Too Good!

Okay, so it's been awhile since I (Manish) actually posted an entry. I also know that Wimbledon was a long time ago, but the men's final was so great that I still have to write about it. The match had everything -- drama, suspense, horror, the moral at the end of the story. No, wait, this wasn't (quite) a movie. It did have countless great points, rain delays, championship points saved, an excitable crowd, extra innings (so to speak), looming darkness, and two humble champions when it was all said and done.

Of course, as we were watching, we didn't imagine that people would later call it the greatest Wimbledon match ever. I remember watching last year's final on TV. At this point, it's really hard to compare the two since there's so much you miss either way. I definitely want to see the TV broadcast of the match (hopefully in HD), though I have no idea if that will actually help me pick a favorite. What I do know is that subsequent Wimbledons will have a hard time living up to this type of match in a final.

-Manish

A Sorta Fairy Tale ...

As we got into the car to leave Bacharach, I was quite sure that I had already seen the quaintest town on this trip. I was wrong. Three hours later we were in a walled medieval town called Rothenberg on the stretch of Germany known as the "Romantic Road" and i was amazed. The town essentially looked like a well-illustrated fairy-tale come to life! In addition to walking around town and eating a fabulous Italian meal (German food just doesn't do it for me), we spent some time in the Museum of Criminal Punishment and walked on the city wall containing the town. The museum was not very well organized, but quite informative, and the walk was wonderful.

From Rothenberg, we got into our little Citroen Picasso and sped to Bavaria. As we got closer to our destination we watched the temperature drop from 19C to 13C and I was quite sad. I then looked out of the window and was charmed yet again. I could see rolling green hills everywhere - with a variety of trees. The shades of green were dazzling and the Alpine peaks in the backdrop only made the sight more fantastic. Soon we were at our hotel in the middle of nowhere - the directions on the hotel website literally said: "Turn left after the school and find the hotel in the middle of the fields". Exhausted from our adventures, we ate our dinner and crashed.

Today, we woke up to a bright and sunny day - one which promised to be much warmer than 13C :) We hiked out to see the famous castles in Bavaria - Hohenschwangau where "Mad" King Ludwig grew up and Neuschwanstein, which King Ludwig built - and which inspired the Disney castle. Both castles were beautiful and we definitely got our exercise for the day with the hike between our hotel and the castles and one between the castles themselves. We had a really fun day!

Lake by Castles	Hohenschwangau Castle	Neuschwanstein Castle

We head to Interlaken tomorrow. Looking forward to more Alpine beauty :)

Beautiful Bacharach

We are in a little town about an hour away from Frankfurt. It feels like we are in the middle of nowhere - and yet we have Internet :) Bacharach has been a good break from large cities. It's a really quaint place on the Rhine with beautiful buildings interspersed with castles. We walked around some, took a short cruise on the Rhine and explored the Rheinfels castle. Apparently, a picture is worth a thousand words and I don't feel like writing too much today, so I'm going to let the pictures below depict what this area feels like.

View from our room	Castle in Bacharach	Rheinfels Castle	Beautiful Area

Here in Bacharach, we found out that some things don't change. I've fallen asleep on every river cruise we've taken on this trip, and today was no exception. I was oblivious to the medieval castles built along the Rhine a long time ago - for petty landowners to tax merchants using the river to transport their goods - because I was asleep. Luckily it was a round-trip journey and I got to see the sights at least once :) We also found out that some things do change. Manish actually read the guidebook today as he wanted to explore some tunnels that I was too claustrophobic to get into - and he needed directions to make sure that he didn't get lost down there. He also joined facebook and has been glued to it almost all evening.



Tomorrow we head down the Romantic Road into Bavaria. I'm excited about seeing more beautiful castles and scenery along the way. I should be awake as we are traveling by car.

Brrrlin

The bad weather from London followed us to Berlin, and it was quite cold and wet when we got here yesterday. However, the weather in Berlin is as inconsistent as it is in London - we got brilliant sunshine from 1 to 4 this afternoon and it started pouring just when we got back to our hotel room for our afternoon break. The weather is not the only thing that's inconsistent in Berlin - the whole city is still trying to figure itself out. The parliament building has a facade from the late 19th Century, but a dome built 10 years ago. The building is stone and the dome is all glass and mirrors (symbolizing transparency in government). The rest of the city is no different. On the eastern side especially, one can see old ugly boxy buildings with cute cafes and restaurants on the bottom floor. Old churches (some desperately in need of renovation) with modern H&M stores nearby. The inconsistencies make the city beautiful - and remind us that the Berlin wall fell only a couple of decades ago. The city has probably changed a lot since then, and will be quite a different city in 5 years' time.

