes a parking spot - which is unheard of in Chicago! Each day I take in the wondrous lakeview out on my balcony (and try not to scare myself at the apt's height) . There is something so cathartic at looking out onto the water....more so than mountains or sunsets.
My parents came to visit the very next day I arrived. My mum is quite frankly the "wonder women" of house cleaning - more industrious than 10 merry maids on crack. Within a few short hrs, my apt was now considered 'livable' to her high standards. Although my folks are suburbanites, they really enjoyed their time here and could understand my desire to spend the summer in this city.
As always, I especially enjoy having a place I can share with others. That's probably one of the highlights of having an apt in an exciting destination. I was especially involved in couchsurfing last year in Prague so we'll see how that goes this year.
My 2nd week here afforded me the opportunity to host my friend Rudy from France (which I met last yr in Prague) and his travel buddy Xavier for a few days. Their adventure plan is to see as much of the US as possible in the 2.5 months they're here and so far I believe they've experience more of it than I have ever. I took them to a what I could consider a 'special treat' - a Stanley cup parade. Chicago became the Stanley cup hockey champions of 2010 so in celebration the city hosted a parade in their honor. Honestly, I've never seen so many white people in one place though. It was a real treat to have the Frenches here as they are great guys (did I mention they have french accents. swoon) and to be able to show them around this great city.
Just an update, the gal I wrote about in my previous email, Eva, died a few weeks after that video was published. Because of the organ shortage, she didn't survive long enough to find a match. Remember: Sign up and be an Organ Donor!

* Life is short...

2010-03-06T15:22:00.015-05:00

With the advent of blogging, we become voyeurs in another life without having to be a part of it - something I find fascinating in this time's culture. You'll find those, struggling with an illness (past/present) or 'some issue', seem to be more proliferate at it. Because of my special circumstances, I tend to seek out bloggers who basically have or are about to have a transplant, intrigued by their experience and in turn hoping to learn from them as well.
That being said, there is one blog I follow of a gal named 'Eva'. She appears to be a very popular blogger, with followers spanning the globe. She's from Vancouver and has Cystic Fibrosis. She had a double lung transplant (tx) 2 yrs ago, but unfortunately (as tends to be the case in about 60% of lung tx patients), she is in chronic rejection. There is no cure for chronic rejection (only acute rejection, which I've had 3x) The only option is to live long enough to have a 2nd transplant.
Her poetic and lyrical writing has moved me and I find myself hopeful for her transplant to come soon. With a brave heart, she filmed this short video, surrounded by her family - a 'farewell to the world' if you will as she's been told she has only a short time left. I wanted to share it with you because its just so incredibly moving - such rawness that is rarely seen. I include this not in an effort to garnish pity but in an effort to make you realize how quick and fleeting life is. Yes, for some there is an defined ending attributed to an illness, but for others, who are in good health and don't see 'death' as being immediate, we can take this time and those around us for granted because we believe we have much of it left.
My ultimate hope is that you take the time to reflect on your own life. As much as we want to believe that illness/ sudden death/ etc will 'never happen to us' - we only have to look around to see that its a good probability that it may. If this was your last day on earth - would you be proud of the way you lived your life??

* Randomness

2010-01-30T18:36:00.022-05:00

Its January, which is the ‘dead’ of winter, here in the US mid-west and we’re all counting the days until the ‘big thaw’. People are hunkered down, exposing themselves to the outside only to go to/fro their cars. Unlike in Chicago, public transport is almost non-existence here in DTW.. When I was house-sitting in Chicago in Dec, I wondered how it would feel to manage w/o a car, so on one of the coldest day of the year (almost 30F/OC) I walked the 3 min to the station, boarded the ‘L’ with all my Eskimo gear on and took it to the city, then I proceeded to walk to the nearest coffee shop to thaw out. Honestly, I don’t know HOW pp do it and survive. I now have new regard & esteem for my Toyota corolla – I’ll never complain again about scrapping off the snow/ice again.

Speaking of being away, I was tallying up the number of days I spent there this last 2009 and it totals up to almost 3 months. Even more interesting (for no one but me) is that in 2009 I spent a total of 7 months outside of my dreary hometown of Detroit, MI. I do believe that’s a record. – 3 mo in Oz, 3 mo in Chicago, over 1 mo in Europe. Dang - I love my job – which basically means I can do it anywhere there is an internet connection. (now don’t go hating) I would love to pursue breaking that record in 2010 but I’m not certain it can be topped.

In Dec. I had another transplant (Tx) appt in Chapel Hill, N.C which went well enough that they recommended I return after a yrs time instead of 6 months but I’d rather not risk going that long and opted for every 6 mo.. Unfortunately because of the bad economy; I lost the ‘travel’ part of my health insurance. For over 8 yrs, I’ve been taking advantage of a component in my state insurance, which pays for me plus 1 companion to fly to my Tx appt plus pays for my rental, meals and some hotel cost. Prior to this, Rick and I had to shlep ourselves, thru sun, sleet or snow, by car each way, to get to my appts. It was especially hard on the backside. Alas though, I’m grateful for the 8 yrs of travel ease - which afforded me and 1 travel companion some great weekends always – for practically free.

One note worthy experience I had on this trip is that I was a first time ‘couchsufer’ (CS) recently. A friend of mine turned me onto the web community a few yrs back when she hosted an adventurous young Brit at her downtown Dtw apt and I had a chance to give him a guided tour of “the Detroit hood”. Since that time I was fascinated with the concept, as I both love meeting new people and being a tour guide, but unfortunately I didn't have a place that CS-ers actually wanted to stay at until my apt in Prague . Well with no insurance to cover my Tx trips, I thought I’d take advantage of this 'benefit'. Now CS people generally offer whatever type of bedding they have – well the spoiled side of me looked for someone which could provide me w/ an ‘actual bed’ instead of simply a couch. I found it! Vivan, the lady who accepted my request, is a real estate agent, who had a shares a rather large home with her husband (who was not a couchsufer fan, btw) and 20ish daughter. I was hosted in my own bedroom + bath = which is a true luxury in the CS world . Vivan was eager to learn all about me and even provided me with some encouragement for my future life plans. When I was leaving the next morning, she said, very confidently, "from now on Liz, you’ll be staying at my home when you come to Chapel hill for your transplant apts”. And thus you find one of the main benefits of CS – making friends out of strangers.

Photos: Christmas lights in Chicago plus my 2 (cat) wards when housesitting in Evanston, Il.

* Does my life have a purpose?

2009-12-04T09:11:00.013-05:00

Why is it that, many of us, during our lifetime,question our existence here on earth in the larger sense? No, nothing emotionally significant happened to me lately to elicit such thoughts, its just a reflection that ruminates in my mind, percolating at moments here and there. I’ve always felt, that because I was chosen to receive this life saving transplant, that there is something significant, something of greater importance I am to do or should be doing. Someone once said to me, after seeing the movie Beyond Borders,” I realized that I’m here on earth just sucking in air” (instead of being out there, doing something significant for mankind) Those words have always struck me as being so true in my own life.

I’m especially grateful to God for these healthy good years I’ve had since these new breathers were installed. To think of all the friends I have met, the new places I’ve seen, and the life experiences I’ve had which I wouldn’t otherwise have had. However, I’m always aware that this transplant came at the ultimate cost, someone’s life - a cost I don’t believe I deserve or have earned. So I draw the conclusion that God intended me to do something great after my transplant and but when I look back at all the 'extra' years afforded to me, I’m filled with guilt at how I’ve wasted them. And so I ask, ‘Could the only way to make oneself worthy of such a gift be to commit oneself to live a noble life or does it mean that I should volunteer their time/life, as some have encouraged me, toward a nobler cause?" And so I continue percolating this thought….

Now, on a lighter side it seems that the Thanksgiving day holidays have come and gone.I spent this T-day at the Bashford’s home with fellow friends - eating, chatting and WII playing. For those non-Americans, our T-day holidays is when the nation gathers around tables everywhere bursting with high caloric provisions – with the center piece being a turkey. The holiday falls on a Thurs. but most get a long weekend out of it - to recover. Another unique aspect of the T-day holiday is the Friday afterward, the nation collective, wakes up at the crack of dawn (usually 600am) and rushes the stores so as to find the best possible price on a remote control (or so it seems). Yes, I dare say, a strange holiday indeed.

* The Wanderlust continues..

