Don’t Cry for Me Thessaloniki… The Truth Is I Never Left You

The places I’ve been live on in my soul.  Glimpses of them flash across my mind throughout the day, inspiring me to be part of making great places and to live life to the fullest.

When I was in Thessaloniki, I tried video recording a cool reflection I found.  (You’ll want to turn the sound down–I don’t have software for editing these yet and the street noise is a bit loud.)

But see how much the reflections change with the slightest shift of perspective or moment in time?

Gray Sky Blues

Another rainy day in Dublin.  Here’s hoping the sun breaks through.  It almost always does each day–sooner or later.  I’ve attached an example of sunshine after rain, taken as I was crossing Dame Street on October 2.

Reflection on Dame Street. Copyright Shannon Chance, 2012.

Dashing Between Stories

Sometime this weekend, dashing from the all-day seminar “Conversations on Stories” hosted by Notre Dame and the evening welcome event hosted by the Fulbright Ireland Alumni Association, I managed to capture a few fleeting glimpses of Dublin for you.  These were all taken near O’Connell Bridge.

My Incredible HU Students

I’m so glad to have Facebook so I can stay connected with family, friends, colleagues, and past students. Several of the students I coached in a Disney design competition work as Disney Imagineers today.  Nikk and Nicole Smith crafted this fine image of the Obama family (and yes, they had the blessing of Pixar).

The Obamas as Incredibles, copyright Nikkolas and Nicole Smith.

Carlton Copeland, who travelled to Italy with me last May, posted a reflection shot of his own last week, and acknowledged my contribution.  🙂

Carlton’s caption on Facebook for this shot was:
“An addiction taught by @shannonchance — with Shannon Massie Chance.”

He’s part of Hampton University’s Solar Decathlon team.  You can see his work from our summer design studio at Urban Push. His team’s proposal for a new development in Romewas great. Below are a few of his photos and sketches from the trip, and the banner shot form his Facebook pag

From Piazza San Marco, Venice (copyright Carlton Copeland, 2012).

Carlton’s Facebook banner — a photo from our May 2012 trip to Italy.

A sketch Carlton made in Rome (copyright Carlton Copeland, 2012).

Carlton’s photo of me in Italy  (copyright Carlton Copeland, 2012).

Sketch of Piazza Fenice, in Venice (copyright Carlton Copeland, 2012).

Loving Westport

A canal runs through downtown Westport.

This is the “octagon” in Westport.

A favorite archway… Glen McClure brought us here last month.

 

The Protestant church in Westport.

A contemporary sculpture next to the IshSko Center.

Reflections on news

It never ceases to amaze me that the Irish serve lasagna with a side of fries (which they call “chips” or “wedges”). Here, potato chips are called “crisps.”

High Tech in Kilkenny

A vist to the Rothe House in downtown Kilkenny, with Mom.

We learned a bit about technology over the centuries during our visit to Kilkenny’s Rothe House this weekend… everything from timber frame construction, to cooking techniques, to fashion.

The Rothe House also provided a diagram of the garderobe, to help you understand the toilet system used throughout Europe from the medieval ages until the Industrial Revolution.  Unlike this one, in most of the castles around Kilkenny, the garderobe was inside the wall and accessed through a corridor in the wall. They hung clothes in this corridor, because the acid in the air deterred mites and bugs.

Of course, there’s always been the option of a chamber pot.  I’ve provided a reflection shot of an antique shop that has two chamber pots for sale.

The Faces of Floyd (and Someday Mayo)

There’s a wonderful article in today’s Roanoke Times about Glen McClure and the show he’s opening this weekend in southwestern Virginia (my birthplace). Dave will be attending the opening, along with Marshall McClure, Glen’s awesome wife.

Meanwhile, back at the Irish ranch, I’m pulling together a proposal in hopes of showing photographic work by Dave, Glen, and myself in Dublin. Fingers crossed!

This kind of cultural exchange is what the Fulbright program (and my job as a Fulbright Scholar) is all about.  I’m trying to help people understand each other better, in so many respects.  That’s also the point of the social science research I’m doing here.

Dubliners: If you know a gallery that might like to exhibit Landscapes of Mayo by Glen, Faces of Mayo by Glen, Vestiges of Ireland by Dave, and/or Reflections of Ireland by Shannon, please drop me a line!

Westport

The canal running through downtown Westport.

 

It never ceases to amaze me that they serve lasagna with fries (called chips or wedges). Here, potato chips are called “crisps”.

 

The Protestant church in Westport.

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A contemporary sculpture next to the IshSko Center.

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Reflections on news.

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The “octagon” in Westport.

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A favorite archway… Glen McClure brought us here last month.

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This is a “Achill salmon salad plate”. Many thanks to Glen McClure for helping me figure out what a “salad plate” is.

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The train knew I was coming. All the train cars are brand-spanking new.