Bricks marking location of Wall	Parliament facade	Parliament dome

As Berlin shapes up, my guess is that it will be more American than other cities in Europe. Already, we see Starbucks, McDonalds, Burger Kings and Dunkin' Donuts everywhere - far more American food chains than I have seen anywhere else so far. Of course, there are wurst stands everywhere too - yet another example of multiple cultures living together to form Berlin's own unique flavor :)

We've had a lot of fun in Berlin. It's a big enough city - quite lively and well connected by public transportation - but with far fewer crowds (and toursits) than London. Of course, since we were in Germany, we had to try out a Mexican (bad) and an Asian fusion (good) place for dinner ;) We also pretended to be students and had lunch at the Technical University Mensa (it was the Mensa that attracted me of course ... and then the extremely cheap food in the cafeteria!). Coffee seems to be a way of life here, and we joined the locals at the Einstein Kaffee (Einstein taught in the Eastern part of Berlin before heading to Princeton in 1932). And we discovered a sale going on at H&M :)

Tomorrow we head off to Bacharach, a small town on the Rhine. I'm sad to leave Berlin - not least because we have a wonderful hotel room here. We will spend the next few days exploring what is preserved of medieval Germany and hiking in the Alps. Internet access will probably be spotty, if it exists at all - so the next blog post may not happen until we are in Salzburg next Saturday.

It's not over until it's over ... (Lessons from Wimbledon)

We found ourselves at a sports arena for the second time on this trip. The first arena was the Colosseum - where gladiators killed each other for sport 2000 years ago. This time around, the contestants channeled their aggression through a racket at the All-England Club - and we actually got to watch rather than imagine the sport :) We were at Wimbledon!

The first complete match we watched was the Ladies' Singles Finals, and Serena Williams took an early lead - breaking Venus' serve in the very first game. However, she could not close out the set and Venus ended up winning it by breaking Serena's serve in the last game. In the second set, everything was fairly even until Serena was serving to stay in the match when Venus was up 5-4. Serena somehow seemed resigned to losing, played much worse than she had before and Venus won the set - and the 750,000 pounds awarded to the Wimbledon champion. It was then than I first realized that different players with the same skill level in tennis might get very different results based on their ability to wrap things up. I noticed this again in the ladies' doubles. This time Serena and Venus were on the same team, and both seemed somewhat tired after the singles final they had just completed. However, their opponents were not able to break their serve even once despite several opportunities to do so. Thinking back, I suppose that the end-game was even more crucial back in ancient Rome - leaving your opponent simply injured could cost you your life as a gladiator!

The next day we set off for Wimbledon while it was still raining, unsure of our chances of seeing the Men's Singles Finals - the Federer/Nadal match we had been anticipating. By 2:30 in the afternoon, the rain had died down (at least temporarily) and we hurried to Center Court along with everyone else who had been waiting out the rain in a lounge. The match began, and two hours later it seemed like Nadal was going to win the championship quite easily. A rain break at that point probably helped Federer steady himself, and he came out on court after the break to save the third set to roars of approval from an ecstatic crowd. The rain break itself was interesting to watch. First, a dark cloud was seen over the court, then ball-boys and ball-girls came out and stood ready to pull the tarp over the court. When it started raining, the court was covered in a matter of seconds, and the tent was inflated so that all water would run off the sides. The referee predicted how long the rain would last (and was correct!). When the rain break ended, security guards efficiently helped spectators back to their seats as the players warmed up. It was an extremely well-run operation.

Anyway, at the end of the fourth set, Nadal had two opportunities to win the championship. Federer managed to save both these points and went on to win the fourth set. At that point, I started wondering what makes a champion. Excellence, certainly. In fact it seems like excellence needs to be a part of muscle memory - not something one can learn to achieve at a critical time. Nadal's game in the fourth set was much better than Federer's - yet Federer had driven the match to a deciding fifth set. Clearly, excellence isn't enough. Is it hunger, tenacity, equanimity in a difficult situation, belief in oneself, maturity, experience, humility? To some extent I think that it is all of these things. Federer, the more experienced of the two players kept his cool, believed that he could win the set, willed his muscles to display the excellence that he knew they could and held on, preventing Nadal from cinching the deal in that fourth set.

