Here's the lovely people that I shared my Thanksgiving Dinner with. Three Americans and three Frenchies speaking German, sharing great food, nice wine, cool traditions, and good times. It was a special dinner.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
Gobble Gobble! or as they say in German: uh...hmm...I have no idea
Here's the lovely people that I shared my Thanksgiving Dinner with. Three Americans and three Frenchies speaking German, sharing great food, nice wine, cool traditions, and good times. It was a special dinner.
Pies!
Becca and Anna making pies. Becca was a 'pie master' and constructed all of the crusts. Anna and I peeled and sliced apples. It was definitely a teamwork themed day.
I am definitely thankful for Becca. Without her I would not have been able to have pumpkin pie - without which I may have died. Pumpkin pie is always associated with this time of year in my head and is definitely a requirement. (I actually scored two pieces! A French guy didn't like it, so I got to eat his for him!! Haha...the French don't know what they are missing.)
Thanksgiving - German Style
I made it through my first Thanksgiving away from home! It was definitely a challenge. The organization was left up to about 7 of us...all who were new to the concept. Everyone knows that Thanksgiving responsibilites are most often reserved for grandparents and other relatives experienced with cooking. So without any other obstacles, it still would have been quite a challenge. Then, one must consider that it is almost impossible to find many American specialty foods in Germany. The turkeys, which we only found because someone from a previous year tipped us off, cost 100 euro - for three. Even if you find the American food, it's severely overpriced. We were definitely working with a short ingredient list. Then, our resources were also extremely limited. Not financial resources, but more along the lines of 'kitchen resources.' After all was said and done, I think we used 7 differnet ovens in several different buildings simultaneously. Then, the turkeys were sent on a taxi, while we went on the subway with pies and such. We arrived an hour later than the planned start time, but it had not yet begun.
Six or seven round tables filled the room with a buffet table running along the side of the room. It was a big event. We pulled it off...almost perfectly. All of the work put into it (approx. time of cooking - 9am-5pm) makes the end result so much more satisfying.
Thanksgiving will never be the same for me. I will be able to appreciate it in the States so much more thoroughly! One thing I cannot forget to point out: I am so thankful for this craziness/stress involved in cooking. Without it, I would have ended up missing my family the entire day. Contrarily, I was busy enough to enjoy myself and not get sad. Thanksgiving is day for family, so of course my family was on my mind...but that's nothing new.
Six or seven round tables filled the room with a buffet table running along the side of the room. It was a big event. We pulled it off...almost perfectly. All of the work put into it (approx. time of cooking - 9am-5pm) makes the end result so much more satisfying.
Thanksgiving will never be the same for me. I will be able to appreciate it in the States so much more thoroughly! One thing I cannot forget to point out: I am so thankful for this craziness/stress involved in cooking. Without it, I would have ended up missing my family the entire day. Contrarily, I was busy enough to enjoy myself and not get sad. Thanksgiving is day for family, so of course my family was on my mind...but that's nothing new.
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
New Appreciation of Modern Art
Normally, if you ask me about Modern Art, you're bound to get a response of disgust. Modern Art is usually over my head.
Sunday - free museum day - Amber and I went to the Moderne Pinakothek. I really enjoyed it. Unlike the other two Pinakotheks, which contain much more classical collections of art, it was just plain fun. When I am looking at a Renoir, I feel it necessary to silently analyze the artist's brushstrokes...etc...etc... And this type of deep contemplation of art is really wonderful, but not always relaxing. However, in this Modern Art Museum, I could laugh quizically at the paintings, furniture, and sculptures without worrying about anything. It was so much more laidback. You are allowed to take from the art whatever comes to you. They don't sit you down in Art History class and tell you what to get out of Modern Art. It's all up to you. For some reason, this has never before been appealing to me until now. It's all rather liberating...
Sunday - free museum day - Amber and I went to the Moderne Pinakothek. I really enjoyed it. Unlike the other two Pinakotheks, which contain much more classical collections of art, it was just plain fun. When I am looking at a Renoir, I feel it necessary to silently analyze the artist's brushstrokes...etc...etc... And this type of deep contemplation of art is really wonderful, but not always relaxing. However, in this Modern Art Museum, I could laugh quizically at the paintings, furniture, and sculptures without worrying about anything. It was so much more laidback. You are allowed to take from the art whatever comes to you. They don't sit you down in Art History class and tell you what to get out of Modern Art. It's all up to you. For some reason, this has never before been appealing to me until now. It's all rather liberating...