2009-10-17T18:53:00.060-04:00

Why is it that one says 'they'll get to it tomorrow' , but that day never actually arrives?? The laziness that blankets this part of the map has gotten a strong grip on me and outside of the lamenting and repetitive statements as to how 'crap' the weather is/will be, there is little else to entertain the average Joe.
I should add tho that life hasn't been completely void of 'exciting' moments' since my return from the EU (did I mention I hold an EU Polish passport now and can work in any of the EU countries - I'm so cool). A few days after I returned, I, along with 4 friends (Rick, Camille, Diana, Andy), hit the road again. After driving a joyous 14 hrs from the big D to New Hampshire, I would finally get a chance to see the historic 'New England' coast - home to some of the loveliest cities/villages in the US, settled by our countries forefathers. This has been a 'vacation dream' of mine for a few yrs now. Cities we visited were: Portsmouth, New Hampshire - Kennebunkport & Portland, Maine - Rockport & Salem & Boston & Cape Cod, and my favorite Newport, Rhode Island (where the gilded era rich used to summer)
Fortunately, there weren't any head strong travelers on this trip (yeah rite your thinking) so we all got along quite well - surprise, surprise. One aspect was unique though - everyone except me had one of those 'Internet immediate accessible devices' so instead of road trip time being taken up by conversation and storytelling, it was replaced by websurfing and facebook status updating. I was feeling a bit left out...(note to self, invest in an Iphone)
I have to add that I absolutely LOVE road trips, its just a cryin' shame that most of my peers get a rash when I mention that notion. Gone are the days when hitting the road and shacking up with 4 - 6 people in one room was the norm, so as to save on costs. Now that my peers are making a decent living, it seems that sacrificing comfort is not on the menu any longer. Tear....
After a few weeks of standing still, I again find myself among not so familiar surroundings (house sitting in Evanston, Il ( for 3 weeks) - a favorite destination for me. My clients left for vacation and I'm filling in as 'cat caretaker' yet again. As with anywhere else, as long as I have an Internet connection, I can make Evanston, Ill my temporary homeoffice. It seems the more time I spend here, getting familiar with these parts and increasing the number of people I know here, the more the question of moving here comes up in my mind - but another nagging question overshadows it, that asks," what would I do for health insurance" - which is tied to my state of Michigan. For right now, though, I'm enjoying as much of this city as the weather allows - which isn't too much but enough not to miss Detroit.

* Hey, where'd all the time go??

2009-09-05T16:34:00.043-04:00

I'm sitting here, back in the old US of A, wondering why I only committed to one month in Prague. Perhaps I wasn't aware how terribly fast one month can pass.....there was weak effort enlisted to possibly stay in Budapest for a few more weeks, but that quickly died. Plus I had a post-vacation, vacation planned on my return - you know, something needed to recuperate from the actual vacation.
The cast of 'couchsurfer' characters continued to arrive. It's actually quite entertaining to see the reaction of my American friends when I tell them about this 'couchsurfing' gig I was a part of. Americans seem to be under the impression that every stranger that enters someones home is either a thief or murderer and I've heard criticisms from 'how could I do this'...and 'that wasn't too smart of you'. I've since stopped trying to explain....

Unfortunately Czech locals aren't the friendlies, and they share this trait with the Poles, and most of Eastern Europe. After you get past the initial meeting, however, they are very kind and welcoming. Having the couch surfers not only gave me company, but it taught me heaps about the cities and cultures they come from.

One traveler that came to stay with me, Jose, was from Barcelona -he simply couldn't praise his city enough. He thought that BCN was the coolest city in all of the world. There was such enthusiasm and passion in his description, that in all honesty, it makes me want to visit (add to list). His special talent was cooking and teaching others how, so it was a joy to see my lovely kitchen finally put to good use before my departure. I also had a mum/daughter team stay with me, from Quebec. Since English was a 2nd language to all of them, I made conscious efford to pronounce my words clearly and talk slower than I would normally. I know from my mum's experience that listening to an American fast talk, keeps her struggling to keep up and understand.

Although I didn't do much sightseeing outside the city, I did get a chance to visit 'Kutna Hora ' and the bone church. You heard right. An artist, some yrs ago, thought it would be a good idea to dig up all the graves surrounding the church and use every bone in them to enhance the churchs astethics. One can actually see a chandelier made of bones. Honestly, one of the most unique sites I've seen.

One of the skills I acquired was the ability to play 'tour guide' to this fabulous city. I've always enjoyed showing others my city, so albeit this wasn't my city, it was still a pleasure to do. (hence the travel agent profession I choose). I became that umbrella holding guide you see being followed by eager tourists (minus the group). I in turn, got to know intimately the sites the city and the sites worth seeing, which tram/bus to take where, the local Czech restaurants/cafes and Prague's #1 attraction -the Castle district by heart. The thing I had to get used to were the late nights out. It seemed like they all enjoyed staying out as long into the night as possible - one saying 'he could sleep when he's dead' (hmm) and well, that's just something you don't do too much of here in the Detroit area where everything seems to close at twilight.

Tiago, a Brazilian who spends 1/2 his life offshore on an oil rig, also endeared his city of Rio de Janeiro to me. I recently read that Brazilians consider themselves to be the 'happiest people in the world' - makes me wonder where we from Michigan are on that list. What do you think...dead last?

At the end of my stay, my brother and Edyta, picked me up and drove the 6 hrs back to home base in Warsaw Poland. Returning home, after having spent a month in one of the most scenic and striking cities in all of Europe, was much more difficult, then from past trips. I will miss the whole community feel that it offered, in addition to the car-less existence I had. (not to mention delicious fruits, pasteries and ice cream) So the need for tomorrow's week long adventure - a self-drive trip to New England's picturesque towns (Maine, NH, MA, RI) is exactly what is needed to recover and get acclimated back into American culture - don't you agree.

* Life is Grand

2009-08-15T11:00:00.049-04:00

Dobry den! Miss me yet?? Well, I'll be honest, I haven't thought of home once (ok just now, you got me). Life is still grand - but than again, I'm on vacation in a nearly crimeless city loaded with delisc. deserts, historic views, trams (my favorite mode of transport) and heaps full of 'people' watching subjects. (down side, there's about 4 Starbucks littering this city)

This week has been rather busy - ful of social opportunities coupled with a few stressful client issues. (yes, remember I'm working here too!) On Sunday I spent a few hrs crossing cultures with some Tunesians, who work here. I met Hitchem (left in pic) on the train and so I visited with him, and several friends, which met us at varous locations (apparently those were our official 'translators). They had a very interesting take on this Czech culture (which they are not fond of) This country has been homogenious for so long, it doesn't take nicely to those that are of a different or darker skin than them. The Hitchem guy seemed to think that our mtg was a date and so he tried all evening to hold my hand. After a few hrs of this, I finally let the man hold it (hey, its only my hand and I'm confident he'll give it back) Well, a few days later, I get a phone call from him and he tells me, in his broken english, 'I think I'm falling in love with you'. Hmm and to think it takes many years of 'hand holding' to illicit such a response from an American man. That's it, I'm moving!

On Wed, I hosted my first couch surfer. Its this community of travelers, who tries to find available accommodations (hence the couch part) at someoone's home/apt - its hostelling with a personal touch. I've always wanted to host but you need to live in a place people actually want to visit (not da hood). My first surfer was Daniel, from Italy. A very pleasant, considerate guy, with heaps of energy. The first nite we hit a Czech diner then stayed up until 2am - he wanted to hang out until dawn but this broad needs her beauty sleep.I tried to be an attentive host, but the next night I told him to just go on w/o me and enjoy the city. I spent a bit of a restless night afterwords though, because he didn't return my texts during the night. Crap, I thought to self, "what if he was hurt/dead - I would have been the last to see him and I wouldn't know who the heck to contact to tell them he's hurt/dead'. Oh the responsibility! He was fine, but I hope this couch potato hosting thing won't elevate my nerves? (By the way, I'm aware that this has its risks but no need to alert me to that fact)

The other day, Rudy from France arrived - a lovely lad whose personable, cute, and can discuss a myriad of topics (did I mention he had a french accent? Swoon) It seems there is a bit of overlapping going on though, as my friend's 17 yr son, Sebastion, from Australia has also come to stay with me until Thurs - but honestly guys, who am I to turn away a guest. The three of us had a most insightful conversation this morning, discussing the cultural differences between the women in our respective countries. (it wasn't as long a conversation as you might expect~) We had an excellant 2 days together but now that Rudy is gone we're currently looking for another 3rd wheel to join us misfits. BTW: I've decided my next trip is to France (Oui)

* Letter from Prague

2009-08-08T08:37:00.046-04:00

Greetings from Europe, where walking is a non-negotiable, the cafes abound in scrumptious deserts and the surroundings are inspiring. On July 29th, I flew into Warsaw, Poland to visit w/ my brother, George. Two yrs have passed since our last visit together and since my 'peeps' were not going to travel to the big 'E' w/ me, I took it upon myself to just go it alone because well, a girl has got to go where a girl needs to go ya know...
After a few days there visiting my ol stomping ground, I took an arduous 8 hr journey by rail from there to here, at which pt I found myself (and my oversized luggage) at the doorstep of possibly the loveliest city on earth - Prague, Czech Republic! This is 'the' place to be if your visiting Eastern Europe. I send a lot of my clients here as its one of the stops on their 'Imperial Trail' trip - which includes Budapest & Vienna. I always like to place them here last because this city is like a fairy tale and leaves a lasting, impression. In a way then, you could say this is a 'working trip' for me - at which pt my accountant will be allowed to include it as a write off, correct?!

This trip will be unique in the respect that its the first time I've find myself staying in a city where I not only don't have any friends here, but the language is completely foreignn to me (no worries though, when they don't understand my English, I switch to Polish. when that fails, I start to speak louder English and add a bit of hand movement to make my point ). I rekon it'll really test my social skills though so I'm up to the challenge.

