Prague on my mind

Just my luck! I leave Prague, and the Honor Society of Nursing, Sigma Theta Tau International (STTI) schedules its 24th International Nursing Research Congress there. As I spend my days in Karachi coveting my colleagues’ enjoyment of beautiful Prague and her fabulous culture, I will be remembering my very favorite places while I lived there. And, because I hold no rancor for my “missed opportunity,” I will share the thoughts I’ll be having with you now, in case you want to seek out my favorite places, too.

Everyone will tell you that the Charles Bridge, the Prague Astronomical Clock and Prague Castle (Prasky Hrad) are must-sees, and they are. If you have time to visit only the Big Three, don’t miss them.

The clock, which is in Old Town Square, is the third oldest astronomical clock in the world, dating from 1410, and the oldest one still functioning. On the hour, it strikes, and the show begins: a series of bell tones, trumpet blasts, and figures of the Apostles appearing in small doorways just above the clock face. Go early, as it will seem that everyone in Prague is waiting to view this hourly exhibit, and it can be difficult to find a good place to take photos.

Prague Astronomical Clock

The Charles Bridge dates from 1357 and is named after the Holy Roman Emperor, King Charles IV. Over several hundred years, carved statues were added to the bridge. The current statues are copies, and the originals are displayed out of the elements elsewhere, but the effect is the same. Note: The bridge is frightfully busy during a good part of the day and early evening. If you want a magnificent experience, get up early and be at the bridge before 7 a.m. If you are really lucky, there will be fog on the Vltava River, which gives the bridge an amazing otherworldly effect, unspoiled by the presence of people.

St. Vitus's Cathedral in Prague Castle (Prasky Hrad)

Of the “Big Three,” Prasky Hrad is my favorite. The castle complex, which marks the old walled city of Prague, has been around in enlarging forms since the 10th century. Once inside, opt for the audio guide, because it provides excellent information, and it assures you a no-wait line to get into St. Vitus´s Cathedral, where there are many treasures to enjoy. I am a fan of stained glass windows, and the window I love most in the world is here. So, when you are standing before the window designed by the famous Czech artist, Alfons Mucha, in his distinctive Art Nouveau style, think of me.

My favorite stained-glass window.

Most people identify classical music with Vienna, but Prague is electric with great music every evening of the week. My favorite concert venue was a very old church, St. Martin in the Wall, located in New Town, just off of Narodni. There are concerts there every Friday and Sunday at 6 p.m. sharp! You can purchase tickets online or at the door, but don’t be late because, once the concert begins, to prevent disturbance of the performance, you will not be admitted.

If St. Martin’s is inconvenient, don’t hesitate to find a venue more to your liking. Most Czech churches have been decommissioned as places of worship and have been turned into tourist and concert venues. The art within is often on par with the finest museums, and you won’t be disappointed in the music selections. Signs out front advertise the evening’s program, time of performance, and the price of tickets. If you happen upon a venue just before concert time, and you are interested in attending, ask for a price discount. Chances are good you will save a few koruna (crown), but don’t haggle too hard. The music will be worth the price of admission.

With its more than one thousand years of history, Prague is an architectural or art student’s delight. One of my favorite places is the Municipal House (Obecni Dum), located in central Prague. Following a major overhaul about 100 years ago, the present décor is predominantly Art Nouveau. Dine in the first floor French Restaurant or Café, or make your way to the basement to dine in the American Club. The food is fine, but the ambiance and tile mosaics are marvelous.

Monuments abound in Prague. You can’t help but pass them on any major street. But the one dearest to me also happened to be located next door to the apartment building where I lived in Prague. The Memorial to the Victims of Communism is of 21st-century design and pertains particularly to victims in the Czech Republic. It took me a good bit of processing before I decided how I felt about it.

Memorial to the Victims of Communism

Even if this monument isn’t to your liking, it sits at the bottom of Petrin Hill, a wonderful green space with excellent walking trails to explore. Just follow the trails up the hill, and you will eventually reach the Czech version of the Eiffel Tower and great views of the entire valley. About halfway up the hill are a couple of lovely restaurants with quite decent food and amazing views. Sit out on their patios, and enjoy!

Vyšehrad Cemetery

I enjoy cemeteries in a very nonmorbid way, and the Vyšehrad Cemetery is a real treat. Not only is it the final resting place of some internationally famous people—Alphonse Mucha and Antonín Dvořák—but it is also a place full of beautiful mosaics, sculptures, and interesting monuments. Immediately adjacent to the cemetery is the Church of Sts. Peter and Paul with its beautifully painted wall scenes, casements containing original Charles Bridge monuments, and the Gothic Cellar, which is a museum of interesting medieval artifacts. To get there, take trams No. 3 or 16 to Výton, south of New Town, or take Metro line-A (green) to Vyšehrad Station, and walk about 15 minutes up the hill. I always took my visitors to Prague to the Vyšehrad, and it never failed to please.

