In Transit

Spending at least a week in 20 different countries could be rather expensive and the point isn't to be fancy, so I decided to keep costs down by flying in SAS Plus rather than business class, saving a few thousand dollars in the process.  I figure I can sleep anywhere, so flying in what appeared, at least online, to be the equivalent of business class seats on American Airlines circa 2005 should be no big deal.  Of course, I was also younger with a more forgiving body in 2005.

I should note that around that same 2005 timeframe, I flew back and forth between Chicago and Stockholm on SAS and really liked the airline.  For example, at least in business class:

• The bathrooms had windows in them.  Because, honestly, who's going to be seeing what you're doing in there at 35,000 feet unless you've invaded hostile airspace and get a fighter jet escort, but that's not very likely over, say, Greenland. And it's quite surreal to have that kind of a view from the not-exactly-porcelain throne.  The bathrooms also had a fresh flower in a secured bud vase.  Because, Scandinavia....
• There was a guide in the seatback pocket on both the features of your seat and the aircraft.  One such feature that aroused my curiosity was the "stretch bar" that was located somewhere near the galley.  So I went to seek it out.  One of the flight attendants asked if she could help me, I explained what I was looking for, and she happily not only showed me where it was but demonstrated how to use it, noting how nice it felt to just hang from it and stretch out your spine.
• The amenity kit included a guide on the science behind jetlag and how to prepare for and counter jetlag when flying east and when flying west.  Very helpful.

Don't even think about using the business class bathrooms

  

Well, suffice it to say, SAS Plus is not business class, but it was still quite nice.  Here's a comparison from the cheaper seats:

• No windows or flowers in the bathrooms, though they are larger than a typical US airline bathroom, I think.  The interesting thing is that there was a special sign hanging from the divider curtain between business class and SAS Plus saying the SAS Plus were aft so, basically, don't open that curtain.  And even the bathroom occupancy indicator indicated the direction of the bathrooms for all of us in steerage and steerage plus.
• The amenity kit was more modest -- no scientific information or guide to aircraft features, but nice to still get a set of earbuds, ear plugs, eye mask and toothbrush/toothpaste in a bag that's designed to be used as a shoe bag after the flight.
• Meal service was efficient, but I was intrigued by the beverage service.  They came through with a cart and noted that the next service would be dinner and would I like to have an extra wine (unlike in business where they would pour the wine, in SAS Plus, they gave out plastic bottles).  What?  No. Just one wine and some water, please.  Well, it became clear later that there was no beverage service with dinner.  Which was fine, but for the boozers out there, take note!

Overall, an uneventful flight, followed by a five hour layover in Copenhagen Airport.  All I have to say about the latter is that my favorite feature is that they have hardwood floors.  Yes, real wood.  It feels like a higher end office building rather than an institutional setting. Creates a very warm feeling.

Look at this gorgeous flooring!

On to Vilnius!

In pursuit of a new goal

"Travel makes one modest.  You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world." -- Gustav Flaubert

As you may have gathered from this blog over the years, I love to travel, explore new places, learn about history and culture different than mine, and see beautiful spaces.  So I've set a new goal -- to travel to 20 different countries/places by the time I am 60 (about 13 years from now), spending at least a week (this is a lot for an American) in each place, and with a goal of as much immersion as possible in that period of time.  This averages to about one trip every nine months or so, which provides time to read about the history and sights (beyond the few pages you may get in a typical travel guide) and, to the extent possible, learn a bit of the language since that always enriches your experience.

My first trip starts in a few hours with Lithuania as the destination.  It was somewhat randomly chosen as I have been there on a quick overnight trip for business years ago, I know some amazing people who are Lithuanian, it's European so in my comfort zone, and didn't require too much time or too many flights to get there.

If all goes well with my technology set-up, I hope to add some posts while I am there.  If not, it'll happen when I return.  I'll also be posting a few pictures on Facebook and Instagram, but they won't capture that interesting stories and background that I hope I will encounter.