Now to the locals. Well, they don't seem to be much different than the Polish, next door. People are not especially friendly here(unless of course they're drinking), and unless your at McDonalds, smiles generally don't come with your meals. But alas I have spent enough time in Eastern Europe to be used to this reality (in comparison, Australia/New Zealand has the friendliest people). In turn, the people I tend to meet then are usually not the locals, but visitors like me. The other day I spent an interesting evening touring the Old city with a Swede- who was visiting from Hong Kong. After a some sightseeing, we stopped off at this pub he was keen on seeing - thx to his Lonely Planet guide (but of course, don't swedes 'live' at the pubs) It was here that Vaclav Havel spent much of his time during the communist period (can you guess what he went on to become?) . This was a real 'local' place. When the guys seated next to us found out I was American they began toasting to the men in the iconic photo hanging overhead of Havel and Clinton, clinking glasses together (from their score card, they racked up 50 beers between the 4 of them - how on earth is that even possible??) As with much drinking comes much elimination, however - so I was a bit 'shocked' when, from time to time, I saw a drunkard eliminating himself in public, no one else seemed to mind. But come on, didn't anyone notice that old chap positioning himself in front of someone's 'door' to donate a sample??

As with other European cities, personal crime is not a big concern - this is why I've always said that although I would travel alone in Europe, I will rarely do so in the States. (A sad commentary isn't it) But with these Czech locals, seriously, I think I can 'take 'em',

I am attaching what will be the beginning of many pictures - it'll may actually become tiring looking at all the majestic-ness in one place. ! (Check out the 24hr McD's 'walk thru}

* Melbourne in the rearview mirror (tear)

2009-05-20T16:39:00.034-04:00

For those faithful few follows - my apologizes for keeping your waiting - I was suffering from writer's block. I must say, I'm so glad to have been blessed to ‘escape’ the fridget Michigan temps and snowbird in Melbourne (2009's 18th 'Best place to Live' city in the world) How fortunate I arrive in the summer and return back to Michigan for spring to begin.

Although my days in Melbourne were stressful (Daily Itinerary = rise 'n' shine, work a smidge, take tram to the coffee shop, people watch/use internet, search out another Salvation Army store to get my ‘cheap book’ fix, read, make dinner, go for a walk/run, watch a foreign flick, work even less than a smidge then take a long 8-hr nap. My Melbourne sightseeing was limited simply because 'I've seen it all before'. My main goal for this respite was to live like a local and enjoy the atmosphere of a Big city - pure and simple.

I did have the pleasure visiting Queensland (Australia's version of Florida, though much prettier) and visited with cousins Adam & Cheryl. They live in the shadow of the Glasshouse Mtns - meters from 'Steve Irwin's' zoo (did you know he's buried there but no one knows where, except the family) Aussies are clamoring to make this region their new home - as similar to Americans in recent years, they are chasing the sun. This time around though, Queensland's river beds were peaking, cows were a swimming and eveveryone was knee deep in water. Despite the rain, though I enjoyed spending time with the Pinkowskis and the Pratt family.

After a wet week, I returned to my beloved Melbourne to enjoy the last few weeks here. I spent them mainly revisiting all my favorite haunts and spots. The last weekend, I spent shuffling between delicious dinners and saying goodbye to friends/family, in turn, filling out my wrinkles with added Kilograms. (Of which I've spent the last few weeks in MI trying in futile despair to rid myself of those accumulated pounds)

The things I will miss most about Melbourne:
*Efficient, public transportation and living life without a car
*Original Mom & Pop cafe's which lined the various nearby streets
*The friendly and outgoing local aussies
*Their accents, which always make people sound so sophisticated
* The endless sunshine (take a note Michigan, when its not rainy, the sun should be shinning - this should be the law)
*Chatting up perfect strangers at every turn and them actually responding with conversation instead of being suspicious of my motives
* The safety I felt at all hours of the day or night. If someplace was deemed 'unsafe' by the aussie's locals themselves, I just reminded them & myself where I hail from (Detroit hood) and that 'I could take them' if need be
* Delicious, authentic Asian food (sushi, Vietnamese, Thai & Indian curry). With so many 1st generation immigrants, this city is blessed with fab Asian cuisine
and of course,
*My family and the care/concern they showered me with (big tear)....

* Settling in

2009-03-24T05:53:00.014-04:00

As I write today's blog, there's an onslaught of serious engine noise permeating my apartment. Its a good thing I hail from the 'Motorcity' otherwise that noise would seriously disrupt my afternoon nap. Its the start of Grand Prix weekend. I walked down there earlier to see what all the fuss was about but they won't let 'freeloaders' such as myself get within eye shot of the action. I'll just have to imagine...

I would love to take this space to talk about all the wondrous and scenic destinations I’ve visited as of late, but that wouldn't even be close to the truth. I seem to be quite content just living out my time here like a local – engaging in the ordinary things of life but for me, they occur in extra-ordinary surroundings. Fortunately, I've been to Melbourne heaps of times and attended 8th grade here, so the major sites have been conquered already. But since my travel speciality is Australia, my job prescribes that I see any recent changes and hotels properties...which I'm getting around to, albeit ever so slowly.
I must mention the dream I realized last wkend - riding Australia’s famous Great Ocean Road by motorcycle (rd similar to Hwy 1 in CA). My friend Mark and I, joined a group of riders to conquer the rugged coastline. Interspersed between the riding and the rain, the bikers chatted brazenly (the old boys club is revived) Lots of talk of motorcycles, cars, police, past experiences and of course there is the continual jesting that occurs between companions that share the same hobby. I got to listen in on a comical tales - such as the time one of the bikers was caught drunk driving in Cincinnati with his buddy. When the cop asked if they had been drinking they said ‘heck ya, we just left a convention where we’ve been drinking all afternoon’. Coming from, two good-natured aussie blokes, their accents disarmed the cops, instead of make them angry. They did the requested roadside acrobatics and after failing those, the Aussies were escorted, in a cop car, to their destination - to their surprise (and mine), instead of jail. During the escort, the Cops also gave a guided tour of the city. At the end of their private tour, the cops delivered them to their appointed destination - the‘Waffle House’. The aussie bikers, listening in on this story, tried to guess what this ‘Waffle House’ was, with one of them guessing it was a prostitution place. LOL.
The Hyabusa driver was continually trying to talk me into starting a new business of importing American cars to Australia as they can fetch a pretty penny. After a few minutes of trying to encourage my new career he says “if I could only put my brain in her head, she would get rich by the time she's 25". (Hmm, I believe that'll be next year, so I'd better get a move on)
My latest goal has been seeking out 'Salvo stores' (Salv. Army stores) to pursue my treasure hunt for quality used clothing and books. Suffice to say, I’ve got books stacked to the ceiling with narrow enough time to read all of them before I leave on the 4th of May.
My lovely cousin Gracie has seen fit to loan me her car during the week, which gets me efficiently to/from the suburbs (yes, I am capable of driving on the 'wrong' side of the road) . Despite the time saver, I'm reluctant to give up my transit pass and the hours of entertainment it provides. I always say, if you want to truly know the locals, just hop on a local train/bus - and there, right before your eyes, will be a living theater - a people watchers paradise. I've had many a chats with strangers at the transit stops - proving the Aussie's friendliness to me once more.
I've been fortunate to meet quiet a few Aussies, both indigenous and immigrant. That, more than anything, is why I travel (Of course being inclined to constant change is also a strong reason) I've been reacquainted with a few friends from my youth along with many new friends made. The other day, I was making my weekly breakfast dinner (scrambled eggs w/smoked salmon, fried garlic spinach, & grilled tomatoes) when I hear a very persistent knock on the door. So, as any Detroit born american, I grab a knife and opened the door (sans a peep hole). With the knife nicely hidden behind the door here stands my upstairs neighbor. With a fear in her eyes, she pleads with me to go upstairs to her apt and kill the spider thats in her dooraway(hmm, thats definitely a first) Before I say 'yes', I had to assure myself that its an ordinary spider, as Australia has 8 of the world's deadliest. She assures me its a daddy long legs - so I take a towel , find it, and gently wrap it up and let it out the front door - thus claiming the heroine of the year prize. G'day all.
(1st pic = my favorite meal, $2 sushi rolls (uncut) available in stands everywhere.3rd pic = missing the hood so had to capture this store sign on film =Detroit.)

* My Aussie Respite begins.

