It Is Not Possible to Get More Lost, Part 1

Growing Up Austin - A Lithuanian Story All the Way From Texas(Welcome to a special series on GrowingUpAustin.com, A Lithuanian Story – All the Way From Texas. I am traveling to Lithuania this summer to teach storytelling at A.P.P.L.E., an education conference that I first taught at almost twenty years ago. The new conference is fully of mystery and adventure. The first conference gave me stories I have been telling ever since. So, I decided to write about the trips here. If you have just joined, here is a summary of the posts. I’ll return to writing about hiking, live music and art for Austin kids when I get back in July. Information is always available at AustinKidsHike.com (hiking), AustinKidsDance.com (live music) and AustinKidsDraw.com (art).)

The Blessed Virgin Mary Mother of Mercy religious icon at St. Theresa’s Church protects the city of Vilnius.

It was my first trip to Lithuania, in 1995. I had been in the country for five minutes when I got lost in the country. I knew I was in the right country, but we were just meeting in Vilnus and I didn’t even know the city where I would be teaching. I also didn’t have any money. I would probably have to sleep on this airport bench tonight and maybe forever.

I backpacked Western Europe for five weeks first, then I arrived at the Berlin airport for my flight to Lithuania. My boarding pass said my gate number was 14 1/2.

This was before Harry Potter. But when I saw Harry Potter catch the train to Hogwarts for the first time, it felt oddly familiar.

I arrived between gates 14 and 15 early and there was no gate 14 1/2. A nearby gate agent said I just needed to believe, and walk on through the brick wall. Just kidding. She said to wait and it would appear, and it did.

A woman in an airline uniform pushed a lightweight podium on a dolly, she set it down between gates 14 and 15, then she put the dolly off to the side. She picked up a clipboard and a pen off the podium and she motioned for a few of us who looked like we were looking for a gate to come her way.

My flight from Berlin to Lithuania was on Air Lithuania, an airline I knew nothing about, run by a country I knew nothing about. Airlines were supposed to have lots of permanent gates and big airplanes and many huge mainframe computers to manage the operations of complex and modern aircraft. So, at least I wanted to know if the printout on her clipboard was from a computer printer instead of a typewriter or, even worse, a pen.

I couldn’t get a good look and I decided I didn’t want to know. I would get on the plane either way.

After the ten or fifteen of us were checked off on a list, the gate agent moved the podium to the side with the dolly. Then she lead us through a security door, down a set of stairs and onto the tarmac.

She lead us onto a bus and the bus took us a long way, past the big runways, to the very edge of the airport property. As we got off the bus, I saw an especially tiny plane.

The plane sat low to the ground, so when the door was opened at the tail of the plane, the top of the door reached the ground. There were steps on the inside of the door and we climbed inside. The gate agent followed us. She was also our flight attendant. Wait a second, is that guy that just put on the captain’s hat our bus driver? Uh, maybe not, but I think the flight attendant was our co-pilot, either that or there was no co-pilot.

Midway through the flight, I reflected on this part of my summer trip. I was grateful I had taken the time to travel before starting work after college. I was grateful I had found a job to extend my trip and to get to know one place more deeply.

With equal conviction, I also thought, GOD DAMN IT, WHY DO I DO THINGS LIKE THIS? I COULD BE ON A BEACH IN FRANCE, SOAKING IN THE SUNSHINE THEN HAVING A RELAXING DINNER IN THE HOSTEL COURTYARD WITH PIZZA AND A WHOLE BOTTLE OF WINE. WHY WOULD I VOLUNTARILY GO SOMEWHERE WHERE I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!?!?!?!?!?!?

It was amazing how little I knew about what would come next. I only knew that someone from APPLE would meet me at the airport.

Ha, I thought, in that way that happens when you are a bit nervous already, what if they didn’t show up? Ha, ha, ha. That would be funny. Because I didn’t have any information at all about the conference with me. Just my contact’s number in the US, but she was already in Lithuania. I wasn’t a complete idiot. I had prepared lessons and I had mailed materials and professional clothes ahead of time, evidence that I had the Vilnius address at one point. I knew how to be prepared, but I just plain forgot to bring the address with me. Ha, that would be funny, if they didn’t show up. Well, there as no reason to worry about that, something that would never happen. Ha. Ha.