So stay tuned!

This one's for the birds

Did you ever have one of those interviews when you’re asked odd questions that one assumes are designed to catch you off-balance and see how you think on your feet? Like, “Here’s a pen.  You have 30 seconds to tell me all the things you can do with it.”  Or, “When was the last time you lied?”  Or, “If you were a bird, what kind of bird would you be?”  I got the last one when I was interviewing for my first job out of undergrad and I believe my answer was “hawk.”  Not as a reference to being a hawk or a dove from a foreign policy perspective (which is a fascinating discussion I enjoy now, but wouldn’t have considered then), but because they seem confident, results-oriented, vigilant and opportunistic, which I assumed might be something a potential employer might want.  And perhaps it was a good answer as I got a job offer, though I went to graduate school instead.


But the question has surfaced in my mind again lately. This is partially because over the past few years I have become fascinated by birds, generally, and have tried to lure as many desirable types of birds (crows, jays, grackles and pigeons need not apply) to various feeders.  This has proven to be fascinating and rewarding as well as endlessly frustrating as I have also battled to keep squirrels, raccoons and, more recently, a bear from raiding or destroying feeders.


After watching all these amazing creatures, though, I think if I were asked the bird question again, I’d choose sparrow because the qualities they exhibit are ones that I would value in friends and colleagues and would hope that they would find in me. So, a few words on those qualities.


Stable. Goldfinches are gorgeous little birds with a beautiful song.  I used to think that they migrated south for the winter as I didn’t really see them around, but it turns out I just wasn’t looking closely enough.  They stay, but they change colors to a more drab olive color for the winter, presumably to draw less attention of predators to them in the stark winter landscape.  Sparrows?  Same look every day of the year.   I’d prefer to know that a friend will always show her true colors, regardless of how uncomfortable that might be.


Adaptable. When was the last time you saw a hawk or a bluebird hanging out in the city?  Doesn’t happen very often.  But sparrows are pretty much ubiquitous wherever you go.  They adapt.  They seem just as happy eating crumbs dropped on a city street as feasting in a freshly harvested field.  Good friends go and grow with you, no matter where life takes you.


Cheery. The song of a sparrow isn’t particularly distinct or pretty, but it’s cheery.  It’s not like the scolding, harsh tone of a blue jay.  It’s hard not to smile when you see sparrows – they’re happy birds.  Who wouldn’t want to be surrounded by friends or colleagues who are perpetually happy, rather than by those who complain or criticize?


Humble. There is nothing fancy about a sparrow.  For the most part, they are drab gray and brown.  They don’t seem to care yet manage to find mates by being who they are, versus flashing some brilliant colors and a cool head crest like a beautiful male cardinal.  I like to surround myself with people who are authentic and comfortable in their own skins.


Non-destructive. Woodpeckers are some of the coolest birds out there.  They’re just different and not afraid to create a little noise while looking fabulous doing so.  And they’re rather creative – I watched a Gila woodpecker last week contort itself to land on a hummingbird feeder and twist its neck around to be able to take a sip.  But they do leave a bit of destruction in their wake (see also the pock-marked wooden trim on our house).  Sparrows are pretty low-impact, leaving behind just a bit of feathers from time to time.  It’s always refreshing to be around people with positive energy rather than those who leave you exhausted.


Hardy. Hummingbirds are fascinating and industrious, but when the first hint of autumn is in the air, they head south.  Sparrows stay in place when the going is tough, just like a good friend is always by your side.


So, if you were a bird, what kind of bird would you be?

Handling a truly prickly 150-year-old

Me (bad pic) and mom with
saguaro and organ pipe cacti

The Desert Botanical Gardens in Arizona, is truly one of my happy places (www.dbg.org).  When we bought a home near Phoenix last year, one of my first actions was to become a member so that I could go as often as I wanted.  So Mom and I headed there last week when she was visiting.