Beautiful Day
By beautiful day I don't mean one in which you can sit outside and enjoy it. That's what Californians mean by beautiful day. This beautiful day was crisp and cold, yet sunny and clear. The perfect day for Thanksgiving. I am praying that we get lucky with the weather tomorrow and get a repeat of this beautiful day.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Latest Analysis of German Culture
I would like to propose that much can be learned about a culture by how they treat their dogs.
No matter how lame that statement may sound, please allow me to further explain.
In Germany, the dogs are most often not leashed. I do think this also applies to several other European nations, but I hesitate to make such blanket statements due to my lack of specific knowledge of these cultures. The dogs in the parks are often quite carefree and either lead or trail their owners by quite large distances. I actually do recall several dogs running over me and Tiffany the last time we sat down on a blanket in the middle of the grass in the Englischer Garten. These dogs were quite out of control. However, dogs in the restaurants and stores, which are quite common as well, remain amazingly obedient. They maintain this obedience often still without the use of leashes. I also, for some reason, percieve most German dogs to be very happy.
In order for my analysis to be entirely relevant, it may be necessary for one to have basic knowledge of the German FKK (Frei Koerper Kultur). It is easiest to think of it as the resilient remnants of Hippie culture. At the risk of oversimplifying the culture, let me just say that many parks, beaches, etc. have a designated area (and sometimes not) where it is appropriate to be naked. Be warned that looking 'FKK' up on the internet may return you some disturbing search results. Yes, we do have Blacks Beach is San Diego, but it is most often only the butt of jokes. In Deutschland, such FKK exhibitions are not often joked about, it's just normal. The culture is itself much more open with nudity, sexuality, and other related things.
German culture can be very contradictory in this way. Germans can be very rigid, with their collars always buttoned up and they can also be FKK, carefree people. But the Germans, like Herr Soeder once explained to me, reserve a specific time and place for crazy things - like nudity and drinking. FKK designated places, Oktoberfest, Fasching, the many other fests...are all examples of designated times and places to let go.
American culture, which was founded on very different Puritan principles, does not really have the same outlets. Americans are not supposed to 'let go' and be naked or be totally drunk. Yet it seems that because we lack this outlet, there are more problems with these things in American. More case of underage drinking, drunk driving, illegal pornography.... American culture tries to restrict people, but ends up creating an opposite reaction.
So when American dogs are always leashed, they never learn how to live without the leash. This constant leashing causes some American dogs to go crazy...
Hmmm...I wonder if this makes sense. It makes sense in my head, but most things do...that doesn't mean anything for the validity of it. I may have to rethink these ideas and edit this theory later, but for now - feel free to criticize my assertations - I deserve it.
No matter how lame that statement may sound, please allow me to further explain.
In Germany, the dogs are most often not leashed. I do think this also applies to several other European nations, but I hesitate to make such blanket statements due to my lack of specific knowledge of these cultures. The dogs in the parks are often quite carefree and either lead or trail their owners by quite large distances. I actually do recall several dogs running over me and Tiffany the last time we sat down on a blanket in the middle of the grass in the Englischer Garten. These dogs were quite out of control. However, dogs in the restaurants and stores, which are quite common as well, remain amazingly obedient. They maintain this obedience often still without the use of leashes. I also, for some reason, percieve most German dogs to be very happy.
In order for my analysis to be entirely relevant, it may be necessary for one to have basic knowledge of the German FKK (Frei Koerper Kultur). It is easiest to think of it as the resilient remnants of Hippie culture. At the risk of oversimplifying the culture, let me just say that many parks, beaches, etc. have a designated area (and sometimes not) where it is appropriate to be naked. Be warned that looking 'FKK' up on the internet may return you some disturbing search results. Yes, we do have Blacks Beach is San Diego, but it is most often only the butt of jokes. In Deutschland, such FKK exhibitions are not often joked about, it's just normal. The culture is itself much more open with nudity, sexuality, and other related things.
German culture can be very contradictory in this way. Germans can be very rigid, with their collars always buttoned up and they can also be FKK, carefree people. But the Germans, like Herr Soeder once explained to me, reserve a specific time and place for crazy things - like nudity and drinking. FKK designated places, Oktoberfest, Fasching, the many other fests...are all examples of designated times and places to let go.
