December 31, 2011

A Sea of Postcards

It's like we're sending all of these...to all of you...
from everywhere we went. Happy Holidays!



Maybe you'd like to join us next time? You can link to the videos here!

Merry Cruising!

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December 28, 2011

VLOG: Glances From the Boat

Christmas day. Mediterranean Sea. Rainbow.


Sigh.

Welcome on board!


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December 24, 2011

What Brings Us Together

Besides the holidays...the internet.

I knew maybe a total of 10 people overseas before I turned 25. Now half of my world is in Europe. And people, or at least computers, from all over the globe have seen some neon blog about a twenty-something volleyball coach-turned-player with a rad last name who takes action photos and amateur travel videos.

Countries that have registered access to "What Up, Swags?!" include: USA, Belgium, Montenegro, Czech Republic, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, Germany, France, Spain, Austria, Russia, Iran, Israel, Canada, Malaysia, Argentina, Netherlands, United Kingdom, and Slovenia.

Our society has truly gone global, and we are only drawing closer together everyday.

Remember how Christmas all began with God's ultimate gift to us: the baby Jesus in a lowly manger. He was proclaimed by the angels then, and His name is now declared through the wildfire of the internet.

Make your 2012 be the year you have been wanting for a long time. Your life is only going to be what you make it; how you act and react now will still matter in 30 years. Be proud of the road you choose, and have the courage to choose the right road everyday.

Thank you for glancing at, scanning through, or enjoying my first year of blogging, and here's to the hope for many more.

From our current home to wherever yours happens to be, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

That's what up.
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December 18, 2011

Note to Self: Do the Right Thing

This afternoon we had a terrible referee, mostly because we didn't have a real one, therefore, "Hey, you, here's a whistle," happened.

During the third set, one of my girls did a full body skim of a serve that was going out of bounds and the very official referee just called it out - much to the dismay of the other team and coach. It was so painfully obvious, so I just told the referee that we had indeed touched it, and the point was for the other team.

I thought nothing of this small act; this team is competing at a small high school level, the game was not close, and the referee had no clue what was happening. Just tell the truth and move on.

After the match, I was talking with one of my players who speaks English, and there was an old man hovering over our conversation. I thought he was just intrigued by our choice of language, and I was making face hints to my player that said, "Why is that man still standing there?!"

Eventually, we had a pause in our talk, and the man asked if I was English (5th time in two weeks). After he heard I was American, he said, "Congratulations." I was hoping it had to do with my feeble abilities in speaking French, but no, he was pleased to have seen that I had told the truth during the volleyball match because it was so unusual for someone to be honest during competition.

In instances similar to this, I have seen people thanked for honesty - but congratulated? This was new to me.

All this to say: we never know who is watching or who is being impacted by what we say or do. They won't usually tell you, but you are either influencing for the positive or the negative. I used to think there was a neutral; if you did nothing, you weren't helping either side. BUT that is terribly false; "neutral" is always for the negative because it does nothing for the positive.

Alas, do not be neutral! Neutrality is the same as apathy, the same as the kid who stands by while the bully enacts his prowess onto the weaker child. Being the positive is not always easy; it usually takes a surge of courage and being okay with letting other people think differently about you. I am not always any one of these types of people, but I know the world would be a better place if we all tried to have more courage to do the right thing.

Today was a small thing that had little bearing on anything in particular. But your day will have small things, too, and those small things will add up to bigger things.

Have the courage to stand out and make those things count today!

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December 17, 2011

Licking the Bowl

This was a new echelon of The Chocolate Experience. 


"Angelina" is supposedly the place for the best hot chocolate in Paris. There is the regular one on Rue de Rivoli, across from the Tuileries Gardens and close to the Louvre. There is also one inside Chateau de Versailles, but I stayed in town today. Obviously anything with "best" and "chocolate" in the title is something I must check out.

So I waited in line for 30 minutes with a bunch of tourists (because all the Parisians make reservations ahead of time). I almost threw up when the dad in the family in front of me said he'd take the buffet at Corral any day over a 50 Euro brunch at Angelina - I'd rather pay 100 Euro for every French meal than eat anything at Corral. 

My chair and I enjoyed the privacy of a very crowded and buzzing atmosphere inside. There were plenty of different kinds of people to watch and listen to, and thankfully I was not seated next to tourists. You can tell a place is good when there is a fairly strong mixture of real Parisians in the restaurant: they're speaking relaxed French, have no shopping bags, and have layered appropriately for the weather.

The rest of The Chocolate Experience is best understood by the thoughts streaming through my mind (and onto my memo app) as I had my first Angelina hot chocolate.

"Someone melted my favorite chocolate and put it in this cup."

"A true drink of actual chocolate."

"Willy-Wonka-esque extravagance in chocolatey taste!"

"I'm letting a chocolate fountain rain into my mouth."

"Like the best Christmas fudge, but melted into liquid form."


And from that thought, I realized the truth of it all: it was the essence of candy-making during the holidays. Those moments when the house is filled with the intoxicating aroma of melting chocolate and it takes everything in your power to not dip the ladle into the saucepan when Mom isn't looking to down a whole spoonful of the treat. The only satisfaction of this fantasy is being granted the rights to scrounge up whatever's left and lick the bowl.

It was too rich to finish, even for me. But I definitely had all my wildest chocolate dreams come true, and that means the job was well done by Paris' Best Hot Chocolate.

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December 8, 2011

Book Report This Field Trip

The Phantom of the Opera. The play. The movie. The book.

Where it all happens? L'Opera Garnier.

L'Opera itself gives just a casual glance to the story, marking Box 5 as "Loge du Fantome de L'Opera," and peddling themed souvenirs in the gift shop.

But it's no wonder Gaston Leroux found the inspiration for his mystery inside the majestic walls of L'Opera Garnier. The intertwining corridors, levels upon levels of grandeur, and shadowy corners whisper secrets to even the most skeptical of observers.

I encourage every Phantom fan to read the novel; I found a free version on my Kobo app, so it shouldn't cost anyone anything these days. The novel not only has more key plot players, but also gives necessary depth to the flaws in all the characters that cannot always be communicated in visual entertainment. For instance, the phantom is legitimately a horrifying genius in his original form, and, let's be real: it's hard to hate on Gerard during the movie version.

The story moves around between characters quite a bit, so give yourself a quiet place to really focus on transporting to L'Opera Garnier to see with your mind how each detail blends to form this haunting tale.

Or maybe just use this to assist your imagination...








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VLOG: City of Lights

It's easy to show off our favorite city in the world.


But it's more fun to show you in person. See you soon?

"The world is a book, and those who do not travel, 
read only a page." - Saint Augustine

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