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The Cullan brothers sat across from me on the train. Our Macs communed. (And my iPhone distorted their heads… live and learn!)

 

Traveling Bunny

Bunny at dinner in Dublin.

Do you have something unique you do to remember your travel experiences?  A bit of home you bring along to help you remember who you are?  Some way you “frame” what you’re seeing that helps you understand and interpret what’s going on around you?

My unique take involves capturing photos of “urban reflections.”  I enjoy having this storehouse of images to look back on.  In future years, I’ll be able to reminisce about the places I’ve been and fun I’ve had.

And, I’ll be able to see how things have changed over time in the cities I have loved!

My current house guests, Mary and Tim, have their own way of framing their travels.  They bring thier “Bunny” with them everywhere they go.

Since they are accomplished travelers, they have pictures of Bunny in famous sites all around the world!

Here, Bunny nibbled a plump Irish carrot — while we dined on quiche and steamed veggies!

Sights and Sounds of Thessaloniki

Reflection in Thessaloniki

Thessaloniki was amazing!  I had most of a day to explore the city before the conference started.  I had no trouble getting around and the Greek people were amazingly helpful.

Inside the down of the Agia Sophia church.

I was lucky to be exploring the city on a Sunday because all the churches were open for celebrating mass.  I observed christenings in two different churches–one that has a basilica (Christian cross) plan and another with a Byzantine cross plan (where all the arms have equal length). The basilica plan is typical of Roman planning (of Roman Catholic heritage) and the other (like San Marco in Venice) is typical of Greek Orthodox planning.

This area was under control of the Ottoman Empire for a period of time, after it belonged to the Roman Empire, and the Ottomans worked to convert the Christians to Islam.  There are Roman and Byzantine scattered artifacts throughout Thessaloniki.

I missed the actual baptism and anointing, but after that a team of women dressed the baby head to toe. Here the parents presented the fully-dressed child.

I particularly enjoyed visiting the Greek Agora (which became a Roman Amphitheater during Roman occupation of the area) and the Museum of Byzantine Culture.  I had visited the Museum of Byzantine Culture for just an hour on my own, so I was thrilled when the conference included a dinner plus tour there as well.  I felt like a kid in a candy store!
I’m not one to dwell on negatives, but I will mention a couple of oddities of my stay in Greece. There were two bus loads of riot police parked in front of my hotel the entire time I was there.  One week prior to my arrival, the police had reclaimed the building a few doors down.  It had been held by a group of anarchists for the past five years.  I could see burn marks on the underside of the balconies of the building as I walked by.

All set up outside for the after-baptisim festivities.

In the past, I had heard that the riots I’d witnessed in Rome were organized by anarchists from the Balkins, and not by Italian people.  I’ve been in or near Rome for two, both of which were in response to visits by President Bush the second.

I can’t vouch for the accuracy of that claim, but it certainly seems possible to me now that I’ve seen the anarchists in action in Greece.

Despite the potential for chaos, I felt quite safe everywhere I went in Thessaloniki, even when I was out by myself.  However, I didn’t get a chance to visit the oldest part of the city where it’s acropolis is located, so I can’t speak to the atmosphere of the whole place. But my hotel was allowing the police to use the facilities from time to time, and things felt stable enough to me.

I love to see depictions of saints holding models of churches. This one appears to have a Byzantine cross plan.

There was also some sort of transit strike on the morning I left. I had to take a cab to the airport instead of city bus, and my flight to Rome was delayed for an hour.  After we finally landed in Rome, the folks at the airport forgot to deliver one buggy of luggage to the baggage claim.  That delayed about 40 of the passengers, including myself, for about another hour.  I helped get that sorted out by alerting the airport personnel to the problem.

Each time they enter the church, they visit each important relic. And kiss each and every one!

Overall, I was amazed at how orderly the others on the flight were in loading the plane and, later, waiting for luggage.  Several of them even waited for my luggage–the very last of the set–to emerge before they set off for the city.  They went out of their way to make sure I was okay!

In the interim, I had helped people make their connections by providing advice on how to have baggage delivered directly to their homes.  It was great to be of assistance!  (It wasn’t the first time I awaited lost luggage in Rome.)

I lit a candle in honor of Dave’s dad.

The flights themselves were great.  I managed to get window seats on three of my four flights. As I write this, we’ve just flown over the Ligurian coast of Italy (where Dave and I spent a week this past summer).  I must admit that the mountains that looked so scary from the passenger seat still look scary!  We blew a tire when we accidentally went off-roading.

On another note:  it feels terrific to know the landmarks of Italy and of Rome well enough to get around without a map.  Yesterday, when the busses of Rome were detoured around the city center, I was able to help many tourists find their way.  I don’t even need a map for getting around Dublin, because I spent so much time apartment shopping on line before I arrived!