2009-02-19T05:20:00.007-05:00

G’day day from lovely Melbourne, Australia – the city of the infamous bushfires. Just to lay aside suspicions, it wasn’t me’ playing with the matches. In all seriousness though, it was a frightening day for a lot of people. (and animals, see photo). I saw the smoke from some of those fires whilst at my cousins’ that Sat, but b/c we weren’t listening to the news, I didn’t realize how bad it was until I began receiving emails from home, inquiring ‘if I was to blame’ and 'were we ok'. It was actually the hottest day on record for Victoria which I could personally bear witness to as earlier that day I attended a church with NO A/C in the 46C/115F heat. I was a puddle of saline sweat dripping from the pews by the time the pastor said amen. Fortunately, outside of 3 hellish days (mind you I have no A/C at the apt) the weather has been near perfect, but enough about the weather, lest you think I’m bragging.
I couldn’t have asked to be in a more vibrant, exciting city than Melbourne. it's one of the southern hemisphere’s most charming and multi-cultural cities – its also the fashion/food/cultural capitol of Australia. Granted, Australia’s convict history is fairly recent so it doesn’t offer any rich historic sites, but it’s skillfully constructed, punctuated with a fair amount of areas in which to congregate in, making it a wonderfully livable metropolis. Within its borders is acres of parklands, but due to the 8yr + drought in Ozland its been marred by yellow grass and leafless trees. Did I mention that because of the drought, each person is restricted to 155L/40 Gallons of water use a day. (You know what that means…yup, less toilet flushing and shower taking ~)
My apt is a convenient 2 min. walk from the charming Melbourne trams. Once onboard, I’m 10 min. to beach/waterfront and 10 min to the center ctr. Since I don’t have a car, public transportation has become my friend (and fitness trainer). I always find it humorous when my relatives warn me to ‘be careful’ and not to ride the ‘dangerous trains’ - especially at night. Lest they forget, I grew up in the ‘hood’ of Detroit (I proudly say) so the threat of a few shoddy dressed aussies, making some heavily accented threats, does little in the way of igniting fear in me. Unlike the States, gun laws are in the effect here so I say to myself “ bring it on, I can ‘take ‘em”.
I’m certain that you’re all wondering how I spend my days. Well, firstly, I shuffle b/t two places, my overpriced apaapartment in South Yarra and my relatives place in the burbs, on the weekends. The burbs is where I do most of my eating and visiting with the relies (that’s aussie for relatives as they like to remove the last consonants of some nouns and add –ie – why you ask, only the big Kangaroo knows) I’m also taking this opportunity to reconnect with friends I made when I took that Sabbatical here some 20 odd yrs ago. I do lots of exploring, as unlike Detroit, this is a very dynamic and expansive metropolis. Of course, there is work in the schedule as well (lucky me, all I need a internet hookup and Skype). Since I’m 16 hrs ahead of the US, there have been plenty of times I’ve found myself awake at 300am, working on my trusty laptop, trying to squeeze out some emails before the US east coast offices close at 5pm.
My folks were actually here when I arrived, so we got to spend 2 weeks together, visiting with the various relatives (my father's 7 bro/sis immigrated here and each had a min. of 2 kids each + grandkids) suffice to say, there’s a lot of Michalski blood here in these parts. It was a real joy to see my dad and his 4 remaining siblings (all in their 70’s and 80’s now) catching up on 10 yrs of being apart. Saturdays are always full of 3 course meals and an ever-expanding dinning room table. I try hard to fill up the stomach gas tank on the wkends, so I can save a bit of cash during the week. Not an easy task though, as I’m within walking distance to some of earth's most fabulous coffee shops, bakeries, & ethnic restaurants (as a majority of Australians are 1st or 2nd immigrants so their cooking is the real thing)
I’ll be here in Melbourne until the Michigan thaws …. May 4th to be exact so if you find yourself Australia, just know that you have a place to crash for as long as you’d like.
I’d love to hear yous, so please keep my updated by email or text message. From USA: 011-6143-503-8346. Well gotta go put another chicken on the Barbie.....

* New USA President. Mr. Obama

2009-01-21T11:20:00.006-05:00

As most of the world has heard, we just inaugurated our 44th US president. I was returning from Chicago, on Tuesday, after having picked up my new Polish Passport from the Polish embassy there. Chicago is now considered to be Mr. Obama's city, so it was a thrill to be amongst many proud Chicagoans. The mood was very elated. Everyone seems excited at the new administration taking office, promising change. Oh, the weight this poor man must be feeling....do people forget he is human and can only do so much. We have something called 'balance of power here in the States', which means he can make a decision but unless congress agrees, its more than likely not going to happen. In the end, time will tell if he was the 'savior' everyone hoping for. All I know, is that we can only fully depend on one being and that is God - if we do that we will NeVer be disappointed. Now for our national anthem, as sung by Josh Groban & Heather Headley

* Merry 2009!

2008-12-31T19:05:00.010-05:00

In a few hours, we here in Michigan, USA will be ringing in the new year.
Yes, on a global scale its been quite an eventful and surprising year. For those invested, I hope that your 401K still offers a glimmer of hope to meet some of your retirement needs, if not, remember its just money....which comes and goes.

With the New Year, comes new beginnings (or at least the impression of them) and with this new 'start', I wish all my friends/family an optimistic 2009 outlook! From our own personal experiences, however, we know that this New Year will probably bear a lot of discouraging and gloomy moments, but also many blissful and delightful ones as well.
May God give you the strength to bear the times of sorrow that will cross your path and Always remember to thank Him for the many blessings you received, as those are countless.
Wishing you a memorable year filled with contentment and much laughter!!
P.S. It is my hope also that you and your family discuss organ donation and then make the decision to become a registered donor. Please take the extra step and sign up online. If you are in MI, click here

* Thoughts on CF

2008-12-04T20:19:00.012-05:00

The other day, I picked up a book, a memoir (b/c I can't stand reading fictional books) entitled ‘Breathing for a living’. It’s in diary format of one gal’s wait for a lung transplant (Tx) due to Cystic Fibrosis (CF)) and the struggles which follows after she got her new pair of breathers.
This is the first book I’ve picked up re; CF or Tx. I think there’s a hesitancy (albeit also an intrigue) on my part, in reading other's struggles, which mirror my own so closely. She shares with the readers all these negative emotions & anger she felt while waitng for her life saving surgery. That is something I couldn’t relate with.
I remember when I was approached to get listed for a tx, my initial response was ‘no way, my sister didn’t get one, I shouldn’t either’, fortunately, though, the wisdom of others, I was put on the tx list and simply forgot about it until that is, I needed it. (I waited 3 yrs) Since the circumstances leading up to my actual tx were so unique, I had no doubt that actually having one, was the road I was selected to walk. (there are many CF people who have declined having one, even though its sure to mean the end of their life) Whatever fear lay before me (fear of not living to see it, fear of a negative outcome, fear of being intubated) I never dwelt on it. It was simply a waiting game I bore with little emotion, outside of one day saying to myself ‘ok, I’m tired of waiting, lets get on with it, so I can resume my life!".
The one viewpt I can definitely relate with is when she reflects on having lost so many friends to CF in yrs past. She writes’ “I’m doing this alone now. Friends behind me, but no one guiding me in front”. I felt as if I wrote those words myself. Ever since I lost my sister to CF, I have felt alone in this battle. I don’t say it from the perspective that there is no one that cares about my particular situation, because that's untrue. It’s just the fact that there are few that actually know, through experience, what I go through, the general hardships that used to assail me (before my Tx) and how comforting it was to share those crappy days with someone, w/o feeling like your out for pity. It was consoling to have Margie to keep my health secrets - b/c we knew better than tell our parents, (as they take worrying to whole new level).
I rarely try to attempt to give voice to my ‘aches and pains’ simply, because I’ve never felt a relief after doing so. Plus, what can others say in response? Pity is the last thing I want from people. I remember dreading the big ‘conversation’ I would have with friends and boyfriends....the truth 'talk' - explaining my disease.
Well the one thing I’m fully grounded in, is that I’m a realist – the most pragmatic kind you’ll ever meet. The thought of my actual death, is nothing that strikes panic in me, as I've been preparing for it all of my life.
Fortunately, my transplant has changed my very existence. It’s the first time I felt ‘normal and like everyone else’. I mean, I can actually ‘hide’ my disease (For those who knew me b/f my tx, my tradmark was my chronic cough - which is not easily hid). No more wondering when the next vacation to the hospital will be and no more having to answer 'yes', when asked ‘are you ok’, simply because my coughing was interrupting them.
Outside of a few minor surgeries and health concerns, its been the smoothest years of my life - post transplant. I oftentimes forget I have CF - how cool is that! I thank God daily for His mercy in allowing such a transformation to happen - as well as my donor family.
Photos: 1st = Renee, Rick & I in N.C. 2nd = post transplant walking the hospital halls. 3rd = the intern who 'held my heart'. 4th = one of my biggest supporters Rick, sleeping in the hospital room, post transplant

* Catching up with old friends

2008-11-04T19:56:00.000-05:00

A friend recently asked me 'why I liked people so much'? Most people know that I'm fairly social creature and and rarely say no to a social activity, when invited. However, when confronting the question head on, I'm lost in wonderment as to why I'm always eager to out there and interact- why being by myself for long periods, causes me feel to be unsettled and forlorned. Could it be the fact that I came into this world accompanied by a constant cohort (Margaret, my twin) until the age of 26? So perhaps spending hours/days at a time, isolated and without human contact of any sorts is simply an unatural state of being???

A few months back, my dear friend, Shelly, talked me into joining her in Oregon for a women's SDA retreat in the dramatic mountainside of Bend, Oregon. So after finding a terrifically priced flight, I drove out to Chicago to catch it. This gave me a chance to meet up with my windy city friend, Lenny, before flying out. Once in OR, I was imbedded in a mountainside retreat surrounded by 390 women for 2 days. Ok, many of you that know me well, are probably asking what exactly I'm doing at a retreat that includes only women'. Well I'm all about new experience and perhaps I was even hoping to learn a few thinsg about female bonding. Ok, ok, I didn't exactly attend all the meeting, as my room, with its heavenly bed, gas fireplace and woodview balcony, had most of my attention. Even though I left Bend, confirming that these retreats were probably not my forte, I did get a chance to meet a few lovely women, including Elizabeth, who gifted me with a professional hour-long massage . Ahhhh now that was worth the trip alone!

Not wasting time, we drove back to Portland, Oregon to break bread with a few friends of Shellys (portland was Shelly's home for 6 yrs) One of the more unforgettable old metro groupies, Renea Samborski, joined us. 7 years ago, she ditched Michigan to seek out greener pastures and I'd say with one husband and two kids later, she definately found them.
My next stop was 5 hrs away in Vancouver, BC, where my cousin Krissy and her son, Tovia live. How rare indeed it is to see Krissy 3x in one year. I'd been to Vancouver numerous times before, so to her dissapointment, I didn't have anything on the agenda except to swing by downtown Vancouver and have a delicious nutella/banana crepes - which I accomplished. It wasn't quite a full-on vacation, but it it was enough time catch up.