American culture, which was founded on very different Puritan principles, does not really have the same outlets. Americans are not supposed to 'let go' and be naked or be totally drunk. Yet it seems that because we lack this outlet, there are more problems with these things in American. More case of underage drinking, drunk driving, illegal pornography.... American culture tries to restrict people, but ends up creating an opposite reaction.
So when American dogs are always leashed, they never learn how to live without the leash. This constant leashing causes some American dogs to go crazy...
Hmmm...I wonder if this makes sense. It makes sense in my head, but most things do...that doesn't mean anything for the validity of it. I may have to rethink these ideas and edit this theory later, but for now - feel free to criticize my assertations - I deserve it.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Clever Escapes
I am watching the best German TV show right now. It is reinactments (like that show Rescue 911) of the Cleverest Escapes from the DDR (East Germany). These stories are so crazy that I hesitate to believe them all. These people would make MacGuyver proud...or even Batman. With a bow and arrow, some empty wine bottles, and steel cable they rigged a line and zip-lined over the wall. Wow.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Do you remember the song?
If all the snowflakes were candybars and milkshakes, Oh, what a snow it would be! I'd stand outside with my mouth open wide going Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah....
Well, I do. But it's too bad that most everyone else does not...so they feel it necessary to make fun of the California girl getting too excited about the snow...
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Der Marshallplan
I gave my first serious presentation (or as we say over here - Referat) this week. It was on the Marshall Plan. It's a pretty simple concept...the US gave money to Post-WW2-Europe in order to restimulate the global economy. However, in German, even the simplest things can become quite complicated.
I am actually really proud of myself for understanding the concepts and giving a not-so-horrible Referat. It could have been better, but for the first real one of the year - it went well. Referats don't frighten me so much any more now that I have that first one under my belt!
I am actually really proud of myself for understanding the concepts and giving a not-so-horrible Referat. It could have been better, but for the first real one of the year - it went well. Referats don't frighten me so much any more now that I have that first one under my belt!
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Heimweh
Heimweh is the German word for homesickness. Even though I thought that I was immune to Heimweh, it turns out that I was wrong. It hit me this past week...for the first time in my life. In general, I am not accustomed to missing people. I am usually capable of focusing on the 'now' and not looking back for long enough to realize what I am missing. I slipped up and let myself feel it.
I wish I were better able to articulate my feelings...but that's not my fortay. For anyone who has experienced homesickness (real, true homesickness...not just missing macaroni and cheese)... Heimweh is the ache in your heart that struggles to understand why you would ever decide to leave behind so much. When there is a place for you that you love and loves you in return, why would you leave that behind? Even for one moment? If there has ever been anything more counterintuitive, I know not of it. It is the foreground for one of the many battles between my brain and my heart. God must have given me both my brain and my heart with the intention of me using both. I am supposed to be feeling this way. This feeling is a part of growing up and I can be consolled in this realization. I'll never get anywhere if I don't grow up.
I am really thankful for two very special people that I met here in Germany. They were there for me during my first battle with homesickness. That was really important...and I'm getting through it just fine because of them. I am so lucky.
On a lighter note, I really need to scold whoever allowed so many songs to be produced and released about California. Lennie Kravitz, the Mamas and the Papas, and even Biggie are all conspiring against me. Soon after recovering from my spell of homesickness, I swear that every other song I heard was about California. There were even some that I have never heard before...
I wish I were better able to articulate my feelings...but that's not my fortay. For anyone who has experienced homesickness (real, true homesickness...not just missing macaroni and cheese)... Heimweh is the ache in your heart that struggles to understand why you would ever decide to leave behind so much. When there is a place for you that you love and loves you in return, why would you leave that behind? Even for one moment? If there has ever been anything more counterintuitive, I know not of it. It is the foreground for one of the many battles between my brain and my heart. God must have given me both my brain and my heart with the intention of me using both. I am supposed to be feeling this way. This feeling is a part of growing up and I can be consolled in this realization. I'll never get anywhere if I don't grow up.
I am really thankful for two very special people that I met here in Germany. They were there for me during my first battle with homesickness. That was really important...and I'm getting through it just fine because of them. I am so lucky.
On a lighter note, I really need to scold whoever allowed so many songs to be produced and released about California. Lennie Kravitz, the Mamas and the Papas, and even Biggie are all conspiring against me. Soon after recovering from my spell of homesickness, I swear that every other song I heard was about California. There were even some that I have never heard before...