We stumbled upon the relocation of a huge saguaro cactus into the area that will be the Gardens' new butterfly pavilion that opens up in March (yes, you can bet there will be another posting about that since I also love butterflies). 

About saguaros

Before we delve into the relocation process, a bit of background on the saguaro (carnegiea gigantic, in case you wish to refer to it by its scientific name) may be helpful. 

When you think of Arizona and the desert there, this is the cactus you likely picture -- the tall thick ones that often (but not always) have arms growing out and up.  While statistics vary on how tall, heavy and old they can be, I think it's conservative to say they can grow 40-60 feet tall,  measure 18-24 inches in diameter, weigh into the multiple ton range and grow 100-200 years old.  Surprisingly, though, they are a bit slow out of the gate in terms of growth.  There is a Rule of Thumb for the saguaros -- that a 10 year old saguaro is only about as tall as a human thumb.  A docent showed us a 12 year old saguaro that was probably only about two inches tall.  Crazy.

The saguaros only grow in the Sonoran Desert, which is primarily in southern Arizona but stretches just over the border of southern California and northern Mexico.  The combination of its two rainy seasons, generally warm temperatures and soil are key to their survival. 

With limited rainfall, it's important for the saguaro to be able to absorb as much water as possible.  It has a permanent taproot that goes directly down and is only a few feet long to, well, tap into deeper water.  It then has a network of two types of radial roots that are just a few inches under the ground that span out as wide as the cactus is tall.  There are also thread-like roots that develop when it rains to quickly soak up water and then die afterwards so the cactus doesn't have to spend precious resources maintaining them when they're not needed.

The cactus can collect up to 200 gallons of water during rainfall.  The idea that there is water sloshing around within the cactus is a myth.  The structure of the cactus is a series of ribs that are joined by various fleshy materials that store the water in their cells.  When it rains, the ribs and the cell structures of the flesh can expand to accommodate more water, adding as much as 20-25% to girth of the cactus -- kind of like an accordion file.

Like any good cactus, it has sharp spines.  There is more to the large spines than protecting the cactus from being eaten/destroyed by large animals.  They have other functions as well, including directing rainwater to depressions in the cactus, cooling the skin of the cactus, insulating the cactus and re-directing wind.

If you see most saguaros, they have holes in them.  These are generally homes for birds and small animals.  The gila woodpecker usually starts the holes, carving out a space within the fleshy parts.  The cactus responds by forming a sort of scar tissue that protects the cactus from water loss and also creates a hard shell to define the woodpecker's nest.  Other animals like mice move into abandoned woodpecker nests.

The cactus flowers from roughly April through June, opening up at night and closing during the midday heat. (In case you're curious, the saguaro's flower is the state flower of Arizona.)  Fruit develops later if the flowers were pollinated.  It's estimated that each fruit contains about 2,000 seeds.  For a variety of reasons, though, few survive to become a seedling and fewer still to adulthood.

One other structural note.  If you ever see a saguaro with its arms hanging down, this is a result of frost.  If there is a severe frost and the cactus starts to freeze, the "joints" of the arms are impacted first and cannot sustain their structure and thus droop.  While they may survive and the ends of the arms may start growing upward, the initial droop remains.  Obviously, if the frost is severe enough, the entire cactus may die.

Moving saguaros

Due to challenges in reproduction and the growing black market for saguaros, legal protections have been put in place at the federal level as well as in Arizona that govern the harvesting, collecting or destruction of them.  For example, a developer in Scottsdale can't just bulldoze saguaros, but generally has to replant or give them away.  Companies can obtain tax deductions for donating them to organizations like the Desert Botanical Gardens, for example.

Moving them is not easy, though.  First of all, how do you approach something that has large spikes all around it?  How do you transport something that weighs tons?  How do you ensure that it will survive when you're only taking a fraction of its root structure that has taken, oh, say, 100 years to build?

