Monday, October 29, 2007

Hello, I'm a walking Billboard

After arriving in Helsinki at 1am, I’m beginning to wonder how much longer this day(s) of travel will drag on. So tired that I’m delirious, Mikko (my coach) informs me that we only have a 2 hour drive ahead of us. Awesome! Flying down the freeway in the early AM, I learn that Jyväskylä (pronounced you-vas-ky-la) lies northwest of Helsinki and is the 2nd most desirable city to live in Finland. At this point I don’t really care, as the only thing occupying my mind is the idea of a pillow and bed.

Mikko drops me off at a teammates apartment for the night, where I immediately collapse on her futon. The next morning I find myself wide-awake at 9am. My body is telling me to go back to sleep but my brain won’t allow it. Ah, Jet-lag at its finest! Mikko picks me up at noon and we are off to the HoNsU offices. After speaking rapid fire Finnish with two women, he looks and me and says “see you later!” Here I am without a word of Finnish in my vocabulary wondering how the heck I’m going to communicate with these two women. As they converse with one another (in Finnish of course) for a good 10 minutes, not bothering to glance in my direction, I’m thanking God I brought a book to occupy myself. Finally, one of the two addresses me in English and says, “lets go!” Hmmm…We’re off to the mall where she purchases a cell phone and gives it to me. Only the best – a Nokia 1000!

After the transaction is complete, it’s back to the offices where Mikko is waiting. Time to move into my apartment! It turns out to be a nice one bedroom with a kitchen, living room and bathroom on the 4th floor, right across the street from our gym. I have a huge bedroom fully furnished…a twin bed and lamp!

Once unpacked, Mikko takes me to meet the two other imports. They are super cool and I learn that they live in a spacious 3-bedroom apartment downtown near the city center…about a 7 min drive from where I am. Since I don’t have a car (only a rickety old bike) I start to think it might be nice to move in with them. Fortunately, I’m given that option a few hours later which I decide to take. It’s nice having my own place, but in my free time I rather be hanging out with them, not by myself. The three of us girls have really hit it off. We already have some great stories, and I’ve only been here 4 days! Charlee Underwood is from San Francisco and played at Cal State Fullerton, while Lizanne Murphy played at Hofstra in NY and is from Montreal. Oddly enough, Lizanne and I actually played on the National team together at the FISU games in Turkey in 2005.

The girls and I start to get hungry, and are dropped off at Hotelli Alba, which sits on the lake Jyväsjärvi 1.5km away from the city center. Written in our contracts is that the 3 of us are provided with one hot meal a day. On weekends, we eat dinner at the fanciest hotel in Jyväskylä, the Hotelli Alba. This is not a place that most people could afford to eat at two days in a row. But as one of our sponsors, Hotelli Alba allows Charlee, Lizanne and I to eat for free 99! On Saturday I devour a mouth-watering tenderloin steak. The cost of my meal? Only €30 Euros!

Outside of my apartment, the gym, and Hotelli Alba, I haven’t had much time to explore the city yet. But, from what I've seen it’s pretty modern. Not a lot of old buildings like you would expect to see in Europe. The city center is definitely the coolest part of town, as it’s where all the action is. Main street is a walking only road with various stores on either side affixed with large lighted signs and elaborate window displays. It’s a fun place to walk around and watch people.

Since it gets dark around 4pm here, my body is still trying to adjust to all the changes. I find myself tired and hungry and random hours, which is becoming very annoying. I’m also 10 hours ahead of home, making calling friends and family tricky. The weather in Finland is very similar to Vancouver and Seattle, but without the rain and much colder! Right now an average day sees temperatures between 3-7 degrees Celsius, and its only going to get worse!

As I walk into our sponsor-laden gym Sunday night for my first game as a professional basketball player, I feel almost camouflaged. My uniform, both top and bottoms, front and back are completely covered with sponsor logos. It’s actually quite humorous and definitely fills the Euro stereotype. After the final whistle sounds, I realize how tough of a season its going to be for our young team. We didn’t get the result I had hoped, but it was great to get back on the court and play competitively. Prior to playing yesterday evening, my team had already competed in 5 regular season games (there are 30+ in a season). Last night’s opposition, Espoo Team is one of the top teams in the league with experienced players. The outcomes of most games are pretty much determined by how good your Finnish players are. The majority of teams in first division have at least 3 imports (i.e. Canadians, Americans, or anyone not of Finnish nationality) and realistically, we cancel one another out on the court. The Finnish players on my team are extremely young (18,19,20 years old) and just don’t seem to have the experience or skill level of many of the Finnish players on the other teams. It will be a season of ups and downs, but I’m getting paid to do what I love which is an experience in itself.

