



Before jumping into the events of the past couple weeks I'd like to start out with a quick musing regarding the use of the word 'lovely'. It's used all the time out here for random things such as, "You must try their cheesecake, it’s lovely.” Random things like that can be lovely. It can replace all kinds of words like delicious, quaint, nice, gentle, pleasant and many others.
I was out seeing a comedian who pointed out something hilarious - if a British person is telling you about a friend of their's and their friend is fat they will ALWAYS say that they are lovely. For example if you hear a woman say, “you have to meet my friend Jane, she’s lovely.” this means that Jane is fat.
I can't really do it justice here but it was great. It might have been the fact that I finally laughed at the appropriate time at a joke in a comedy club in London. Telling jokes on the other hand, well I have one message for Americans - don't tell your jokes to British people. They're not funny for some reason, please trust me. I've had two really rough occasions with this and I've given up. You can kind of save yourself at the end if you just say "Heyyyyy, I'm walkin hea!" in a really NY cab driver accent (thanks Tia for putting me on to that one!), but this should be saved for dire emergencies and if at all possible just completely avoided.
So, anyways, where was I... ah yes, so I've been getting around the UK a little bit over the past 2 weeks.
OXFORD
I took a train out to Oxford 2 weekends ago to have a look and see for myself what was going on. Pretty interesting town. It was founded as a place of study in 1100, or something like that after the English were kicked out of the schools in Paris. They have buildings on the campus from every century. It's just generally a really smart looking place. The library at Oxford has over 9 millions volumes including 4 original Magna Cartas...now, I distinctly remember seeing porn in the magazine rack in the library at Cornell. I am not making that up. What would anyone do with a Magna Carta anyway?
Meals are eaten here, and yes it is Harry Potter style for all you wizard fans and fairies
area with grass, but there's no walking allowed on the grass at Oxford
Bill Clinton was a Rhodes scholar which means he earned a degree at Oxford. And then he was bestowed an honorary degree after becoming Prez so you know - I'm sure he was kicking himself when that happened for wasting all that tuition getting the real one.
These guys were pretty interesting:
Legend has it that they come down at night and go across the street to drink here:
The White Horse! We sometimes hang out at a place called White Horse in NYC. Our guide told us the great thing about pubs in Oxford is you may be drinking an ale in the same place that some of history's smartest people could have drank. You could be sitting on a stool where Einstein discovered the theory of relativity! I thought I’d check it out, and you know what...it WAS lovely!!
CANTERBURY
Last weekend I hitched a train out to Canterbury in Kent, against my instinct telling me to go sit and relax all day in Hyde Park. This was the first time I actually thought 'thank goodness its raining!' I also felt compelled to pay homage to a little place back in Huntington, Long Island that we all know and love:

I just returned from a little excursion to Poland last week and all I can say is - what a country!! The place really does rock. The reason for the trip was the SKANSKA Infrastructure Development Global Conference. I woke up last Monday at 4am for my flight only to get a call as I’m walking out the door. It was my buddy George from work telling me, “Mate, the ash cloud is back and the flight is cancelled." AHHHHH! What a disaster! I hadn’t fully comprehended the frustration of this ash monster until that moment. Luckily I was able to get on a flight for 8pm that night. Things were shaping up throughout the day and lo and behold - we were able to take off! Small crisis averted, and it made the landing in Poland that much sweeter.
I had known nothing about Gdansk before arriving other than what I looked at briefly online - it’s in Poland, it’s on the Baltic Sea and is home to the world’s longest wooden pier...and the Baltic Sea is pretty cold this time of year.
View of The Baltic from my room at The Sheraton, righteousness
The conference was very good. It was informative, interesting, and a great chance to meet folks from all the different units. I thought from the outset that this trip would be the perfect chance to take a dip in the Baltic, a childhood dream of mine. I dropped the idea to a few other men throughout the first couple days and momentum started to build.
Wednesday we had a late afternoon tour of the city followed by dinner out in Gdansk.
This place was bombed to smitharines in WW2:
but a real hidden gem these days...
The black structure on the right sticking out over the river is an old school crane form the medieval times. Originally built in the 14th century, the engine is a giant hamster wheel, powered mainly by giant Polish hamsters and lost children of tourists, just kidding...they feed the children to the hamsters.
Night scene - Gdansk
After dinner in town we headed back to the hotel. By this point it was clear that a dip in the Baltic was imminent. There was a heavy buzz of anticipation in the air at the hotel bar. The Skanska nation wanted it, so we delivered:
and The BALTIC WARRIORS were born
I must add that all Warriors hailed from the London office - this was a very
proud day for the UK division, to say the least. We all walked a little bit taller that week.
Thursday was the wrap up day and no event hosted by Europeans could possibly end without a proper going away celebration. I was asked/volunteered to participate in the skit competition between the Euros & the Americas, which ended up with me in the closing act singing a duet of Elvis Presley’s ‘Suspicious Minds’ in front of the whole conference...we blew them out of the water and in the end I was given a firm handshake by our UK Exec. VP (and hopefully the backpack-blazer incident is behind us, see previous posting)
Friday was go home day..for the average layperson. Not so for a Baltic Warrior though. George and I headed to Krakow for the weekend via the most ramshakle airplane I have ever been on.

What a beast
My seat was in the first row right behind the pilots. I literally could have tapped them on the shoulder. I’ve never been on an airplane before where I could lean over in my seat and watch the flight out of the front window. In flight beverages? Juice boxes were passed down the aisle after take off. I fully expected to look up at one point and see one of the pilots smoking a cig with his arm out of the window, and I was thoroughly disappointed when we landed on a runway instead of a cow pasture.
None-the-less, it was a smooth and impressive flight and now we were in Krakow. I shook the pilots' hands and hopped off. George’s buddy Marc had rented a flat for the weekend right off the market square. The square is one of the biggest outdoor markets in Europe. We were set.

I had to use this shot from the internet to do it justice. Home of the
world's finest pierogi, flaming duck and kebob
Us eating Kebobs in our flat. (apologies for all the pics of me in my boxer briefs on this posting.
It's just something I've become accustomed to living by myself out here)