Before returning home, I spent the wkend with Patricia and her cutie patutie daughter, Sophia in Berrien Springs (an old metro groupie sans daughter at the time). A home I always feel very comfortable and welcomed in. Ivan was away, prospect job hunting, in case Whirlpool decided to lay off a few more thousand people. Patricia was mentioning how she was planning to 'canvas' one afternoon I was there. After I agreed to join her, she got my attention and said 'Liz, I don't think you understand, I'm going canvassing for Obama'. Well I'll be monkey's uncle - I never heard of anyone canvassing (going door to door) for a politian before. Have you?

Sunday am, I drove up to Grand Rapids, to visit with Mike Racine, (and yes, he was also an ex-metro groupie). Gone are the days when I only had to travel to one location (usually Beardsley's home) to see all these guys, now it requires trekking crossing state lines! (Ok, here is where change sucks). I was in for a treat with Mike, as he took me flying over Grand Rapids and Holland. I'll be honest here - I was slightly nervous as he's only had his lisence for a year. As it turns out, there wasn't a need for white knuckles as he manvered that plane like a pro. Nope, wasn't finished just yet... A high school cohort , Karan Rohwer, lived in Grand Rapids, so I had to stop by for a cuppa and a chat and to meet the hubby and 3 kids.

For me, the combination of familiar faces and new places is the ideal vacation for me - so I'll rat e this escape as a 9 out of 10.

* Heaviest element in Science

2008-10-07T13:09:00.000-04:00

Lawrence Livermore Laboratories has discovered the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element, Governmentium (Gv), has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons, and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.

These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons. Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert; however, it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take from 4 days to 4 years to complete.

Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2- 6 years. It does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.

This characteristic of morons promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass. When catalysed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium, an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.

* New York City Adventure

2008-09-07T16:13:00.000-04:00

Whew – talk about a whirlwind vacation, add to that 12hrs of driving solo cross the northwest x two, 4 days on exciting, nonstop Manhattan and I’m spent – but only for a day or two and then my wanderlust begins again…
It’s a rare thing to have my family visiting the US, but this week it happened. The occasion was the wedding of my 2^nd cousin Estelle to Josh Gross of Long Island. I joined my cousins, Gracie, Irene (Irene’s daughter, Claudia), Krissy (Estelle’s mum), all sisters, in Long Island to commence our NYC adventure. Having been in NY more than these Aussies, I willing stepped in as their guide/chauffer (isn’t it always gr8 to be needed). Its exciting to see old sights through the eyes of newbies – and thus experiencing a destination from a new perspective.
Our first 4 days were mainly spent on Long Island (by JFK) in an orthodox Jewish community called Cedarhurst. On our 2^nd day we subwayed it into NYC central – to wonder about the giant Macy’s store . There are few things in life that get my heart racing and traveling to an action and humanity packed city is one of them! This ‘center of the modern world’ can be exhausting to some, but to me, its like a breath of fresh air,... the concrete, the volumous selection of restaurants, shops and of course, all the humanity converging in a just few sq. miles is something to behold.

Estelle's Jewish wedding was held on a Thursday evening, in lovely country club close to our basement accommodations. Compared to Estelle’s sister’s wedding in Isreal, just a few months earlier, this one had more hallmarks of your typical American wedding. The reception seating was co-ed, however, the dance floor was separated by a long curtain, which divided the sexes. The bride wore white, and the bridesmades where allowed to pick their own dresses, close to the color combo selected for the (green/brown) Truly a glutenous and enjoyable time was had by all.

On Friday, we packed our overloaded bags and moved on up, to the Upper west side, courtesy of an apt I found on Craigslist. This refurbished 2 bedroom apt was a delight to live in, cross b/t 'this old house' meets Crate & Barrel sans the elevator. This is one of the many occasions we could have used some male muscle to get our 5 pieces of luggage up the 5 flights of stairs. Fortunately, the parking was free and when parked the car, I felt like George Costanza in a Seinfield, when I quite literally, found a parking spot smack dab in front of our building – not wanting to think of moving it for years. Every time Claudia would say 'can't we just take the car', I had to help her understand that I won the parking space jackpot and off we would go, to rack up miles on our MetroPass.

So w/ the car not being a transportaion option, we were going to use these few days to get our lazy butts fit by hauling ourselves up/down the apt stairs and seeing Manhattan the local way by bus/foot/subway. Although the subway system is quite easy to comphrehend there's a bit of a learning curve involved. One Sat, it took us 1.5 hrs to go a distance of 4.5 miles - my bad, but I do believe we learnt from that :-). I think the real surprise for the Aussies was that they found NYC to be much safer than what they portray on TV. Even driving through lower Harlem seemed tame than in yrs past (thanks to Bill Clinton for moving his office there eh) After a few more family gatherings and kosher meals, I sadly drove the Aussie's to the airport, said our farewells. Before the the long 12 hr drive home, I stopped off at a party for the happy couple in a million dollar mansion (with catered servants mind you), flirted with some nice jewish 20 somethings and kissed Manhattan goodbye. I'm certain we'll meet again soon..I must add that I miss the lively company and all the trademark polish fussing - already. Although the night driving is much calmer, there are far fewer people to call that can keep me awke (ok none without having long distance on my cell) so the last 3 hrs were grueling. No fear though, I got home in one piece (thx Toyota Corrolla)

* Chicago in the rear view mirror

2008-08-23T17:20:00.001-04:00

I’ve returned from my summer in Chicago in a terribly dismayed state – wishing my current residency was still lively Lakeview, IL. Yes, I know that MI is my birthplace, the location of my present day life and that of many of my friends (although many of them have escaped this gloomy state to seek out greener pastures outside its borders) & family so why do I feel so disheartened now that I'm back? Perhaps its because the offerings in Chicago seem to encompass more excitement to the single gal , then this gloomy State. I’m especially missing the heaps of people milling about outside their residences, filling up the streets and taking in the goings-on that a big city presents and are not holed up in their suburban habitat, reluctant to leave their comfy couch and 50 ft plasma tv.

I'll come to miss the public transport scene, which was a terrific source of constant amusement for me– not to mention exercise. A simple 2-mile trip to 'Trader’s Joe’s' took me over 1.5 hrs - (walk/wait/bus/walk/wait/walk/repeat) by car it would only take15 min . I know what your thinking…this is all good and fun Liz while its summer but when the Chicago winter kicks in you’ll be wishing your butt was back in the suburbs. Perhaps there some truth in that.

Fortunately, I was able to meet some really agreeable Chicagoans during my stay which made my time there all the more memorable . There was Jadza & Ela, who were my Saturday cohorts. They were from the Polish SDA church, which was quite a jaunt from my apt, but a delight for me to attend and it kept my polish from getting to rusty (Jak sze masz?) . Seeing as Chi is a metropolis of 6 million, it was easy to meet people, and chat up strangers on the street or train – something I'm quiet proficient at now

For my final weekend, my boys from the Hood (Rami/Rick/Paul) drove over to enjoy the annual Chicago air/land show and on Sunday, reluctantly took me and my few meager belongings back to MI (there was some kicking, some screaming and definately a few tears) . I'm now attempting to fuction through the fog of Chicago memories, but I'm sure I'll adjust shortly (while secretly making it future plans to escape MI once again, this time NYC :-)

BTW: During the month of July, I celebrated the 10th anniversary of my double lung transplant. Raise the roof - whoop, whoop!

* Big City is so ME.

2008-08-02T15:34:00.000-04:00

Big city living seems to really suit me. The suburbs seems so sedate and boring to me (although I've always seen them in this light). I scramble to think how I'm going to manage re-entry into Michigan suburbia life after this experience. Quiet honestly its not like I've scanned every inch of Chicago and taken full advantage of my experience here, its just that there are so many options here and isn't that the key point - having options whether or not we will actually utilize them?
The fact that this vibrant city attracts me is probably due to my single status but I've always been a social creature and albeit the 'constant humanity' (which may wear some people out). it seems to invigorate me. Could it have to do with the fact that I came into this world with a human appendage - my twin sister, so having others around me has been a the natural desire.
Last weekend my Detroit peeps came to see their home girl. Camille/Rick/Rami came up for a visit to the big Chi. The the visit was all the more attractive to them as they had free accommodations:-) as hotels here in Chicago cost over $200 per night. I bought them all bus passes so they could experience Chicago as quasi-natives. Camille got a few singing gigs at two area Church's and we spent a relaxing & delicious Sabbath afternoon at Julie Kantor's home - she was part of the 'original metro group' from donkey yrs ago. What I like every more than big cities and long vacations is reunions with peeps from my past (catchy phrase eh). Someone to swap crazy 'remember when' stories with.
Of course, we couldn't skate by this weekend without taking a trip downtown to the famous "Magnificent Mile' to visit the cornucopia of shops catering to thick wallets. Its a mecca for tourists with its large franchises such as Macy's, Vic Secrets and of course the most attractive of them all ' the Cheesecake Factory' a perinnial favorite of this group. A swell time was had by all and then they were gone....but I was still in Chicago!