I would have been way more nervous if I knew at the time that I also didn’t have any money. I thought I had money, because I went to the money exchange place to get Lithuanian money, but they misheard me and they gave me Hungarian money. I had US money and a credit card, but at that time in Lithuania, no one took credit cards and there was only one bank in the country that could exchange money or do a cash advance on a credit card and this bank was not at the airport.

And whatever answer I came up with, I would have to communicate it in creative hand gestures, because I had been told that very few people in Lithuania spoke English. The conference used interpreters to translate between English and Lithuanian.

I sat down with my coffee in the cafe of the Vilnus airport. The man working the cash register let me have it for free, when he saw me realize that I had multiple forms of completely useless money. I started to think about what my next step would be, but I couldn’t think of even one possible thing…

(Stay tuned for the second half of this story coming soon…)


I’m Just Going To Show Up…Try Not To Get Lost…And See What Happens

Growing Up Austin - A Lithuanian Story All the Way From Texas(Welcome to a special series on GrowingUpAustin.com, A Lithuanian Story – All the Way From Texas. I am traveling to Lithuania this summer to teach storytelling at A.P.P.L.E., an education conference that I first taught at almost twenty years ago. The new conference is fully of mystery and adventure. The first conference gave me stories I have been telling ever since. So, I decided to write about the trips here. If you have just joined, here is a summary of the posts. I’ll return to writing about hiking, live music and art for Austin kids when I get back in July. Information is always available at AustinKidsHike.com (hiking), AustinKidsDance.com (live music) and AustinKidsDraw.com (art).)Growing Up Austin

Carol in Lithuania, 65 days and counting. 

I could have used a shot of tequila to help give me the courage to press the CONFIRM button for my flight to Lithuania. I will be away from my little girls for 16 days. They will be with Grandparents and with Blue Eyes and at summer camps during the day, but 16 days? REALLY? I don’t have a single concrete and absolute reason I must go and I’m not in my twenties anymore! What is going on around here!?!?!?!

But my gut told me I need to go. I clicked on SUBMIT.

Thanks, everyone, for the questions last week. Here is my first answer…

Question: Why Lithuania?

Answers:

I’m going to an education conference in Lithuania now because I taught at this same conference almost twenty years ago and I’ve always wanted to go back.

But, why Lithuania the first time?

1. I was pretty poor.

I had just finished my Computer Science degree at the University of Texas and my net worth was -$7,000. I wanted to travel during the summer before starting work without creating a heap of credit card debt. So, I backpacked Western Europe for five weeks, then spent two weeks teaching at the conference, where my room and board were paid.

2. I didn’t want to be only a tourist.

I was also pretty poor the first time I graduated college, in a year I won’t mention, so instead of studying abroad or backpacking, I found a job in England for the summer. I got to really know people and learn how we were the same and how we were different. I got to visit their homes and eat their regular dinners and hear what they talked about over regular dinners. I got to drink beer in the neighborhood pub with real neighbors. I enjoyed the people I met at the job just as much, and sometimes more, than seeing the tourist sites.

3. This was before the Internet.

I found a CLASSIFIED AD in a NEWSPAPER asking for proposals to teach at a summer conference in Lithuania. Now, an Internet search could lead to dozens or hundreds of summer job opportunities overseas, but then, it wasn’t easy to find. I applied for this one job and, lucky for me, I got it.

 

Looking back, I don’t think I knew anything about Lithuania then. Without the Internet or a Smart Phone or my own personal World Atlas, I don’t even think I knew where it was. I might have known that it recently gained independence from the Soviet Union. Maybe. (UT does have a library or two, but I don’t remember looking anything up about Lithuania. Strange, huh?)

Also, I didn’t know what the conference was really about. I didn’t have a recommendation or reference of any kind. I didn’t know the teaching format. I knew that the dress was business casual, because I asked about that. That is just about all I knew.

I just showed up.

And then I immediately got lost, with no money and no place to stay. But that is another story.

My time in Lithuania was the most interesting, educational, awe-inspiring and challenging time of my life, up till then.

I don’t expect to be impacted the same way this time. Lithuania is different and I’m different than we were then.

I’m just going to show up…

Try not to get lost…

And see what happens.

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