2012 was an incredible year for OH and I, but there were certain things that made the year unforgettable. Here is a list of 12 things that made 2012 for me, in chronological order:
1.
The best cup of tea I had was at the Hotel Adlon Kempinski in Berlin. It was January, and OH was mulling over some work crisis the weekend we were in Berlin, which in addition to the rain, put an additional dampener on our spirits. After plodding about in the rain, we finally emerged at the Brandenberg Gate and it being a Sunday, most places were shut. The only place open in the vincinity was the Hotel Adlon, so, in order to get out of the cold and wet weather that was coming at us horizontally by that point, we ducked in and headed to the atrium for a cup of tea. As one would expect of a nice hotel situated by a monument, the menu was extensive and geared towards the tourists that were desperate to escape the crowds or inclement weather; I picked an Assam blend, which normally isn't (no pun intended) my cup of tea. OH also ordered tea, and continued to mull over the impending work related doom. Just a few minutes after the tea had been served, a team of suited men with headpieces, discreetly filing past and occupying strategic locations within the atrium. Shortly after, one of the tables next to us vacated, and was quickly filled by another group of people, and Christine Lagarde who had just taken up the directorship of the IMF, sat amongst them. I nudged OH to spot the celebrity, he looked up, and after a few seconds his face began to relax with a hint of a smile about the corners of his lips. Soon after, we finished our tea and headed off, with OH turning to me and saying, "I'm not the only one having a bad week."
2.
The worst meal I had was in Prague in February. I had taken OH there for his birthday, and we spend the weekend soaking up the Bohemian spirit, and soaking up a fair few distilled spirits in the process. We visited the castle, some lovely Art Deco buildings, saw a pig slaughter in a square near the Kafka monument, and strolled along the river, illuminated by the historic Charles Bridge, juxtaposed with a procession of illuminated fibreglass penguins, silently facing out towards the Vltava. On the last day, we went to a beer hall to get some lunch before heading onto the airport. The beer was outstanding, but the food we ordered was dreadful. OH ordered dumplings which were stuffed with smoked ham and cabbage; I had a roast pork knuckle. Both turned up in the colour spectrum between Brown Slop and Dustbin, both were inedible. I don't think I have ever pushed food away, but, as they say, there's a first time for everything.
3.
The enigma of the year took place in March. OH was doing a presentation and had some meetings in NYC, and so I joined him for a long weekend and to hang out with one of my
dearest friends. The first evening having arrived, we went for champagne and oysters, and then went back to the hotel via a couple of speakeasy's and a Korean fried chicken place, Bonchon (those of you who are long term readers know that I have a penchant for fried chicken, if only because the concept has been banned in Switzerland along with KFC back in 1984). The next evening, we had dinner with a large group of friends and apparently, drank the bar dry of Knob Creek bourbon with our non stop orders of Manhattan's, which were extremely delicious. At some point during the evening, OH and I left, and here's where the enigma lies: it is unclear if I actually ended up sneaking out of the hotel after OH had gone to sleep, to have another go at some fried chicken. The memory was so vivid, but nothing actually is an indication whether I actually had any: in my drunk lucidity, I may have paid in cash, threw away all tell tale signs (receipts, napkins) and gargled with lots of mouthwash. When you drink the bar dry of bourbon, I expect that is the resulting blackout one would encounter.
4.
The most un-interesting museum we drove past was the so called Museum of Wallpaper, which is on the highway out of Basel on the way to Strasbourg. This sparked a discussion on the most 'interesting' museums, amongst which included the
Museum of Corkscrews. We were on our way to Champagne where were spent the Easter weekend with some friends. We drove through a number of French towns on the way, and some of them were memorable for all the wrong reasons. Troyes had interesting wooden buildings, all looking a bit weary and having subsided into the lopsided manner of the Gaelic shrug. Even the dogs seemed to have given up urinating on the street corners and instead decided to halfheartedly pee in the middle of the street before decided to carry on, leaving haphazard trails of canine urine along the pavements like the Warhol copper paintings. I was also subjected to the delights [sic] of the
andouillette, which, while sounding bad, was actually a lot worse.
5.