-BW

Friday, October 26, 2007

5 Hours in Amsterdam

As I head to the airport for the first leg of my trip to Helsinki, I find myself overcome with many emotions. Nervousness, excitement and sadness all consume me. Its tough saying goodbye to my family, especially when I know I won’t see them wearing purple and supporting me at all my home games. With my mom tearing up immediately - whether at a sentimental TV commercial or seeing me to the security gate, looking at her gets me misty eyed. I’m able to hold back the tears as I pass through the gate and begin my journey to Finland.

The first part of my trip is an 8.5 hour plane ride to Amsterdam. During the flight I find myself chatting with a very friendly elderly gentleman born and raised in Greece, who now calls Vancouver home. Oddly enough he lived in Richmond for 10 years, 5 minutes away from where I grew up! As we chat during the long flight, I find myself thinking how much Kat would have loved to swap spots with me. This guy was a patriotic Greek who wanted to talk politics, Bush and the Iraq war. Wow! I’m sure Kat and him would have found themselves chatting until the plane touched down in Schiphol.

As we bid our farewells, I now find myself with 7 hours to kill before the connecting flight to Helsinki. Thinking 7 hours might give me enough time to explore Amsterdam, I call my good friend Amy (who played professionally in Amsterdam the previous season) and ask her about trains from the airport to the city’s center. She one ups me and says her friend Jesse can meet me at the airport and give me a tour of the city famously known for its Red Light District.

Walking through customs and into the arrival hall, I really have no idea who I’m looking for. After wandering around for a few minutes, a tall good looking blond guy calls out my name. Hmmm…this will work! Jesse turns out to be an awesome guy. At 24, he is the head coach of an under-18 state team in Amsterdam. Born in Holland, his mother is actually a Canadian who grew up in Burnaby. It’s crazy how small the world is sometimes. We jump into Jesse’s car, and after much insistence he finally allows me to pay the parking fee. As we drive toward the city talking basketball, music and traveling I discover he speaks 5 different languages fluently. Very impressive!

Parking the car in a free park zone north of the City Center, we hop on a (free) ferry crossing the canal to Central Station. Jesse is a great tour guide, sharing historical facts, entertaining stories and explaining the efficient transit system. I had never seen so many bikes in my life! They were everywhere you looked – literally. Bike parcades were setup next to train stations and bus depots, with bikers being a part of normal foot and road traffic. It was unbelievable. Bike lanes were paved nicely beside car traffic, often moving faster than their gas guzzling counterparts. Just like cars, don’t believe for a second that a biker will stop for a pedestrian! It was great to see people of all ages, shapes and sizes, dressed from sweatpants to Armani suites biking around as a means of transportation.

Walking me up and down the popular streets of Amsterdam, Jesse insists we get a “local sandwich” from his favorite delicatessen. I tell him I’m buying, but he ignores my statement and orders in Dutch. The sandwich is fantastic, with the meat full of flavor and the special mustard sauce making it memorable. After chowing down the late lunch, Jesse and I march on towards the Red Light District.

Prior to visiting Amsterdam, I had heard stories and what not about this well-known area, but after seeing it – it’s hard to put into words. Wow! When they say there are no limits, they aren’t joking! Its kind of surreal that a place like this exists – coffee shops that don’t sell coffee, only every type of marijuana imaginable and women literally standing half naked in windowed rooms. When a ‘customer’ walks in, the curtains close. I won’t discuss the rest in great detail, but I think you get the idea. This is not to say Amsterdam is not a cool place. The standard of living is very high and the city is very clean with an efficient transportation system. The buildings have tons of character, the churches are gorgeous and the canals are beautifully interconnected throughout the city. If I had more time, I’m sure I would have found the shopping great too ☺!

After not sleeping a wink since the night before, and arriving mid-afternoon in Holland, I’m starting to fade. We stop at The Hard Rock Café for a drink, so ‘I can feel at home.’ I order a coffee (my third of the day!) while Jesse drinks his tea. We discuss everything from Halloween to the NBA and college basketball. Not allowing me to pay again, Jesse truly is a gentleman. We ride the tram back to Central Station where we bid goodbye and promise to be in touch. Jesse has to leave for work, and I have about an hour and a half to burn before catching the train back to Schiphol.

After wondering around the city a little longer on my own and playing the tourist role with my camera glued to my right hand, I decide to head back to the train station. My feet are swollen and my back is killing me – with my laptop, personal training textbook and other random necessities weighing me down. Paying for a ticket, I hop on a train back to the airport and await my flight to Helsinki.

Five hours, a new friend and €4,10 Euros well spent was all I needed to experience and enjoy this unique city.

-BW

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Off to Jyväskylä!

It's official! Sunday I signed a contract with D1 HoNsU Basket of Finland to play professional basketball for the 2007-2008 season. I'm both excited and nervous as I embark on this new chapter of my life. I'm sad to leave my fantastic friends and family behind, but I can't wait to live out one of the dreams I've had since being a little girl.

I've created this blog to keep those close to me updated on my adventures through Finland and Europe. So feel free to visit me every now and then through the world wide web!

Enjoy,
Breanne