* Chicago Living

2008-07-16T14:48:00.000-04:00

Well, my dream of living in the windy city (albeit for the summer) has finally become reality.I'm here almost 3 weeks and have to add that Chicago is 'my kind of town'. My sublet is in the northern neighborhood of Lakeview/Lincoln Park. A residencial enclave of young professionals who seem to enjoy coffee shops, staying fit and owning a pooch - as they are everywhere. I'm located 3 miles north othe city and although only 5 blocks away from the beachpark, which graces Chicago east coastline. The beach is a mecca for athlete and the pursuit of fitness. - its truly where you want to be if you are single.Taking into account the huge 'people watching opportunities here, it seems I've been put in a most appropriate spot!

Unlike the Detroit area, Chicago has great public transportation (of course that's all a matter of perspective, as i hear plenty of pp grumblings about their system). In light of this and the fact that I would probably have to park my car in Wisconsin, I choose not to bring the gas gusler. Its a bit of a flashback from last yr in Poland, however, the grocery stores are a bit farther away. Its a laugh to see someone just returning from shopping and riding the bus with a 20+ pack of toilet paper on their lap. I've watched so many 'persons of interest' on the public transport that I feel like writing a novel about the my eyewitness accounts. Its where humanity comes to life. The other day, to my curiosity, one gentlemen seated across from me on the bus had a quarter impeded in both ears - (spare change holder I imagine). Another couple sat in front of me and I could literally see through the big earing holes they had in their ears....Yup, thats can't be painless. It a popourri of people and lways something new and unqiue.

Meeting people is easier than I imagined, here. Fortunately, Chicago is littered with single people which are usually more interested in meeting other 'single' people. I've been on several dates as well, which seems to be much more easier to find in the big city (ok people lets not be so shocked). I've been attending an SDA Polish church, way out in DesPlaines (one of the down falls of being carless is getting up about 1.5 hrs earlier on a Sat. morning to reach the church in time) Although I didn't know any of the people at this church, I felt at home, as soon as I arrived. Its always a blessing when one is far from the familiar ,to come across some individuals that take a more personal interest in you and in turn, become people that you can count on in case of need. I know there will be a time soon where the absense of my family and friends will be felt, and I'll need a helping hand. I'm grateful to have found that so early on.

I'll be here until the 17th of August (tear) so if you should want to come down and visit, simply give me a shout as I have a big enough place to accommodate. Cheers!

* Wedding of the year

2008-06-12T15:43:00.001-04:00

Well, the 'Wedding of the Year' - Rick & Camille Rosekran's nuptials, have come and gone. The day passed with probably one of the worst thunder storms Michigan has seen in 2008, but not until AFTER the blessed event. It did seem, however, like the big event passed by rather quickly. Me thinks I shopped for my dress longer than I had it on, I'm sure the bride agrees.

My heart is both happy and sad at this blessed event. As most know, Rick has been my dearest friend and constant companion, for the last decade or so. After Margie died, we used each other's shoulders and from there, it turned into an endearing friendship. I feel like I've seen the world with him (its not easy finding a compatable travel companion) He was also instrumental in my recovery, as he graciously left his life in Michigan to become my caretaker and entertainer, as I recovered from transplant surgery in North Carolina. (I ask myself every now and then, how does one return such an act?) Many voices would raise up to confirm him to be a uniquely self-less, capable and humble being. I know that our friendship will now be changed, but I'm truly pleased to see him find such happiness.

I'm just beginning to know Camille, and even in this early stage, I can affirm that she is a sincere, God fearing women. She exhibits a genuine compassion for others and share's Ricks gift of helps. Her nature is gentle (did I mention she's a nurse), she's fun-loving and has a lovely spirit about her. I believe that they will make an exceptional couple and a most effective team for our Lord's work.
On the 8th of June, 170 of Rick and Camille's closest friends/family gathered at the grounds of the 'Farmington Hills Governor Warner to hear the vows exchanged. There were 6 bridesmaids dressed in Coral and 2 groomsman (yes, I'm aware the numbers don't add up evenly). The veiled bride walked down the carpet of grass to her red-faced, groom's side. Camille's sis/bro sang the 'Prayer'. Before the final vows, Camille sang a very powerful rendition of the 'Lords Prayer'. Fortunately, because of the sweltering heat, we were grateful that it was the shortest wwedding ceremony ever.

What I loved about the even was that it seemed like a reunion of sorts minus a few missing from the 'old gang', most were there. I wish I had thought of taking a group photo, but I was just as forgetful about that as I was about actually taking a photo of the bride and groom (duh) The photos you see here of them are from Rami and Jamie's cameras.

After a quick stop at Starbucks between events, we found ourselves caught in a nasty storm, which wasn't without its carnage. The reception was held in the SDA metro school gym, which was successfully disguised to look like a banquet hall. The transformation had everyone agasp! It was as if Oprah's own, Nate, had been there, adding his special decorator touch. The neatest aspect of the reception was the 'photo both' positioned in the corner, right behind the jazz band. Picture a shopping mall 50 cent photo booth, which spits out 4 photos of sexy looks, laughs and craziness. The line snaked around the piano and never let up. The photo takers took home one copy and the soon to be honeymooners, took an album home of the other set of photos. Brilliant! Of course, the wedding party was the last to leave, as conviction hit and they felt the need to 'clean' up the decorations and get the gym back to looking like, well, a gym again.

Now sit back and enjoy the photos..

* I've survived yet another MI winter

2008-05-26T15:45:00.000-04:00

Finally, the long, cold Michigan winter spell has broken and the promise of sun/fun is before me. Today is a first of the year: 80 F. Praising God that my good health remains, and I'm still able to enjoy all the benefits of it. In two months, I'll be celebrating a big anniversary, so look for that write up in July.

It’s been my ‘new’ practice in recent yrs to take a short hiatus’ each summer. Currently, I’m looking for a sublet in Chicago, in hopes of fulfilling my long time dream to reside in a ‘Big, vibrant US city. No, Detroit doesn’t count) I’ve been ckg Craigslist.com almost every day, but unfortunately, each search results in a painful sticker shock (Yes, its b/c I have the trendy Northern Chicago suburbs in mind) I’ve also cked the cities of San Diego, San Fransico, Boston but that just throws me into financial cardiac arrest!
I’ve still got a month left to locate that ‘perfect, furnished sublet’ – so if anyone out there has ‘connections’ they can call on to make my dream come true, let me know.

Farewell to friends: This last wkend, we had an especially sad themed party, ‘Farewell to the Elliott’s. They are just another of the many casualties of our ailing, jobless State – moving south to fill better paying jobs with more attractive surroundings. Its especially difficult when good friends move away, but the real tragedy is when those people are young, vibrant, and eagerly willing to be used in God’s service, kind of folk. I wish them well .....(tear)

* Wet diapers

2008-05-02T18:46:00.000-04:00

Well, I finally got my camera back from the repair shop. Will try to upload more photos later, but for now here's a pic of my constant travel companion Gracie and her sister, Krissy, in Isreal

The other week I got to do something far removed from the ordinary for me, I babysat. Yes, its true. One Wed. I drove Simone Cross to her pain clinic appt for one of the lovely shots she gets to cure her ills. (unfortunately this time, the back pain continues) We took little Julia along with us. I was actually looking forward to the experience, as it'd been many moons since someone left me alone with their precious child. (BTW: When she told a friend of hers that I would be baby sitting Julia, the friend uttered 'I thought liz hated kids') Perhaps that's why I don't get these gigs anymore. .

THE EXPERIENCE: After I dropped Simone off, I went to run a few errands w/ Julia to get a truly raw experience of 'what having a little person around' really means. Firstly, because Julia was in her car seat, I needed to take up 'two' parking spots, so that I could kick open the door and easily get her into/out of the stroller - which I'll say is not the easiest of tasks. The getting out of the seat is ok, but getting into the stroller requires more effort. There's always that one leg that won't bend and get into the seat straps. So one has to maneuver the baby, w/o dropping her (of course), into the stroller, while keeping sure the thing doesn't roll away and dent a nearby BMW. Ok done. Now off we went, through the busy parking lot, in search of an entry way onto the pavement, which just happened to be all the way.....over there.

Next, the stroller & I, have to get into the store. So I stood there, scanning the area, hoping a kind stranger will see my problem and offer a hand with the door. Of course, when the baby is this cute, that's never a problem. When I get into the store, I've a bit of fun driving the stroller but since I'm not too familiar with the dimensions, I'm constantly bumping into things or getting the wheels stuck on some edge. Its surprising to me that kids aren't getting more concussions , because of this incompetence, as this seems to be a common occurrence. Ok, End of errand, time to get Julia back in the car. This is actually more challenging as it means getting Julia into a much smaller space, = the back seat. There's a lot more contorting..., unbending of the legs, figuring out which straps go where, then clicking her in, like a Formula 1 driver. I think I broke a sweat on that one.

The most interesting aspect of the experience is how mindful one has to be of this 'little being' - ALL the time. I mean, when I park her somewhere, like I did at the coffee shop table, I can't just walk away in search of a book and leave her behind. Even though she's not mine, its still my responsibility to deliver her back to her mum, just like I found her. I enjoyed most, the reactions she elicits from strangers. Their faces seem to light up as she graces their path. And since she's not afraid to crawl over to and onto 'strangers' when she's got the floor,, like she did at the dr. office, she's even more popular with them Hmm, I'm sure there's a lesson there somewhere. Anyhow, it was a truly rewarding experience, I hope to repeat it again soon.

* To American Idol Fans

2008-04-09T16:38:00.007-04:00

Just a shameless, blatant abuse of my blogger privileges. I've become a huge fan of Jason Castro - a young, contestant on this season's of AI. of one of my most favored songs and tell me you don't think he deserves the title of 'Mr. AI'.