Of course, the fifth set was simply brilliant - and ultimately Nadal did manage to seal the deal, but only a couple of hours after he could have sealed the deal had he been playing a lesser player. Unfortunately for him, he was playing a champion - and he himself had to be mentally stronger to win the Championship. The award ceremony was really beautiful with both players acknowledging exactly how worthy their opponent was. In addition to providing great entertainment, Wimbledon provided me with a valuable lesson - the characteristics Nadal and Federer displayed in the match are necessary in any difficult situation with good competition. I'll have to remember them the next time things get tough and the end-game seems to take forever :)

P.S. The rest of our time in London was great as well, even though it was quite wet. Yesh and I discovered that we liked Nico-D clothes a lot, much to the chagrin of our wallets. Manish and I watched really good improv at The Comedy Store . We miss Yesh and Pat as they left earlier today. We head to Berlin tomorrow and hope that it isn't raining there.

Firenze e Venezia

I must admit that I was somewhat underwhelmed when we got to Florence from Rome. Florence is a much smaller city, and there is far less to do there. However, it is the birthplace of the Renaissance and home of the best gelato in Italy. So, we ate gelato and checked out some art - most notably Michelangelo's David. There are several fake Davids around Florence, the biggest one where the original David stood for 300 years, but nothing quite prepared us for how breathtaking the original David was. David was extremely real - even the veins on his hand were sculpted! Also, David is the representation of the Renaissance man - symbolizing humanism, balance and beauty - and this definitely came across as we gawked at him. A photo of fake David can be found to the left - no pictures allowed by the real David. You can also check him out at The Digital Michelangelo Project, which was created by one of the CS labs at Stanford (my friend Jason worked there :)). Actually, a kiosk where you can play with the same visualizations can be found right next to David in Florence! Another wonderful thing about Florence was a bookstore called Paperback Exchange where you can exchange an old paperback for a discount on a new one, and they gave me far more for my book than Half Price Books in Seattle ever has.

Anyway, we spent a happy couple of days in Florence (our hotel had free wi-fi :)) before heading to Venice. Venice is magical. The medieval houses lining the canals are so quaint. What I appreciated most about Venice, though, was how pedestrian friendly it was. No cars allowed (actually, I don't think we saw a single bicycle either). The roads are five to eight feet wide - just wide enough to walk. It's harder if you have any sort of wheels (strollers, wheeled suitcases, etc.) as one needs to climb up and down several bridges. Once we were done with all the tourist sites that we wanted to do (we have started avoiding churches and museums unless they have something spectacular) and had even done our laundry, we decided to check out a couple of other islands around Venice. Murano is where all the glass factories are - so we watched some glass-blowers at work and checked out hand-made chandeliers that we can't afford. Then we headed to Burano, which is so much calmer than Venice. In Burano, we found lace and cut-work products, extremely colorful houses ... and Coca-cola flavored gelato (it really did taste like Coke).
We ended our Venetian trip with a concert featuring Vivaldi's compositions as Vivaldi is probably Venice's most famous artist. The group we watched is called Interpreti Veneziani, and they were extremely good - at the end of the show, the audience was enthusiastic enough that the musicians played two encores :) The concert was at a beautiful church, and that definitely helped add to the atmosphere. I even got to chat with one of the cellists in broken English and Italian while I waited in line to use the restroom - he was telling people to go back to their seats after the intermission, but communicated that I should stay and use the restroom. As I waited, we talked about the weather, and I tried to tell him just how much I was enjoying the evening.

Next stop, London! We are currently at the airport waiting to board our flight (although by the time I post this, we will probably be in London). The airport is crazy. The line to check in was ridiculous - trains are definitely the way to go around here. I'm really looking forward to the next few days - we get to see Yesh and Pat soon, and watch Wimbledon this weekend. Yay!

Coffee and Wine for Manish?

As many of you probably know, I don't really really drink any type of coffee or alcoholic beverages. There's no particular reason other than I just don't like them (note: coffee ice cream 1) is not a drink, and 2) has so much sugar and fat added to it such that it no longer qualifies as coffee). So, you may be a bit surprised to hear that, in the span of two days, I tried some wine and had part of a cappuccino. The wine (eluded to in a previous post), was at lunch in Rome and on the house. Since I wasn't paying enough attention to politely refuse it, I felt guilty about letting it go to waste and tried some. It was actually carbonated and tasted (to me) like champagne, which I really don't like. I don't think I made it through even half the glass before my guilt faded and I stopped drinking. The coffee was at dinner along with a slice of cake. Although it was actually Minal's drink, I had a few sips to see what all the fuss was about Italian cappuccino. Not being a coffee connoisseur, I couldn't really tell the difference from the stuff back home.

Alas, a trip to Europe may have increased my willingness to try these drinks, I have yet to acquire a liking of them. Maybe it's for the best, anyway, since alcohol is expensive everywhere and we're moving out of the coffee capital of Seattle. But who knows, maybe we'll go to a pub in London and I'll have a beer. :)

-Manish