Finally, Prague is famous for its beer (pivo), and there are dozens of boutique breweries all over town. My favorite is located at the Strahov Monastery, located at the top of the hill above the Prasky Hrad. The monastery has much more to see than the brewery, and I recommend a leisurely stroll around the grounds, through the church, the art gallery, where there are rotating exhibits, and the library, recently beautifully restored.

And finally, advice from my experience in Prague. When you fly into Prague airport, pay attention to the signs, located where you collect your luggage, identifying taxi companies recommended by the city government of Prague. When you exit the building, there will be a line of taxi cabs. Do not be fooled into thinking you must take the first cab in line. Take ONLY the recommended cab companies, and if you like the driver, ask for his card and call him again. Your hotel will arrange proper taxi service to your destination, but you will need to call for a returning taxi. One of the recommended taxi companies has stands around town that are usually reliable.

Just know that hailing a taxi in Prague, as a foreigner, is a very risky business, and you are much less likely to be dissatisfied if you take the recommended taxis, the metro or trams, which provide excellent and inexpensive service.

So, colleagues, have a terrific time in this very lovely European capital city. Prague is magical and begs to be savored.

On a personal note, I am retiring from active practice in a few months and, sadly, this is my last post for “NP Worldview.” I am returning to the United States to bone up on my grandmother skills, and I can’t wait. My career in the U.S. Foreign Service has been an amazing experience, and I do hope I’ve been able to share some of the best of it through my blog.

Best wishes to each of you!

For Reflections on Nursing Leadership (RNL), published by the Honor Society of Nursing, Sigma Theta Tau International.

Anne of the Foreign Service

On 6 April 2013, Anne Smedinghoff, a 25-year old U.S. diplomat working in Afghanistan, was killed in a car bombing. I never met Anne, but know her well. I know her from my years in the U.S. Foreign Service, working alongside the young—and not so young, but still idealistic and eager—officers who strive to bring the best of America to those outside our borders.

The Annes of the Foreign Service are crucial contributors to America’s well-being and safety in the shrinking world in which we live. I know I have countrymen who, recognizing that we Americans have problems of our own, believe we shouldn’t be spending our dwindling dollars or our energies on people outside our borders, but my experience leads me to believe that this school of thought is both shortsighted and dangerous.

The peoples of the world who are poorly educated and have limited exposure to anything outside their local communities know Americans almost entirely by our TV shows, movies and music. The entertainment industry speaks for us—our values, our way of life—more than anything else we do. You might have to think about that for a minute to fully understand how the developing world sees us.

When I worked in Ghana, West Africa, I frequently had to dispel the very common belief that American life is just like an episode of “Baywatch!” Really! Now, I’m not disparaging “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” “The Dark Knight Rises,” or the lyrics of our popular music, but we Americans know how much is fantasy and how little is fact. People who only know us by these measures assume they speak a truth about us.

So, how does this relate to Anne Smedinghoff and the cadre of American Foreign Service representatives who work around the world? They are the true representatives of an American people who are some of the most hardworking, charitable, and freedom-respecting people on the planet. Anne was delivering schoolbooks to a village that had none so that its children could receive an education and have a better future. Her colleagues move out from their respective embassies and consulates daily—in every corner of the globe—to assist, educate, counsel, and affect peace and understanding. Please do not confuse your political views with the aspirations and intentions of the U.S. Foreign Service, which exists to serve the American people through diplomatic means and by being nonpolitical.

The loss of Anne Smedinghoff is a loss to her family and her country, though most of her countrymen don’t know how much of a loss her death is. We need many, many Annes to demonstrate true American values to the world, and the money, time, and effort we spend doing it is the very best way we can possibly spend those commodities. The future of our children may well depend on it.

For Reflections on Nursing Leadership (RNL), published by the Honor Society of Nursing, Sigma Theta Tau International.

Journey to Middle-earth

I think the biblical scholars have it wrong when they propose that the Garden of Eden was located between the Tigris and the Euphrates. I’ve just returned from a driving tour of the South Island of New Zealand, and I’m pretty sure that’s the real Eden.