* Returning home (tear...)

2008-04-04T16:10:00.001-04:00

Well I've arrived home safely with only a annoying holdup at the Tel Aviv airport - due mostly to 'my honestly'. There is a reason why Israel airports/airlines are one of the safest in the world - security. I must have been searched by every security man/women/dog - as a result of telling the truth about a darling camel/candle item stowed away, deep, in the bowels of my luggage. 'A gift' is not a word you want to admit to when traveling through Israel's airport unless you have unlimited time/patience/humor.
Continuing the adventure..
Fortunately the airport frisking pales in memory to our final days in Israel. After our brief visit to Akko, my white knuckled cousin & I finally ended our day in Haifa. Haifa, the largest port city, is mainly built on and around Mt. Carmel. Yes, this is where Elijah challenged 450 prophets of Baal, in a contest at the altar on Mount Carmel to determine whose deity was genuinely in control of Israel and the world.
The ascent to our hotel, located close to the top of the Mt, was terribly steep. What seemed like not more than 30 km from the base to the top, took us almost 2 hrs because of the horrendous traffic - unfortunately our car was a manual. BTW, for those curious, petrol/gasoline was a whopping $8 per gallon. I understand that the cost is high b/c oddly enough Israel doesn't produce any oil, though it seems to be surrounded by it.
That evening, we were joined by the newlyweds and would be blessed with their company for the next 3 days. I had a chance to spend some quality time with Estelle earlier and so I was delighted that Moshe & Renee, found some time to spend with us - before our final send off. (I've known these two girls since they were 4 & 5, taking over their bedroom for my many visits to Vancouver. B.C, so its a real joy to see them all grown up)
Caesarea & Tel Aviv:
Finally, we had a native speaker on board. Although getting around on English is fairly easy, there are still plenty of places where you won't find English speakers. Plus spending some time with Moshe would give me some quality time to scrutinize whether or not he was a 'good' man. (he passed with flying colors, of course) He is not only a bright man, he's got that 'manly initiative' that we three girls appreciated when traveling, (parking, asking for directions, driving, luggage care and making sure we were all safe and secure).
1/2 way between Haifa & Tel Aviv, on the coast, we find Ceasarea, a well preserved Roman city built rivaling Jerusalem as one of the grandest. It was built by Herod the Great (and mean). Here my imagination didn't need to be engaged to much as there was plenty of its architecture was preserved well. Not only did we walk in the footsteps of kings but we ate like royalty. (photos still on the way)
Our arrival into Tel Aviv was anticipated as we were only a 10 min. walk from the beach. Finally, the Mediterranean was at our doorstep, though the only time I glimpsed it was while driving. That evening, we finished it with a trip to the mall & an american movie (as if I need the crude reminder of what was awaiting for me) Tel Aviv is the most international and cosmopolitan of all the cities visited. This is the city of non-stop action, with the religious differences not as overt as in Jerusalem or other places.
With Krissy & Tovia joining us the next day, the group was (almost) complete. Shock was slowly settling in as I realized I only had a day left with this gang. I had grown attached to Gracie, having spent 2 solid weeks with her, rooming/sharing meals/exploring with one of my favorite cousins. I was especially grateful though for having a most unique opportunity to see this unique area of the world and in the company of my blood peeps. Shalom.....

* Following in the Footsteps

2008-03-28T10:56:00.000-04:00

Returning to Jerusalem:
We returned to the 'Jerusalem Gate Hotel', warmly greeted by Mohammed, our kind front desk manager. I find it interesting that although you have a lot of Arabs living and working in Israel territory, no Israel will even contemplate stepping over the line into Palestine territory. There are many cities that seem only occupied by Arabs and immigrants (Nazareth, Kana etc) with few, if any, Israeli Jews. Its one of many peculiarities of this unique land.
Gracie and I wanted to return to the Walled city, as its myriad of streets had yet to be truly discovered by us. Uniquely, in the walled city of Jerusalem, you have 4 religious occupants: Christians, Armenians, Jews & Muslims, all co-existing but distinctly separated by traditions and cultures. Although we one can freely walk between the 4, they wouldn’t let us two Caucasians enter the territory of the ‘Dome of the Rock’ church, which is in Muslim quarters. Sure, we could have dressed up and hid behind the local dress, but my pale face, blond hair and light eyebrows would have surely betrayed me.
After an exhausting day of trying to find our way out of the walled labyrinth, we relaxed in one of the many cafes - this one overlooking the David’s tower. Although I’m not keen on the food served in Israel, their pastries are quiet good.
Later that evening, we met up with Renee and her new husband, Moshe in the German Colony to exercise our palate - this time at a kosher sushi place. As you would imagine there were only ‘Biblically’ clean’ fish served here – so the menu was small yet pleasing.
Sea of Galilee (which is actually a Lake):
The next day, we hired a car and along with ½ the Jerusalem population, bolted from the city. This weekend was Purim, which commemorates the deliverance of the Jewish people from Haman’s plot to kill them (Book of Esther) As part of the celebrations, people dress up as if Halloween and celebrations are evident, nation wide.
We made our way to the green north and circumvented the celebrated Sea of Galilee. The topography was a stark contrast to the wasteland I witnessed in the south. We wondered how much of it had changed since Christ’s time in Israel. It was hilly, green and the roads were windy, which made for a fabulous drive (and I’m certain would have thrilled the motorcyclist I know) We made our weekend home in Tiberias, the large resort on the east coast of the sea.
From there, it was an easy 20 min. drive to the hood of Nazareth ("can anything good come out of Nazareth"). Although the names are well-known, its near impossible difficult at times to notice any relics from Christ’s time. Every place that has any Christian significant to it has been replaced with a church, usually right over the place of significance. In Cana, the location of Christ’s first miracle, there was planted a catholic church. In its bowls, however, were unearthed relics from a time long ago, some say they even have the jars of wine. Here we met up with some peeps from the motherland – Poles. These guys were taking a break from their UN posts in the Goland area.
In these warm and wide-open spaces that the Galilee offers, its easier for me to imagine Christ’s ministry here. We stopped off at the Mt of Beatitudes (Sermon on the Mount) which became my favorite site. The lay of the land next to the church forms a natural amphitheatre sloping down to the lakeside, so it is more likely that Jesus stood at the bottom of the hill rather than on the hill we were on. We were treated to a melodic Christian hymn by one of the tourist groups visiting the site. Remarkable how music seems to add emotion to a place.
Of course we had to stop in at Bethsaida, though there was nothing but pastures and green spaces to behold. Its obvious that either the earth quaked here or the sea receded, as this is the site that Jesus ‘walked on water’ (as well as the feeding of the 5000). The only problem now, is that the shores of Galilee are a km away.
Haifa:
We traveled from the Golan Heights to Haifa, the largest port in Israel. I did something I’ve always wanted to do, (but have been scared by the media/people not to in the States) pick up a hitchhiker. Hitchhiking is quite common in Israel and through some convincing of my cousin, we picked up a non-english speaking Israel solider (sans the gun, bummer) and drove him about 30 km to his next post. Though it was short, I can now say I picked up a hitchhiker and lived to tell about it. (LOL) Akko was our final stop on the way to Haifa. This is the marriage of East meets West, received the Crusaders and the Ottomans a few yrs earlier. There was a sense of Kaos in the walled city, which lead way to the market bazaars and crazy streets. I happened into an earthly heaven, when I ventured into a store, which only sold Baklava – all shapes and sizes. With a whirlwind day behind us and exhaustion upon us, we found the way to our B&B through the heavy trafficked, windy streets of Haifa, built on Mt. Carmel. I was back to my element of crowds, cement structure and constant action.