Not surprisingly, a cottage industry has emerged to address the need.  While I didn't get to see the preparation, it seems that they dug out a root ball that is large enough to capture the taproot.  They wrap carpets around certain spiny parts where they need to access or secure the cactus, including creating wooden structures to support the arms during transit and to create space among the arms during transport so they're not crushed.  The cactus is then attached with industrial-size ratcheting tie-downs to a specially-designed boom truck.

At the relocation site, the process is reversed as you can see in the photos below.  What's important to note is that the cactus must be situated in the precise direction relative to the sun as it was in its original location.  It also needs to be supported by braces for a while until it begins to rebuild its root structure.  Because it doesn't have a root structure sufficient to support such a large plant, professional attention is required to determined the best way to keep the cactus hydrated and to develop the root system.

I've named this replanted saguaro Sonny and can't wait to visit her the next time I'm back at the DBG.

Sonny on the truck, being moved into position and raised, protective structures removed and, finally, in place

An ugly blog

Is it narcissistic to love your own blog?  I don't necessarily mean love reading it, but that you love creating it.  Because I kinda love the Preuscher blog.  And every time I think of it these days, I get a smile on my face because it brings so many good memories of my time in Europe when I was contributing to it on a periodic, if not exactly regular, basis.  There were so many different experiences that I had there that I felt compelled to share them. 


But after that smile, I get a bit of a sad feeling because I haven't blogged for so long and, well, feel like I don't have anything of interest to offer.  That my life is dull, particularly as I am in a new role at work that involves basically zero travel, let alone travel to interesting international destinations.


But when I think back, it's not necessarily the travel element that is interesting (or at least appeared to be of interest based on feedback from readers who followed me then), but that the experiences involved a lot of learning.  And whether I am traveling or not, learning is one of my favorite things in the entire world.


So I'm going to try to pick up the blog again, but with a focus on the random bits of learning I will be pursuing.  And I think just knowing that I now have a blog focused on that will help me recognize when I am having a learning moment (which isn't quite as lofty a pursuit as finding "teachable moments").


I think one of the next blogs will be about hummingbirds, as I'm watching them right now outside my window in Arizona.  But first I have to experience a learning moment with the digital camera because my iPhone does a really poor job of capturing these little birds.  And I don't think anyone wants to read a blog without a picture.  You know -- an ugly blog like this one.  ;-)

To vacate or not to vacate

“ In matters of healing the body or the mind, vacation is a true Genius!” – Mehmet Murat Ildan

It’s a few days before the long Memorial Day weekend and I have a confession -- I am already anxiety-ridden about the very idea of taking vacation. Unfortunately, I’m not alone in this respect, as you’ve likely heard some of the rather sad and horrifying statistics about vacation in the US.

• About 25% of working Americans receive no paid time off.  That's just horrible to contemplate on its own, and unbelievable to some Europeans who receive over 30 days a year.
• But 75% of us who are fortunate to have paid vacation don't take all the vacation that we are allowed.  (Wouldn't it be nice if we could share the unused days with those who have none?) 
• It gets worse.  One in 10 people who do take a vacation say that they can't relax because of the need to check e-mails, be on conference calls and the like.

In an era where employment was shaky at best during the economic crisis and many were asked to do even more, our inboxes and calendars have become jam packed. The idea of checking out for a vacation inevitably creates fears of not being seen as responsive, wondering if you’ll still be needed if everything goes well while you’re away, or just the sheer volume of digging out required upon return. I’ve been guilty of thinking all of these things at various points in my career. But my experience living in Europe helped me understand that real vacation is doable with some careful thought and planning.


When I lived in Germany, it wasn’t unusual for employees to take two or even three weeks of vacation, and not just for a honeymoon. And they didn’t generally just spend two weeks sitting at the beach. No, they were exploring, diving, hiking, mountain biking, deep sea fishing, surfing, sailing, trekking, enrolling in ashrams, taking photo safaris and a bunch of other amazing things in corners of the world I had hardly heard about, let alone visited. And they did it every single year, sometimes multiple times per year. Contrast this with my vacations that either took me back to the US or to favorite places like Spitzingsee in southern Germany.