I’ve been to the North Island previously and, while I had been told the South was even more beautiful, it was hard to imagine in advance what I actually saw once there. Followers of the movie trilogies, “The Hobbit” and “The Lord of the Rings,” based on books with the same titles by J.R.R. Tolkien, will understand that the South Island of New Zealand is “Middle-earth,” as all of the movies have been filmed there.

Of course, as all movies do, the videographers have toyed with nature and created imaginary scenes that aren’t really there; but the majesty of the mountains, the purity of the water—and its often-turquoise color—is not video editing. It is a simply amazing place! Top that off with the exciting adventure of seeing fur seals, yellow-eyed penguins, albatross and sperm whales in their own habitats, in nature without fences (other than to keep people out) and it makes for one bang-up trip.

It is not easy to get to New Zealand, which may explain how it stays pristine and minimally affected by man, but it is certainly worth the effort to get there. I heartily recommend it to anyone wanting to experience the freshest air, purest water, cleanest towns and friendliest people you are likely to see anywhere on earth.

Back here in Karachi

I don’t consider myself a teacher. I’ve shared information before with colleagues, as we all do, but teaching as an occupation is something I’ve never felt drawn to or suitable for. The consulate has embarked on a program to improve English skills of willing employees, using a combination of professional and volunteer teachers. I am a volunteer.

Every Wednesday from 3:30 to 4:30 p.m., two other volunteers and I look into the eager faces of 43 gentlemen with varying English skills ranging from none to minimum, and we try to teach and encourage them. We have a syllabus for beginning English, which seems rather advanced to me, as it assumes some previous introduction to English words. We play games with them to instill the desired idea. For example, we demonstrate walking forward and walking backward, and we try to help them understand the difference between “I am Karachi” and “I am from Karachi.”

First, we worked on was greetings. We pointed out, for instance, that the answer to “Good morning” is not “Fine,” which is the common response we receive to greetings given on the compound. It is a particular joy when we can see by our students’ expressions that the light bulb has gone on, and they really get the difference. The excitement is contagious, because local employees seek out English speakers with whom to practice their newfound skills. It has added levity between us that did not exist before and, in a place such as Karachi, where life is mostly tense, this is a very good thing.

One of my fellow teachers explained to our class that, in the United States, we do not usually address colleagues using Miss and Mister plus their first name. (She is obviously not from the Deep South.) She encouraged the students to call us by our first names, as we do each other or, if they believed a more formal approach was necessary, to use Miss or Mr. and the last name.

A few days later, one of the young members of the class, who is working very hard on improving his English, pulled me aside for a chat. He repeated what the other teacher had said about addressing people and then said to me, “I have respect for you and, because you are an old woman, I must call you Ms. Judie. Is that okay?”

Next, I think we will work on political correctness!

For Reflections on Nursing Leadership (RNL), published by the Honor Society of Nursing, Sigma Theta Tau International.

Happy New Year from Karachi!

Several months have passed since my last blog post. For two of those months, I was back in the United States for training and to spend time with my family, but there are two primary reasons I have been unusually quiet: Either there was little to write about or, on the rare occasion when there was a topic of interest that merited a report, writing about it was not possible.

This is the second year I spent the holidays in Karachi, Pakistan. Celebrations of Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s require a bit of creativity under these circumstances. Perhaps the biggest issue is that most of my American colleagues go home to be with their families and friends, so those left behind have to fill the void. This year our American presence is about one-third of the normal.

There is a young woman among us, however, who is particularly resourceful at creating social opportunities. She set up a Thanksgiving potluck dinner in the lobby of the consulate residence and provided all the usual comfort foods of turkey, mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce, as well as a kickin’ carrot-pumpkin soup that we’ve asked the cafeteria to offer through the cooler months, so we can enjoy it again.

Christmas included eggnog tasting, recipe competition and a white-elephant gift exchange. New Year’s Eve featured a progressive-dinner apartment party. We had decorations and a very large tree in the lobby. It looked like Christmas inside the consulate compound, even though there was little sign of it outside the compound.

Imagine my surprise when, on Christmas Eve, there was a knock on my apartment door. Outside stood two of our local Islamic guards, one dressed in a Santa suit! Though they did not speak English, they alternated between “Ho, Ho, Ho” and “Merry Christmas” as “Santa” handed me a chocolate. It caused me to reflect on what a strange and wonderful life the U.S. Foreign Service has given me.

After that experience, I wondered, “Will Father Time be delivering chocolates on January 1?” Well, New Years’ Day has come and gone and, so far, no chocolates.

For Reflections on Nursing Leadership (RNL), published by the Honor Society of Nursing, Sigma Theta Tau International.