Status can be defined by so many different things depending on where you are in the world. In one country, it could be owning a pair of shoes and in another it could mean owning your own jet. Status isn't something that's important to me. As a matter of fact, when I see people dressed a little too well, I usually just assume they overspend and have maxed out credit cards. As most of you know, I'm very old-fashioned when it comes to money.
Don't get me wrong. I love furs, handbags, and diamonds just like any other girl. I like these things because of the way they make me feel (warm and snugly and all happy inside), not because what complete strangers on the street think of me. And, you can take it to the bank (pun intended), if you see me in something designer, it will be paid for in full and have very tiny, visible labels (if any).
Status in Kassel is defined by your coat (and your car). Because of the cold, every one is in a coat all the time. Most people don't even bother to take them off in stores and restaurants. People can't see the label on your jeans. No one pays attention to bags because you are usually carrying more than one for groceries and such. It is all about the coat. I learned this the hard way. I was meeting a friend to go walking, for exercise. I didn't want to get my nice coats sweaty so I wore one of Justin's fleece jackets that had been a freebie from Oxy. I wish I could explain how everyone looked at me. Pity is the word that comes to mind. I swear to you if I had sat down for a break on the curb they would have put quarters in my coffee cup. HAHA Seriously, people looked at me so sadly. Under my coat, I had on very apparent workout clothes: Lucy yoga pants, a cute tank and nice, neon sneakers. At the time, I didn't understand. I wondered about the looks, but didn't get it. It wasn't until last week on tram that I saw an older lady with the same look of pity looking at a homeless guy in an oversized raggedy jacket. Ohhhhh, people thought I was homeless. wow
Will I wear this coat, again? The girl who doesn't care anything about status. Yes, absolutely. I wouldn't want my new Armani with mink cuffs to get sweaty. ;)
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
Yes, I googled the 7 BILLION
There's close to 7 BILLION people on this planet. It's a mystery why or how any of us feel isolated, isn't it? But, we do. ALL of us. We always have. People began living in close proximity as a means of survival, necessity, but also because we are social creatures. Life is easier in groups. With billions of people, over thousands of years, logic tells me I shouldn't even have one original thought in my entire lifetime. However, humans like ownership. We like the word and feeling associated with - MINE. It's why we marry, buy a home, and why we create (procreate). My son. My husband. My art.
Has our need for ownership and defining ourselves isolated us?
Is it because we have few conversations face-to-face?
Or do we play it safe? Do we allow society to dictate our conversations and actions so much that we rarely communicate what we truly need to talk about with our friends and families?
How's the weather? What did you do last week? When did you potty train? What book did you last read? How was your blind date? These are the questions we safely ask. We stick to the easy topics, light-hearted conversations, or simply shallow ones. Sometimes, we need to get down to the nitty gritty. Take a dive into the deep end. We need to feel more alive and to re-establish our connection with humanity.
It's time to get personal.
So in case you are feeling like you are the only one:
The last time I got in a screaming fight with my husband was in the middle of our back yard. Yes, I was the only one screaming. It was embarrassingly in front of one of his life-long friends (sorry, Will!) and it was about Justin not doing enough around the house.
I have to apologize just about everyday to my son for losing my temper with him. Yes, it's only for a minute or two at a time, but I do yell. I yell knowing that toddlers are impulsive. Knowing their brains are not finished developing. Knowing that everything he does lacks maliciousness. I yell even more when I am tired.
I do sometimes eat the entire bag of chips (whew, now only 125 grams, lol).
As a stay at home mom, I feel like I get stuck with all the crappy chores.
Most days, I wish I had a job at least once during every day.
The last time I cried was while typing this because mothers, daughters, friends and people everywhere should never have to feel alone when there are loads of people out there feeling the exact same way.
That's probably more than enough.
All that said, I LOVE my life. I mean I truly, truly love the life I am living! Life is about the beautiful and the ugly. Life is not always "How's the weather?"
Here are my snowy pictures from Frankfurt because I'm in a "stuck in the house, snowy kind of mood." It's 1 degree C outside.
The grainy texture are 1 inch snowflakes!
My sweet husband who I am sorry I yelled at in the back yard!
Has our need for ownership and defining ourselves isolated us?
Is it because we have few conversations face-to-face?
Or do we play it safe? Do we allow society to dictate our conversations and actions so much that we rarely communicate what we truly need to talk about with our friends and families?
How's the weather? What did you do last week? When did you potty train? What book did you last read? How was your blind date? These are the questions we safely ask. We stick to the easy topics, light-hearted conversations, or simply shallow ones. Sometimes, we need to get down to the nitty gritty. Take a dive into the deep end. We need to feel more alive and to re-establish our connection with humanity.
It's time to get personal.
So in case you are feeling like you are the only one:
The last time I got in a screaming fight with my husband was in the middle of our back yard. Yes, I was the only one screaming. It was embarrassingly in front of one of his life-long friends (sorry, Will!) and it was about Justin not doing enough around the house.
