Always Time for Thanks Giving

20 11 2012

Every time I visit a new country, there is ONE phrase that I always ask to pronounce in the local language. THANK YOU. I find that saying ‘thank you’ to someone in their own language, someone who is helping you, serving you or greeting you  is the least amount of respect I can show.

The reactions I get from this are genuine and appreciative, and it usually creates a much more positive connection than without. In fact, it’s funny to see the surprise, then quickly followed by a smile, on taxi drivers’ faces when I ask. Getting a smile from any taxi driver is a challenge but getting that reception in a foreign land is comforting to me.

Since the end of October to today, I have travelled 18 out of 24 days. I’ve had the opportunity to say ‘thank you’ in:

  • Copenhagen, Denmark = tak
  • Paris, France = merci
  • Brussels & Bruges, Belgium = merci
  • Frankfurt, Germany = danke
  • Geneva, Switzerland = merci
  • And once I even threw in ‘gracias’…although I have no idea why.

I’m sharing this because I am so thankful for the opportunity to travel the world, experience new cultures and connect with new people. I am thankful for a job that affords me this opportunity. I am home now for a couple of weeks and very happy to be sleeping in my own bed. Most of all, I am SO thankful for my family, my son, my love and my friends who are with me when I travel (I give a very genuine thanks to social media for that!) and welcome me with open arms when I return home.

tak | merci | danke | gracias | teşekkür ederim | благодаря | 谢谢| ありがとう | obrigado | ขอขอบคุณคุณ |





Humbled in Haiti

2 09 2012

It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon when a nation crumbled. The streets were crowded with merchants selling their goods to those heading home for the night. At one University, the first session of classes had just released for the day while the second group of students were already on campus. Of those 2,700 students, only 700 survived the 7.0 ricter scale earthquake that shattered the city of Port-au-Prince, Haiti.

More than 300,000 Haitians were trampled to death by the ruins of the city; many more were trapped in the rubble for days and even weeks. The world watched in horror as the dust settled and the total devastation was realized.

The earthquake on January 12, 2010 brought even more chaos to Haiti – already the poorest nation in the western hemisphere; burdened with years of government corruption, immense poverty and overwhelming struggles. It was estimated that nearly 1 million Haitians were left homeless. The world took notice, and many jumped to help those affected recover from the devastation.

In late May of this year, I was so lucky to visit Port-au-Prince on behalf of my company (Solae/DuPont) to see the efforts of our donations along with other organizations like World Soy Foundation (WSF), University of Illinois’ National Soybean Research Laboratory (NSRL) and the Illinois Soybean Association. Together we gathered resources, collected corporate donations and partnered with Food for the Poor to bring soy to many children suffering from the devastation of the earthquake.

Yes, I’m helping to make the tasty soymilk!

Specifically, the joint effort brought soy to a home for disabled children called “Home for the Little Children of Jesus” where 90 mentally and physically challenged children are cared for on a full-time basis, many who are now orphans. Staff members at the home were eager to demonstrate what they have learned, and to offer tastings of their soymilk. I’ll be honest, I was very pleasantly surprised by how great the soymilk tasted!

I truly enjoyed my time in Haiti and would definitely return. Haiti is a nation of beautiful people, who endure and persevere in an environment often overrun with chaos and filth. These photos are just a small sample of what the streets look like.

My very favorite memory of Haiti was my visit to an all girls school. We were honored guests for a lunch celebration. I was so impressed by the behavior of the girls and how they took care of each other. After lunch, a local DJ started playing tunes and the girls went wild. It was so fun to see their beautiful faces full of smiles and laughter while they moved to the music. Seeing their joy in that moment absolutely solidified my love for music and showed how powerful music can be and how essential it is for the human spirit.

Yes, I had to get out there and shake my bon bon!

One thing I will NOT miss about Haiti is the traffic. We want out one day for 3 meetings. I figured we were in our meetings for a total of 3 hours…yet we were gone for 9 hours. That means we spent 6 hours in the car. YIKES, thank God I don’t get car sick!

I hope for a day when Haiti can recover not only from the earthquake, but also from years of corruption and chaos. I hope for a day when tourism is simple, safe, and inviting. The people of Haiti deserve it!





“To Travel is to Live” by Hans Christian Andersen

13 08 2012

Appropriate quote for my first visit to Copenhagen, Denmark. What a goregous city! I only visited for two and half days, and spent most of my time in meetings…however, it doesn’t take much time to see what a special place this is.

My company, now DuPont Nutrition & Health, is newly headquartered here and this was the first of many visits I will make to Copenhagen. I was not disappointed by the cleanliness of the city or the plethora of bicyclists on the road, but I was surprised by the incredible friendliness of every person I met. Not that I had a pre-conceived notion that Danes are not nice… I just didn’t except such warmth from a place that is so far north and known for wicked, cold winters. Funny, that I connected climate with personalities.

While I only walked around one evening (when I snapped up these pics) and soaked in the views from a couple of cab rides, I am most definitely looking forward to returning and fully exploring the city!





