Showing posts with label Ruth's work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ruth's work. Show all posts

Friday, August 26, 2011

Good-bye Eawag.

August 19, 2011

My last day was today and I am sad to leave. I gave a final presentation of my work conducted at Eawag and am happy to say that it is a solid bit of work – this year was a smashing success professionally. We followed the presentation with an Apéro later in the day and then some time at the local lake for a Bar-BQ.

One thing we talked about in earlier posts is how neat it is that here the custom is for you to bring your own cake for your birthday, and by the same token, you have your own party when you are leaving. Most of the parties at work are in the form of an Apéro – which was great for us because we were able to use lots of food from our Swiss pantry. At the Apéro , I was surprised to have some gifts from the people in my department (UTox). A lovely book of Switzerland from the two group leaders I was working closest with (because they knew how much I loved their country), a recycled water bottle and glass from the department chair (because what is better than that when you work at an Institute of Aquatic Studies?), and a scrap book from everyone.

The scrap book is awesome. Basically, anyone who wanted had a page with a picture they added. For example, Flavio added his famous tiramisú recipe (although it is in Italian and I won't get the translation until next year when he comes to visit!), Adi added pictures of the ICP-MS for me (so I could remember the instrument that he worked so long with me on), and David had a note written in English that he held up in his picture (he spoke Swiss German, and by the end we had worked out our own wonderful way to communicate with each other, it often involved me drawing pictures and one of us running off to a computer to look up a word). There were lots of pictures of activities from the lab and from outside adventures with my closest friends there.

Maybe best of all is the name on the front. It says Les Ambassadeurs. If you’ve been following the blog, you know we called our dog, Fiona, the Ambassador. Honestly, with all the emotion of leaving and stress of moving out, and a touch of sadness still for loosing Fiona, this caused me to cry. I have to say though, that I am honored to be considered Ambassadors ourselves. As our friend explained, not only was Fiona an Ambassador, but so were we – simply put, we gave our European friends a different sense of what an American is. I really really am honored. Thank you.

The lake was nice – it was a place I went in the early spring with some of the PhD students and post-docs to just hang out on a sunny Saturday. It was great to do that one last time with them and with some other friends - this ended up being our last good-bye with many of them.

As Darrell said when I was looking through my scrapbook the next day… it is like I just came back from camp. I made so many wonderful friends, learned so much, and just had fun. Add to that my huge accomplishments with research, new skills I am bringing back to my U.S. university, and European colleagues I hope to work with in the future... I couldn’t have asked for more and will cherish this time and these memories forever.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Thin mints are so strange


One of my office mates at work is from the US (there are three Americans in my department).  She just returned from a recent trip back home with two boxes of Girl Scout cookies (!) that we shared with our friends at work.  The general consensus was that the Samosas were soft (a surprise to many people, but they liked them) and the Thin Mints were weird.  As one person put it, chocolate and mint shouldn't go together - mint is for toothpaste (as an aside, they have anise flavored toothpaste here, which I think most Americans would agree is not for toothpaste).  In this picture, our friend Muris from Germany, is trying the Thin Mint - I think his face is a nice representation of all others I saw... 

RMS

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

My favorite cat


I've had a few people ask me to tell more about work, so I'll include a few DailyPics related to that part of my life here.  My train ride to Dübendorf, where Eawag is, takes 18 minutes. On either side of that is a walk (or run) to the train station.  Going to work from the train station is a 20 minute walk along a nice little path surrounded by woods, houses, and small agricultural fields.  

This is my favorite cat.  I see her about once a week on this route, she always comes up to get loved on and has followed me like a dog sometimes.  I think it is fortunate for all that it costs so much to fly animals internationally or we might have a new pet...

RMS

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Congratulations

Yesterday (Dec 14) was my birthday. I had already picked up what one of the traditions here was. On your birthday, you bring the cake. We don't have anything to bake a cake in (and there is no Betty Crocker or Pillsbury on the grocery store shelves), so I made some oatmeal cookies with hard-found cranberries.

There were a few minor challenges with baking here - the first is they don't have brown sugar like we know it. They have granulated sugar that is brown, but not brown sugar. The second is they use vanilla sugar instead of vanilla extract. I did what I could with the ingredients and the internet...the good news is that the cookies turned out OK...

At work, there is a coffee break at 3 everyday. On days where there is a birthday, we get an e-mail that asks you to come enjoy cake at the break, so I sent out the e-mail. Within a half hour of sending the e-mail, someone confirmed that today was my birthday and then shook my hand and said "Congratulations". I thought it was odd, but... when we gathered to go in for coffee, another person came up, confirmed it was indeed my birthday today, shook my hand and said "Congratulations", several others said congratulations also (with or without the handshake).

I think the cookies were well received. They wanted to know what was in them (the oats and cranberries were unusual)... Someone bought me a coffee and wouldn't let me make it myself - you won't lift a hand, he said, it is your birthday.

That night, I met Darrell at the train station for a trip to Konstanz, a border town in Germany. This was our first time out of Switzerland since we moved here (with the exception of my work trip back to the US in Early November). We went to a really cool Christmas market there (probably my favorite of the ones we've been to) and then to a brewpub. We always like to sit at the bar since you can talk to people better. The gentleman beside us was an Italian who had been living in Konstanz for several years. There are fun stories to tell about our conversations with him, but I'll save those for later.... for now, I'll just say, when he found out that today was my birthday, he shook my hand and said "Congratulations".

XO

Monday, December 6, 2010

Samichlaus came!


Today, Dec 6, was the day Samichlaus came to Switzerland. When I got to work, there was a Christmas chocolate on my desk (and on the desk of everyone in the department, maybe even the entire building!). In Switzerland, their version of Santa Claus (Samichlaus) and what my office mate described as "the dirty man" (his name is Schmutzli!!!) bring nuts and fruits to good children. If the children are bad, Schmutzli puts the children in his sack and carries them off into the woods for a year....

Schmutzli is the "dark-clad assistant" described at the end of this page http://www.californiamall.com/holidaytraditions/traditions-Switzerland.htm