My colleagues always came back refreshed and full of life. I came back mostly the same as I left, albeit sometimes with a sunburn or aching muscles. I didn’t have the mental refreshment that they did. I finally realized that I was changing venues, but not changing my mind. I wasn’t opening myself up to new experiences, activities, places and cultures and thus challenging my perceptions and letting my mind wander into new territory.


The other significant difference is that they were very up front about their vacation with the rest of the team, letting both colleagues and clients know in advance that they would be out, ensuring that the team members backing them up knew the status of current projects, wrapping up loose ends and debriefing immediately upon return.


I haven’t mastered the art of a work-free vacation, but am working on it. I offer a few tips that might help put you on the road as well:

• Plan a vacation. Put it on the calendar. If you don’t and think you’ll just take vacation “when things slow down,” you’ll never take the vacation. This also helps set expectations for your friends, family and colleagues. It also creates something to look forward to and may help get you excited about planning something special.
• Explore someplace new. It’s fine to have a vacation home or time share that you return to, but at least once a year, try to go someplace entirely new where your mind can be challenged by something new that may provide new perspectives. And truly explore. Flying into a new airport and hanging out at a self-contained resort doesn’t really count.
• Plan ahead.  At least two weeks before the vacation, start managing what’s on your plate, identify tasks that may extend into your vacation period, and get colleagues up-to-speed. And start mentioning the vacation to those who need to know that a colleague will be filling in.
• Manage work intrusions.  If you must check e-mail or attend calls, be up-front with both your colleagues and your friends/family and limit the calls to the time(s) of the day that will least interfere with the vacation (and stick to that time). And make sure that you identify a quiet place in advance where you can do that work so that you don’t wake up everyone with, say, your 5 AM call.
• Debrief.  Immediately upon return, debrief with your colleagues who covered for you. Might not hurt to bring back a small thank you gift for them.
• Repeat.  Before the vacation ends, plan your next vacation so you always have something to look forward to and can plan around.

 (The photo is one taken on one of my many hikes around Spitzingsee -- yes, the trail went through a cow pasture.)

The eyes have it

This weekend, I went in for a long-overdue haircut. I was handed off to a woman who was to wash my hair, as is the practice at this salon.  While I was sitting back in the chair with my eyes closed, it occurred to me that I had already forgotten the woman's name and had no vivid recollection of what she looked like.  I’m embarrassed to say I hadn’t bothered to really acknowledge her, let alone attempt to connect with her in some way.


I continued to think about this over the rest of the weekend, I imagined what it must feel like on the other end.  Would I feel invisible?  Ignored?  Dismissed?  Avoided?  All of the above?  Something worse?


The thing that struck me most was that I could be causing these types of feelings totally inadvertently. Literally not thinking about it because I was so caught up in my own world -- and things as simple as a haircut.  Which makes it that much worse.


And then I thought about what I would want to have happen in an encounter.  I’d want to be seen, to register.  A smile might be nice.


So I’m trying something new this week and which I certainly hope will not just be a one-week experiment. I am making a point of really seeing everyone with whom I come into reasonably close contact (within reason – not going to try this on the subway).  People I see at work, shopping, at the gym, in my neighborhood. Specifically, I’m looking at them to the point that I can see the color of their eyes.  And if there’s eye contact, I smile.  Because isn’t that what we humans do when we see someone we like?


I’m only a little over a day into this, but I can’t tell you how much happy, positive energy I have gotten out of these encounters.  What surprised me more is how many people have not only met my smile, but raised me a “Hello.”  And this morning was particularly fun because I saw some of the people I "met" yesterday and the smile came so much more easily for both of us.  Because we connected.  I am personally appalled by how much I have been missing.


I hope I am the only one who is like this, operating in a personal bubble.  But for those who might have their own bubbles, I invite you to try the color of their eyes challenge.  See if it adds to your appreciation of those around you and what they have to offer.  And adds a few more smiles to your day.