* Life in Israel

2008-03-22T11:02:00.001-04:00

Jerusalem:
Although Jerusalem represent three relgions prominantly: Christianity, Judiasm, Islamic, - it evident that this is the cradle of Judism in many respects. In Jerusalem (considered holy of holy cities to the Jews) is where you'll find most of the strict orthodox Jews making their home. The most popular color of clothing is grey or black. The more othordox of the population wear dark/grey attire and women skirts only. The ladies cover their heads (after they are married), either with a wig or scarf. The men wear either their Kippahs (depending on the age) coinsistantly. The aspect which I appreciate is the fact that their diet is much like the SDA diet - no pork, etc and they keep the Sabbath similar to my religion. The orthodox Jews, however, do refrain from doing 'any work' on the Sabat and when they eat, they seperate their meats from their dairy, waiting 6 hrs in between to eat the two. This is something quite percular to this faith, which makes it fascincating to me.
Sabat on a Yeshuv:
I had quiet the unique experience for the weekend, when we, along with the family, was invited to spend Sabat at a Yeshuv.This Jewish settlement located in the West bank, apprx 1/2 hr from Jerusalem. The land which they occupied, like many Yeshuv's was originally on Israely land which was handed over to the Arabs in recent years. These areas are protected by high fences and some miliary presence. It feels quite isolated - as if these dwellings are trying to make a life apart from the busy city centers. In the center of this Yushuv was 35 track houses, along with the social & religious center, the Synagoge (i'm learning so much being here, as you can tell) During every meal, we (about 20 various family members) sat around the table and ate items such as Challah bread (blessed by the head of the household, manuall broken off and passed around first) Gefeltafish, Hummus, Brisket and more. Strick Jewish practises where in place for the entire Yeshuv during the Sabat hours (no work, phones, etc) It was a time devoted to prayer, worship and genuine fellowship. During the meals, the men would break out in song every now and then and time was spent reading the Torah. It was a very initmate and exceptional experiences I've had in my lifetime.
Masada climb:
This, unlike previous vacations, had little planning so I spent much time on the internet looking for the next days lodging online. Having others there to travel with sort of slowed me down but since I didn't have any specific sites to see, it wasn't a worry. After returning from the Yeshuv we headed south, through barren lands, with Gracie and Estelle to the famous Dead Sea. About an hr into the drive, the topography completely changed, the landscape offered up the grand sea surrounded by mountains/hills made of dirt. Unlike anything I"ve seen before. This was the warmest weather we enjoyed so far -splendid! The following am we got ourselves up before sunset - apprx 430am, to make our way up, by foot, up the famous 'Masada' mtn. Two, strenous kilometers later, we found ourselves at the historic Jewish stronghold. I remember seeing the movie based on this story, apparently hollywood wasn't too accurate in the manner of the final death (big surprise to me:-)
Eilat & Petra, Jordan:
After the Dead Sea stop, we headed to Israel's resort on the Red Sea: Eilot, located in the southern tip of Israel. This was also one of the borders into Jordan. This is the biggest resort area in Israel - with modesty being less of a concern then in Jerusalem. Even though there were some US favorites here - still haven't found the elusive Starbucks - will keep you posted when I find it.
After another late night, we awoke quiet eary to catch the tour bus to the Nubian built sites of Petra, Jordan. "Indiana Jones, final crusade' was going to come to life for me. Most people will know Petra by the famous 'Treasury' building. This is probably the most in tact structure however, there was so much more to see, more than the 4 miles of sites we walked in the 5 hrs we were there. I was privy to a 10 min. mule ride, but the hike out was gruling, yet survivable on this especially warm day.
The Jordanians are quite proud of their King (King Hussain) as his photo, next to his late father, was posted everywhere. I had plans to hang out in town, but after this full day, we could only muster up a phone call to the local Kosher pizza place, eat in and rest.
Dead Sea (again):
The 3 hrs return drive back north was probably the most monotoneous I'd ever drove. No greenery, no buildings, nothing but miles of land covered in mtns/hills made of dirt. We passed by what was considered to be 'Sodom and Gomorrah' on the way back to the Dead Sea. No surprise it was located close/under the Dead sea. I convinced myself to actually take a dip in the Dead sea - because well, had to take a photo of me floating in it, right.... I was told NOT to touch my eyes upon entering, advise which I took seriously. It was a surreal experience indeed, floating as if I were carried on wings on the surface of the body of H2O. Wish I had taken a newspaper w/ me to add to the photo opp. Trust me guys, when they say salty, they mean SALTY. I could have used the dried salt on my skin to add flavor to more than a few tomatoes Although we washed the salt off in the outdoor shower, the pain, in places where I'd scratched before, seemed to accelerate to a crescendo by the time we arrived back in Jerusalem. Yawza!
And the adventures ontinue.....

* Shalom from Jerusalem!

2008-03-18T16:05:00.000-04:00

Greetings from the mid-east - a land of politcal tension and great baklava!
Traveling to Amsterdam:
My flight was pleasant as I sat next to a talkative yet interesting lad from India. Although I don't tend to be a talkative airline seat-mate, this guy was interesting. I had to laugh as he described his indoctrination into the US by being sent by his Indian based marketing company to Minneapolis for one month. The trauma, as he described his first, freezing week in Minniapolis, hadn't left him yet. I was glad to hear that he was treated with the utmost kindness during his stay (glad he wasn't made aware of the scores of angry americans blaming \india for our job loss) He mentioned how on ave. he puts in 15 hr days at the office back home. And we American's think life at the office is hard....
I was excited to finally get to see Amsterdam on my 8 hr layover. Unfortunately my happiness died quickly as I began hoofing it around town. The cold temps, and gusty winds put a real damper on my mood. I had such grand plans to visit 'amsterdam' sights, but after the ferse winds bent my umbrella in two (along with half the umbrellas in AMS) I resolved to overeating at one of the many delightful cafes until my outbound flight. (Oh and yes I accidently walked through the 'red light' district' - was more than a little stunned when I saw men masqurading as ugly women in the peek a boo windoews)
In Israel:
My arrival into Israel was 300am on the 11th. I was greated by 2 generations of cousins. (Gracie - 1st cuz & Estelle - 2nd cuz) at the Tel Aviv airport. Since I don't have any extended family here in the States its a real treat for me to spend quality time with them. Poor Gracie spent 2 days travel to get from Australia and Estelle & her folks flew in from Canada. We were all there to celebrate Renee (Estelle's 20yr old sister, Gracie sister's daughter) wedding in Jerusalem on the 12th. She's been attending a Sheva for the last yr and would be marring a lovely Jewish man she met in Israel.
Not only was this my first trip to Israel, it would also be my first time to a orthodox Jewish wedding. The wedding was lovely, intimate and fascinating because of the various traditions of the Jewish orthodox church which were incorporated into the wedding. The reception room was divided in half with a curtain border, one half for the women, the other for the men. Prior to the ceremony, Renee was seated on the female side and a line formed in front of her as blessings were exchanged. Its believed that what ever blessing the bride bestows on her patrons, it will come true. Right before the wedding ceremony, all the men, wearing their kippahs, accompanied the groom to the brides side as she was veiled with a thick face covering. It was his duty to lift the veil and make sure the Renee was the bride and hadn't been switched w/ another women (like in the Bible with Racheal)
My cousin's Wedding:
The ceremony itself was held in the outdoor chuppah, with the all the attendees and family surrounding the couple closely. It was probably the most intimate exchange of wedding vows I have ever witnessed After the short ceremony everybody got down like I had never seen before. Perhaps the dividing of the genders took away from much of the self-consciousness that we feel when we interact and dance with the opposite gender.?? The most shocking site to me was the israel solder friend who attended the ceremony. She had a gun and magazine wrapped around here while both dancing and eating. Something you simpy don't see everyday.
Once the business of the wedding was over it was time to hit the town. I was told that jerusalem was a destination unto itself - finally after 3 days here we would get to see some of it. This is the holiest site for both Christians and Jews. We took a guided trip Jerusalem and even ventured to occupied territory in Bethlehem, a place Jews do not enter. Our driver in Israel, was exchanged for a local guide/driver in Bethleham, b/c he said that Israel's are not allowed into the West bank since they may be taken hostage. I hadn't realized how close the West bank really is to Jerusalem, with the old wall bordering it. It was evident that the Isreal's were quiet unsettled about venturing into any part of the West bank, or any Arab territory, some of which had no distinct borders. I didn't get the sense it was a big deal, but then again, I grew up in Detroit.
Although there are many sceptics (Gracie being one of them) we were shown the various sights significant to the Christian faith, such as the site where Jesus was buried as well as the actual road (Via dolorosa) He walked to the cross. I often times wish I had a more vidid imagination so that i could more fully picture the actual events in my minds eye.

* Its time...isn't it?"

2008-02-01T18:24:00.000-05:00

A 'few' of my loyal readers have asked me why I'm not posting lately. Well here's a list of the very complex reasons, why thats true. (in list of importance)

1. Its winter and life seems dull
2. Writers bloc

3. Its winter and life seems dule

4. My lower back hurts

5. Its winter and life seems dull.

It must be lovely, to live in an State/Country where snow is simply something one sees on TV commercials or movies. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just the pretty white stuff, but when it arrives with freezing temps, stuck stubbornly to your car windows and you find yourself runing from building to car/visa versa to stay out of it, it ceases to loose its appeal.

Driving in the stuff, is an altogether different story - especially with my bald front tires (hmm, perhaps that is the reason I've needed to be pulled out of the snow, 2x this season so far) My dad even had a little mishaep on his return from dropping off pianos in Chicago today. He and the trailer he was driving, ran off into a ditch b/c, - fortunately he wasn't hurt and the trailer was empty of pianos (can you imagine pianos lying on the side of a snowy road)

Fortunately January is behind us, the offical 'hump' of a Michigan winter is finally over. I'm looking forward to an active springs/summer in attempts to forget that this cycle will begin all over again in about November.

Recent activities since my last post..

1. Finally got to house-sit my friend George & Sheryl's 'Hottub Mansion', soaking in a private outdoor hottub till my littles toes pruned with happiness. (btw; the stain was the cat's fault)

2. Played tons of volleyball - my favorite sport

3. Experienced my first 'Cirque de soleil' preformance (thx again Neil!)

4. Celebrated the start of another new year - 2008 - in terrific health!

5. Found out I'll be taking a little trip to the Middle East next month...

* Time for a new look

2007-11-12T11:26:00.001-05:00

The following new address and blog design, is my feeble attempt to shake things up. Who would have thought that only a few years ago, we, regular folk, could be immortalized on the web for the whole world to see. Although blogs aren't everyone's 'bag', however for me it's a great outlet for my writing, musings and of course, photos. Read, enjoy,.......and if you have or know of a great blog site, send it my way, as I'm always looking for an interesting read.
I'll leave you with a few photos of my recent trip to N.C for my bi-annual transplant appt (which went very well) and our subsequent trip to Charleston. S.C which, "I do declare" is my absolute favorite southern town in all of these United States. Quiz time: Guess which important event happened in Charleston???