Monday, November 15, 2004
Keeping Track
Just in case anyone is keeping track:
(I hope this isn't heresy or anything...) Greek restaurants have just recently surpassed Mexican restaurants as my absolute favorite. Astrid invited us to Unterschleissheim to one of her favorite Greek restaurants. It was a very pleasant atmosphere, bordering on really fun. They turned out all of the lights and made a big deal for a birthday at one of the other tables. And in a country where 'free refills' is a swear word, there were quite a few perks at this restaurant. They preempted the dinner with free Ouzo (good stuff), then followed our meals with free dessert and cocktails. Wow, that's pretty sweet, huh? But it's not over. As we were walking out of the door they handed each and every one of us a bottle of Greek wine. Can you believe that?
Oh, and keeping true to my roots, I can honestly say that I still prefer peanut butter to Nutella. Nutella has made some pretty good arguments (especially when I have serious hankerings for chocolate), but peanut butter is still hanging on. My new favorite snack: bananas and peanut butter ... Lecker! (Delicious!)
Also, if anyone feels the need to insult my LA Lakers, they will be reemed accordingly. No matter how far from my team I may be (and no matter how little I keep track of their current season statistics), I will not tolerate any Laker-haters. This applies especially to Pistons and/or Kings fans.
Enough said.
(I hope this isn't heresy or anything...) Greek restaurants have just recently surpassed Mexican restaurants as my absolute favorite. Astrid invited us to Unterschleissheim to one of her favorite Greek restaurants. It was a very pleasant atmosphere, bordering on really fun. They turned out all of the lights and made a big deal for a birthday at one of the other tables. And in a country where 'free refills' is a swear word, there were quite a few perks at this restaurant. They preempted the dinner with free Ouzo (good stuff), then followed our meals with free dessert and cocktails. Wow, that's pretty sweet, huh? But it's not over. As we were walking out of the door they handed each and every one of us a bottle of Greek wine. Can you believe that?
Oh, and keeping true to my roots, I can honestly say that I still prefer peanut butter to Nutella. Nutella has made some pretty good arguments (especially when I have serious hankerings for chocolate), but peanut butter is still hanging on. My new favorite snack: bananas and peanut butter ... Lecker! (Delicious!)
Also, if anyone feels the need to insult my LA Lakers, they will be reemed accordingly. No matter how far from my team I may be (and no matter how little I keep track of their current season statistics), I will not tolerate any Laker-haters. This applies especially to Pistons and/or Kings fans.
Enough said.
Friday, November 12, 2004
German Aerobics
I went to my first German Aerobics class last night. I am not a big Aerobics enthusiast to begin with. But I am always up for an adventure.
Thankfully, 40-50 people came to the class, so we didn't stick out or draw attention to ourselves as newcomers. We were inadvertantly taught a weird dance. I don't know if that is normal for aerobics...but it was hilarious. Then the instructor made us do pushups, situps, and all kinds of leg exercises. The German language did make it a bit more frightening...'Hoch, hoch!' But I was pleased to note that the Germans stretch in the exact same way as Americans...just in case any one was wondering.
Thankfully, 40-50 people came to the class, so we didn't stick out or draw attention to ourselves as newcomers. We were inadvertantly taught a weird dance. I don't know if that is normal for aerobics...but it was hilarious. Then the instructor made us do pushups, situps, and all kinds of leg exercises. The German language did make it a bit more frightening...'Hoch, hoch!' But I was pleased to note that the Germans stretch in the exact same way as Americans...just in case any one was wondering.
Monday, November 08, 2004
SNOW!
It has happened. The first snow of the season hit Munich last night. The mountains just an hour south of here are supposedly opened for skiing and snowboarding already. Winter really came quickly. Just last week it was rather warm.
Sunday night, the night of the first snow, I stood out on my balcony and attempted to catch the snow flakes in my hands and mouth. It was amusing, but it would have been nicer to actually play in the snow. Unfortunately, the snow was not sticking. Earlier today, it snowed again, but the flakes were not a big and fluffy as the previous night, nor did they stick to the ground.