Went on vacation and this is what happened…

10 08 2012

Three cars, 16 people (7 of them teenagers), 19 hour drive from St. Louis, Missouri to Owego, New York. Sound like fun? Sound like your ideal, relaxing vacation? It is if you belong to my family! This year, we trekked back home to New York to visit more than 70 members of our family…and what a treat it was!

I don’t know if there’s a more beautiful drive than heading east on Interstate 86 across the Southern Tier of New York. The rolling green hills, subtle valleys and winding road are truly breathtaking. I’ll never get tired of making that drive.

Once we arrived in Owego, recently named the “Coolest Small Town in America,” we explored their downtown shopping area. This is one of my most favorite places. Lots of adorable boutiques with great handmade products such as jewelry and home decorations. One morning, my mother and I enjoyed a spectacular, giant cup of coffee at The Goat Boy Coffee House.

My mom and dad’s families live in the area, so luckily our visits cover both sides. We spent a lovely afternoon at my aunt and uncle’s house where the kids were overjoyed to drive around like maniacs on their “gator.” It’s one of my sons favorite memories and activities of visiting with family, ever since he was a little guy.

We also had perfect timing to be able to stop in to see one of my uncle’s auctions. Visscher Auction & Realty has been running estate auctions across New York and Pennsylvania for more then 35 years. It’s remarkable to hear him speeding through the bidding. Impressive!

The main event of this trip was the annual “Webster Family Reunion” where activities consisted mostly of eating, drinking and laughing…and laughing! It was so great to see all of my cousins kids running around playing kickball or hide and seek…to see new friendships formed and old memories reminisced. A very special thank you goes to my Aunt Cyndi and Uncle Jim who graciously host every year.

The whole St. Louis crew as well as my Aunt Ginny, my cousin Abe, his wife Carla and their daughter Tess. Phew…what a gang!

Last but very not the least, we met with my aunt and cousins for lunch as we headed back toward St. Louis. It was so amazing to see so many family members in just a short period of time, and as always…we did not have nearly enough time!

So, even after another exhausting, 19 hour trip back home, I have to say I can’t wait til next time.

“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.”
Jane Howard





It only takes ONE time, and it’ll never happen again!

27 02 2012
PHOTO ALERT:
Tried several, several times to get photos posted here but was having some technical difficulties. So tried out a little something called Picasa for Google. Not sure what I think just yet but here goes. If you’d like to see some fun pics taken while I was in Phuket…check them out here. Also, I welcome any thoughts, recommendations or tips on how to best use Picasa.
 
Since in Phuket, I have traveled to Istanbul and Ankara, Turkey and Wilmington, Delaware. I was in each city for about 24 hours so not a whole to share. Right now, I am sitting in Cabo San Lucas with my sister Amber. We start another sales meeting tomorrow. We’ve been here only 3 hours and already I have so many amazing photos. Those to be posted sometime this week.
 
LESSON LEARNED:
I want to share what is probably the most valuable travel lesson I recently learned the VERY hard way. While in Phuket, potentially as a result of the combination of my sunburn and a spa treatment, I started to break out in hives that eventually became a full body rash. It started toward the end of my stay there, but unfortunately I still had four days of travel to Turkey. I had no Benadryl or antihistamines until two days into the break out. No good.
 
I have truly never felt so much discomfort…ever…that I can recall. Head-to-toe itching! Everyday it spread and for four days (two of which were spent on airplanes), I was miserable. I was so lucky to have dear colleagues in Turkey who felt sorry for me so they went to the local pharmacy and got me some drugs. By the time I landed in St. Louis, I asked my boyfriend to take me straight to Urgent Care. And they were closed, of course. I got into the doctor the next day and started heavy duty steriods. Things are all cleared up now.
 
So, here’s what I learned…never, ever ever travel without Benadryl and other assorted medicines because getting caught in a foreign country with a simple ailment can be absolute torture. It’s worth taking up the space in the suitcase…to have just a little bit of reassurance that the “Phuket Rash Incident” will never happen again.




Cob Coon Cah!

12 02 2012

That is the phonetic spelling of “Thank you” in Thai, my farewell to Phuket and the wonderful Thai people. I can say that while I had a severe sunburn, had an allergic reaction to something I ate, and had a bad fall getting out of the pool…this was a wonderful week! Really, I mean it!

Where else could I have work meetings poolside or have 2 one hour massage treatments and 2 one hour private yoga sessions all for less than $200. That’s right, amazing! This girl has nothing to complain about.

The following are a series of photos I took at sunset. Since I’m not much of a morning person, I’ve always had a great fondess for beautiful sunsets. It really doesn’t get much better than this.

I have more photos to share but the site is being goofy. Will post later. I’m currently sitting in the Hong Kong International Airport with just 3 more hours til my next flight. I’ve still a long way to go! London then Istanbul then Ankara for 24 hours and then back home. I’m really looking forward to that part.





My little spot for morning yoga

9 02 2012

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