The never ending queue to get into the Vatican was something that I'd never forget. We queued for 2 days, but never quite got into the Holy See. I have seen crowds in my life, but never the ones like I saw to get into the Vatican museums, and St Peter's Basilica. OH had taken me to Rome for my birthday, and we stayed right next to the Pantheon, which is a beautiful building, however, the crowds again were terrifying, along with the tourist touts and pedlars selling light up figurines of Mary on keychains, colour-by-number postcards of the Sistine Chapel frescoes, and all kinds of other wonderfully kitsch delights. We went out for dinner one evening in a very lovely art deco hotel, which turned out to be a comedy of errors. Think Fawlty Towers, with only Manuel running the whole show.
6.
We picked too much fruit, to which I am allergic. June came and saw the arrival of my eldest sister and her boyfriend, en route back to Canada. They stayed for a fortnight, and before they went Inter-railing across France and other parts, we took a trip out and ended up fruit picking. Between the four of us, we ended up with just under 10 kilos of cherries, both of the black and sour variety. The previous year saw an increase in the limitation of the number of fruits I could eat, due to an increased hypersensitivity in hayfever allergies, and unfortunately stone fruit numbered amongst this, as well as bananas, apples, pears and similar varieties. The downside to this activity was that my sister and her boyfriend were leaving the next day for over a week, OH was away, and I was due to travel a day later. I ended up heading home straight after work the next day, and with the help from a bottle of wine and a fruit pitter, removed the stones out of hundreds of thousands of cherries. We still have frozen cherries, cherry shrub, cherry liquor, cherry vodka, cherry bourbon, cherry jam and other cherry related items remaining. This is not to be confused with the year we bought 60 kilos of apples to get the free 10 kilo bag. That, is another story.
7.
The most exhilarating hike we have ever done took place in Grindelwald. I was lured on the hike by a friend, with the promise of a 'Gourmet Evening' in a place called
Glecksteinhütte. OH and I made a number of rookie mistakes, despite having some very good advice in regards to equipment, which we did have. The first was setting off too late in the day, which ensured by the time we were edging our way across a rock face, the sun was high in the sky and beating down on us mercilessly. The second mistake was not properly anticipating the incline of the climb, which rose 1.5km over a 9km hike. The final mistake was not understanding the weather patterns, and while it was 32°c in the sun, once we'd crossed the rock face, the final climb faced a glacier, with winds of up to 80km whipping through the valley down towards us. As we sighed and sobbed pathetically, a loud clap, and the heavens opened on us. That spurred us on towards the hut in triple time, and as we arrived, the group we'd set out to meet cheered us, and presented us with much needed alcoholic sustenance. In the end, the dinner turned out to be quite fun, and we met a group of great people who until today, remain great friends. The next few days however, proved to be painful in getting around as our legs had completely seized up due to the over exertion.
8. Conversely from #2,
the best meal I had of the year was at Fäviken, in Jarpen, Sweden. OH and I had arranged a trip away to Scandinavia, and went up towards the border with Norway in what is normally a ski region, and went for a long hike before working up an appetite. We set off with much aplomb, and promptly got lost trying to find the beginning of the trail. Eventually, we found the map that marked the path, hidden behind some bushes, and started on our way. Soon, the path became quite challenging and waterlogged sections meant that we had to manouvre our way carefully. Imagine the scene from LOTR where Frodo is crossing the marshes with Gollum, and you have an idea of the conditions we were faced with. Eventually, we completed the circuit, and upon arriving back at the start of the route, realised that we had taken the cross country skiing route, which meant that we'd been struggling through the ditches that were usually full of snow that made it easy to navigate. Once we got back to the car, we headed over to the Fäviken farmhouse we were staying in, and the barn which we were going to be dining in. The experience was incredible: from the decor, to the weather, it was all so rustic and perfect. The food was a well thought out sequence, each with a story behind it, and the maître d' and his team looked after us wonderfully. The highlight was when a large marrow bone which had been roasting was brought table side, sawn in half and its contents scooped out and mixed into a tartare of beef heart and wild herbs. After the meal, we were invited to have a nightcap back in the ground floor of the barn, where the chef Magnus Nilsson came to chat to the diners. What I enjoyed most from the conversation was his sense of adventure, and openness in trying different techniques, and that sometimes he would come up with an idea and a technique on the day and the diners would be the first to try that particular method, or even composition. The duck egg liquor I was sipping reminded me of Christmas, and the breakfast we were served the next morning was another experience in itself. Back in Stockholm, we encountered Pride Week, and listened to ABBA songs in Swedish, which was a very odd experience.