I am really excited about the snow!!! But I have been learning some new things about 'Winter' as of late. One of the biggest downfalls is how dark it is. The days are much grayer and the sun sets very early. This darkness inhibits what one can do. I am definitely not used to such darkness. Something else I have recently learned: there is a huge difference between going outside in the winter to just stand and going outside just to get from place to place. If I want to go outside to watch a parade or a concert, it will be sooooo much colder. However, if I am just walking from place to place, I don't have to wear excess clothing. Movement is a very important asset in maintaining warmth while outside in the winter.
I am sure that I will soon be learning more and more about winter while I am here in Munich. No matter how rough it gets, I really appreciate it. It will certainly make me better appreciate the beautiful weather that I experience daily in Southern California. I am actually really excited about this new perspective and appreciative viewpoint that I am gaining. Also, to be honest, I am really looking forward to some qualitity snow ball fights this winter!
Sunday night, the night of the first snow, I stood out on my balcony and attempted to catch the snow flakes in my hands and mouth. It was amusing, but it would have been nicer to actually play in the snow. Unfortunately, the snow was not sticking. Earlier today, it snowed again, but the flakes were not a big and fluffy as the previous night, nor did they stick to the ground.
I am really excited about the snow!!! But I have been learning some new things about 'Winter' as of late. One of the biggest downfalls is how dark it is. The days are much grayer and the sun sets very early. This darkness inhibits what one can do. I am definitely not used to such darkness. Something else I have recently learned: there is a huge difference between going outside in the winter to just stand and going outside just to get from place to place. If I want to go outside to watch a parade or a concert, it will be sooooo much colder. However, if I am just walking from place to place, I don't have to wear excess clothing. Movement is a very important asset in maintaining warmth while outside in the winter.
I am sure that I will soon be learning more and more about winter while I am here in Munich. No matter how rough it gets, I really appreciate it. It will certainly make me better appreciate the beautiful weather that I experience daily in Southern California. I am actually really excited about this new perspective and appreciative viewpoint that I am gaining. Also, to be honest, I am really looking forward to some qualitity snow ball fights this winter!
Saturday, November 06, 2004
Opera
I don't really want to get into anything more about politics. I'm done for awhile with those types of discussions...
I went to my first opera this past Wednesday night. It wasn't quite what I expected, but I did enjoy it. I was unable to understand the singing parts, but no one could. Mozart wrote the thing, so it seemed quite respectable, but it wasn't exactly mainstream. It was titled Zauberfloete. For some reason, I got mixed up and thought it was Sauberfloete (clean flute) instead of Zauberfloete (magic flute). Good thing I was wrong because it makes much more sense for the flute to be magical.
I was lucky and received a seat. Several people from our group only got standing places...which would have been painful to do for three hours straight while remaining polite for the opera atmosphere.
Afterwards, we went out for drinks with one of our professors. Actually, she is no longer my professor, since my change of classes, but she's really cool. We exchanged crazy stories and it is so much fun to talk to her because her German is ALWAYS understandable since she is a teacher. There are no misunderstandings or problems with the language barrier. It's awesome.
I definitely would like to return to the Opera in the near future. It's a cool cultural experience and a very 'Munich' thing to do.
I went to my first opera this past Wednesday night. It wasn't quite what I expected, but I did enjoy it. I was unable to understand the singing parts, but no one could. Mozart wrote the thing, so it seemed quite respectable, but it wasn't exactly mainstream. It was titled Zauberfloete. For some reason, I got mixed up and thought it was Sauberfloete (clean flute) instead of Zauberfloete (magic flute). Good thing I was wrong because it makes much more sense for the flute to be magical.
I was lucky and received a seat. Several people from our group only got standing places...which would have been painful to do for three hours straight while remaining polite for the opera atmosphere.
Afterwards, we went out for drinks with one of our professors. Actually, she is no longer my professor, since my change of classes, but she's really cool. We exchanged crazy stories and it is so much fun to talk to her because her German is ALWAYS understandable since she is a teacher. There are no misunderstandings or problems with the language barrier. It's awesome.
I definitely would like to return to the Opera in the near future. It's a cool cultural experience and a very 'Munich' thing to do.
In Shock
I am sorry that it has been so long since I have written. Everything has been going well, I've just been somewhat in shock. Tuesday night, we stayed up all night studying Aristotle (because I have an evil Lit professor) and watching the election coverage on German TV. I didn't make it through the whole night...I fell asleep at five, before all of the results were posted. I awoke shortly after to some dismal news. For some reason, along with much of the youth of America, I thought things were going to be different after this November. It turns out I was wrong. The political climate in Germany is overall much more liberal...no, I won't even go as far to say that...they're just much more anti-Bush. So, for many of us, Wednesday was a day of complete confusion. I am not so sure how different things would really have been, I just know that I was expecting a change and my expectations were let down.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
The Longest Weekend Ever
Well, I've just reached the end of the longest weekend ever. It really began last Wednesday night when we cooked tortellini for Markus and then went to and Irish pub. Just to clarify, it turns out that tortellini is the only thing that I really know how to cook.
Thursdays, I don't really have class. I just have a 15-30 minute meeting with Wiebke. Wiebke is this hilarious (in too many ways to describe) woman that teaches us how to improve our accents and pronounciations. I actually really enjoy it. We have to make a recording of ourselves reading a paragraph and give it to her. She then listens to it and makes criticisms, letting us know what to practice. If you could see me do an impression of Wiebke when she notices a blantant mistake, it would surely make you laugh...I guess most of you will have to wait awhile to see the Wiebke face...schade (that means 'too bad' or 'it's a shame' - I use this word alot).
Thursday night we stayed in and watched Meet Joe Black in German. The title when translated was Rendevous mit Joe Black. C'mon...that's not German! That's French. Anyway, it's really not a good movie, but it's good for my German and better than most of the German TV shows out there.
Friday we tried to open an account at the bank for Ingrid (I don't need one, thank God!). It was quite intimidating, even though the people are very nice, because 'bank terminology' is not my fortay - in English or German. Then we went to Schloss Schleissheim (see pictures below). Upon returning from the suburban castle, we thought about having a barbeque, but the weather through us a loop, so we decided against it. Instead, I made my famous (well, among the three of us) grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with my sandwich-maker. Yes, I do have a sandwich-maker, and yes, I do love it.
Saturday was spent wandering/exploring this wonderful city that I now call home. We finally found a serious Gelatto shop that will be staying open the entire year!!! Herr Soeder recommended it and they had some of the most exciting flavors ever! I would cross the globe for good Italian ice cream...I am still a serious gelatto afficianado. Then, we took like 14 different modes of public transportation to get ourselves to this HUGE American-style mall (minus the Gap and Victoria Secrets). It was totally packed...almost like American malls during Christmas season. I am frightened to think what this mall will be like during the holiday season. Since the stores are all closed on Sundays and Monday was a holiday, EVERYONE was out shopping on Saturday. We returned with plans of the barbeque again, but our plans were again foiled. So we ate at the restaurant right below my window - the Tribuehne. Leslie joined us for dinner and then we went and watched Findet Nemo (Finding Nemo - in German) in her room. She even had some Halloween candy! That was cool.
Sunday began our desperate search for Halloween costumes. Why did we wait until the last possible minute? Got me! But since all of the stores were closed, we got really desperate. We finally found a random store in Hauptbahnhof (the main train station) and bought a bunch of random junk. We (the three of us) dressed as 80's girls. It was hilarious. I'm still weeding through the pictures to find the least embarrassing one...so be patient. We went to a party - costumes required - in the room of one of the American girls that is in my program. On the elevator and walking through the halls, we just received the normal 'look at those weird Americans' stare. At least this time there was a reason to stare!
I ended up sleeping and doing homework Monday. I am really glad that they have a holiday here in super-catholic Bavaria. Going to school the day after Halloween is never fun. For dinner Monday, we were invited to Markus' house in Unterschleissheim (a suburb, not far from the castle previously mentioned). Markus is a friend of Tiffany's from many years ago and we met his sister a few weeks ago. They are both really cool Germans. Astrid, Markus' sister, is studying home economics (but it's more for the hospitality industry) in school. So she offered to cook us a Bavarian dinner. I love this girl! It turns out, she cooked for like 5 hours to prepare this meal. Wow! I had my first Knudeln...which is really difficult to explain, but it's a Bavarian speciality and it's quite unique. Then, there was a pork roast, potatoes, cabbage salad, carrots, some awesome gravy, more potatoes. It was by far the best meal that I've had in Germany! Then, we went down to the basement for drinks and dessert. I was really impressed by the hospitality of these people. It was almost old fashioned...but so sweet. Astrid made Tiramisu, which I love. It was overall a great evening, because we spoke only German for like 5 hours straight and got to eat great food. We are hoping to invite Astrid and Markus over for some American cooking...we're hoping to try something other than tortellini...but I just don't know.