9.
Jumping from 15 feet into a river and floating back home certainly ranks amongst one of the more daredevil things I've done in recent years. With my waterproof floating bag all packed up, and a pair of flip-flops attached to the strap, I took the leap from a railed platform, spurred on by the lifeguard in charge of the open air swimming baths after an exchange of pleasantries (and her figuring out we were foreign; I swear it must be something to do with population control). As I hit the water, my heart almost leapt out of my throat, and as I recovered from the shock of the cold water, I began to notice I was flowing down the river very fast in the path towards a bridge support. Once that had been dodged, I managed to get to a bathing area to blow up the floatation mat I had, which turned out to have already sustained a few punctures, straight from the box. Then, there was the fork in the river where I learnt that fast flowing water runs shallow, and sustained a few scratches all over. Finally, the river entered some deeper territory, and I was able to relax a bit more, getting out at the appropriate moment before the waters flushed into a weir over a hydroelectric dam.
10.
Sunshine in Scotland, in October. After almost 8 years together, OH and I took the leap and got married. Well, as close to marriage as the laws would allow anyway. The event took place in Scotland on an estate, with a 15th century tower annexe, and a four poster bed which Mary, Queen of Scots was purported to have slept in, and there is a wax cast of her death mask by the Great Hall. There was also a wonderful ebony four poster with mother-of-pearl inlay which the Queen Mother used to sleep in, but that bed has since been put on display only, after an errant couple split red wine on the sheets at one event. In the run up to the day itself, the weather was decidedly Scottish, with gray skies, horizontal rain/drizzle, and everything that we'd brought along with us had a decidedly damp feel about them. Come the day itself, all our guests turned up from all four corners of the globe, for which we remain entirely grateful. The sun made an appearance, the grounds were dry, and the
céilidh was decidedly chaotic and haphazard. Much fun was had by all, and as we sipped the house whisky by the fire alongside our friends, we basked in the warmth and satisfaction that much fun was had by all.
11.
Two of the most breathtaking natural water features are the Iguassu Falls, that border Brazil, Argentina and Paraguay, and Perito Moreno in Patagonia. I'd been to the former over 12 years ago with some clients, and revisiting it again was truly spectacular. We stayed over on the Brazilian side, with stunning views of the falls from the window, if you tilted your head at an odd angle, and stood on tiptoe, facing the direction of the setting sun. The wildlife was also quite incredible, with multi-coloured birds squawking incessantly, and raccoon related types trying to steal eggs from the nests of the weaver birds. When we got to Patagonia, the Perito Moreno glacier was truly breathtaking, with the noise of the shifting glacier and the deep blue veins of the ice rendering us totally speechless, as everyone else around us. What we were most taken aback by, however, was the sheer size of the Andes. Living with a view of the Alps is nothing compared to a view of the Andes from the hotel terrace: it just seemed to go on and on, looming up ahead. We also had a truly unforgettable steak, by virtue of its sheer size that turned up on the table. The rib was a long as my arm, and it was straight out of a Flintstones cartoon. We knew we'd been suckered when the tables around us started to snigger, so we put on a brave face, and ate as much of the slab of cow in front of us as we could. We did not touch steak for almost another 2 months after that.
12.
The month I consumed a million calories was definitely in December. Half of that was from alcohol. The other half? Well, lets put it down to Christmas on both counts, including a snack time burger an hour and a half before attacking a huge (undercooked) steak. Foie gras, game pie, mutton ham and caviar also featured somewhere in between. Now, I am trying to stick to a detox and diet plan, to rid some of the toxins and padding that seems to have found its way around my midriff.
So, those were some of the highlights of 2012. 2013 is going to see some major changes, and that includes blogging more frequently with observations of life in a new country, as we prepare our transition over to sunnier climes in a few months.
In the meantime, Happy New Year to all, and may your year ahead be as good as you have been.