Thursdays, I don't really have class. I just have a 15-30 minute meeting with Wiebke. Wiebke is this hilarious (in too many ways to describe) woman that teaches us how to improve our accents and pronounciations. I actually really enjoy it. We have to make a recording of ourselves reading a paragraph and give it to her. She then listens to it and makes criticisms, letting us know what to practice. If you could see me do an impression of Wiebke when she notices a blantant mistake, it would surely make you laugh...I guess most of you will have to wait awhile to see the Wiebke face...schade (that means 'too bad' or 'it's a shame' - I use this word alot).
Thursday night we stayed in and watched Meet Joe Black in German. The title when translated was Rendevous mit Joe Black. C'mon...that's not German! That's French. Anyway, it's really not a good movie, but it's good for my German and better than most of the German TV shows out there.
Friday we tried to open an account at the bank for Ingrid (I don't need one, thank God!). It was quite intimidating, even though the people are very nice, because 'bank terminology' is not my fortay - in English or German. Then we went to Schloss Schleissheim (see pictures below). Upon returning from the suburban castle, we thought about having a barbeque, but the weather through us a loop, so we decided against it. Instead, I made my famous (well, among the three of us) grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with my sandwich-maker. Yes, I do have a sandwich-maker, and yes, I do love it.
Saturday was spent wandering/exploring this wonderful city that I now call home. We finally found a serious Gelatto shop that will be staying open the entire year!!! Herr Soeder recommended it and they had some of the most exciting flavors ever! I would cross the globe for good Italian ice cream...I am still a serious gelatto afficianado. Then, we took like 14 different modes of public transportation to get ourselves to this HUGE American-style mall (minus the Gap and Victoria Secrets). It was totally packed...almost like American malls during Christmas season. I am frightened to think what this mall will be like during the holiday season. Since the stores are all closed on Sundays and Monday was a holiday, EVERYONE was out shopping on Saturday. We returned with plans of the barbeque again, but our plans were again foiled. So we ate at the restaurant right below my window - the Tribuehne. Leslie joined us for dinner and then we went and watched Findet Nemo (Finding Nemo - in German) in her room. She even had some Halloween candy! That was cool.
Sunday began our desperate search for Halloween costumes. Why did we wait until the last possible minute? Got me! But since all of the stores were closed, we got really desperate. We finally found a random store in Hauptbahnhof (the main train station) and bought a bunch of random junk. We (the three of us) dressed as 80's girls. It was hilarious. I'm still weeding through the pictures to find the least embarrassing one...so be patient. We went to a party - costumes required - in the room of one of the American girls that is in my program. On the elevator and walking through the halls, we just received the normal 'look at those weird Americans' stare. At least this time there was a reason to stare!
I ended up sleeping and doing homework Monday. I am really glad that they have a holiday here in super-catholic Bavaria. Going to school the day after Halloween is never fun. For dinner Monday, we were invited to Markus' house in Unterschleissheim (a suburb, not far from the castle previously mentioned). Markus is a friend of Tiffany's from many years ago and we met his sister a few weeks ago. They are both really cool Germans. Astrid, Markus' sister, is studying home economics (but it's more for the hospitality industry) in school. So she offered to cook us a Bavarian dinner. I love this girl! It turns out, she cooked for like 5 hours to prepare this meal. Wow! I had my first Knudeln...which is really difficult to explain, but it's a Bavarian speciality and it's quite unique. Then, there was a pork roast, potatoes, cabbage salad, carrots, some awesome gravy, more potatoes. It was by far the best meal that I've had in Germany! Then, we went down to the basement for drinks and dessert. I was really impressed by the hospitality of these people. It was almost old fashioned...but so sweet. Astrid made Tiramisu, which I love. It was overall a great evening, because we spoke only German for like 5 hours straight and got to eat great food. We are hoping to invite Astrid and Markus over for some American cooking...we're hoping to try something other than tortellini...but I just don't know.
Autumn Leaves are Falling
It sure feels like Fall. I love it. It's an entirely new 'Fall' experience for me. As long as I find myself a pumkin pie before the end of November, my Fall will be complete.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Castle Motif
Another picture from Schloss Schleissheim. These marble staircases will someday be in my home.
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