I have to apologize just about everyday to my son for losing my temper with him. Yes, it's only for a minute or two at a time, but I do yell. I yell knowing that toddlers are impulsive. Knowing their brains are not finished developing. Knowing that everything he does lacks maliciousness. I yell even more when I am tired.
I do sometimes eat the entire bag of chips (whew, now only 125 grams, lol).
As a stay at home mom, I feel like I get stuck with all the crappy chores.
Most days, I wish I had a job at least once during every day.
The last time I cried was while typing this because mothers, daughters, friends and people everywhere should never have to feel alone when there are loads of people out there feeling the exact same way.
That's probably more than enough.
All that said, I LOVE my life. I mean I truly, truly love the life I am living! Life is about the beautiful and the ugly. Life is not always "How's the weather?"
Here are my snowy pictures from Frankfurt because I'm in a "stuck in the house, snowy kind of mood." It's 1 degree C outside.
The grainy texture are 1 inch snowflakes!
My sweet husband who I am sorry I yelled at in the back yard!
And in case you needed a happy ending, here is my next candidate for the show "What Not to Wear!" Those are woolly socks and Birkenstocks!
The Pastor and The Atheist
Forging friendships is a lot like finding a husband. You can spend a lot of time searching for someone with just the right chemistry, but you can 't force it. It happens when it happens and often when you least expect it.
Yesterday, we went to an international group of English speaker's Halloween party. I met a lot of very nice people and it made me start thinking. Friendships are relationships, requiring time, effort and commitment from both parties. I think for every 100 people I meet only 1 or 2 meet my requirements. How do adults make friends? Houston to OKC. OKC to Germany. I am a social animal. And so is Colt. It's difficult for even me to make friends.
Every one assumes it is easy to make friends on the playground with other adults who have children, especially if the children are close in age. For me, I think it's harder getting to know other parents, especially with a child so young. Instead of spending our time discussing interests, current affairs, or previous experiences, I find most of time is spent corralling children. Or even worse, discussing our children. I spend 24 hours a day with my son. I love him to death, but when I finally get adult contact he is the LAST thing I want to discuss. Not to mention, the thousands of differences in parenting and disciplining that brings unwanted advice and unsolicited conflicts.
I don't necessarily look for people with similar interests: travel, exercise, art, etc. I prefer a friend who brings new things to table. Things I can learn about, study, and then discuss. By thinking about how to make friends, instantly, I think about my friend, Jan, in OK. We are total opposites and get along beautifully. We make each other laugh and advise each other about serious issues. By total opposites I mean, she is a pastor and I am an atheist. We were once discussing a piece of art at an art festival. The artist stepped in and commented. To paraphrase (I can't remember) the conversation went something like this.
Me: Oh, she always thinks it's religious. I always think the artist is being sacrilegious. hahaha She is a pastor. I'm an atheist.
Everyone grins. The artist thinks we are joking.
Jan: Seriously. hahaha
Me: And we get along beautifully!
The artist: How?
Jan and I look at each other and smile.
Us: We respect each other completely. We love each other. Who cares about our different beliefs?
The Artist (not grinning anymore): If only the rest of the world was like that, they could learn a lot from you two.
Jan and I: We know (grinning).
Off we went and had a wonderful day together.
I wish a checklist of all the reasons Jan and I get along so well would help me make friends here, but life and relationships aren't applications and checklists. Hours of thinking about it won't help me make new friends either. It will happen when it happens with just the right person.
I'm very grateful for the friends that I have! Take a moment to think about your friendships and what makes it work and let me know, please.
Yesterday, we went to an international group of English speaker's Halloween party. I met a lot of very nice people and it made me start thinking. Friendships are relationships, requiring time, effort and commitment from both parties. I think for every 100 people I meet only 1 or 2 meet my requirements. How do adults make friends? Houston to OKC. OKC to Germany. I am a social animal. And so is Colt. It's difficult for even me to make friends.
Every one assumes it is easy to make friends on the playground with other adults who have children, especially if the children are close in age. For me, I think it's harder getting to know other parents, especially with a child so young. Instead of spending our time discussing interests, current affairs, or previous experiences, I find most of time is spent corralling children. Or even worse, discussing our children. I spend 24 hours a day with my son. I love him to death, but when I finally get adult contact he is the LAST thing I want to discuss. Not to mention, the thousands of differences in parenting and disciplining that brings unwanted advice and unsolicited conflicts.
I don't necessarily look for people with similar interests: travel, exercise, art, etc. I prefer a friend who brings new things to table. Things I can learn about, study, and then discuss. By thinking about how to make friends, instantly, I think about my friend, Jan, in OK. We are total opposites and get along beautifully. We make each other laugh and advise each other about serious issues. By total opposites I mean, she is a pastor and I am an atheist. We were once discussing a piece of art at an art festival. The artist stepped in and commented. To paraphrase (I can't remember) the conversation went something like this.
Me: Oh, she always thinks it's religious. I always think the artist is being sacrilegious. hahaha She is a pastor. I'm an atheist.
Everyone grins. The artist thinks we are joking.
Jan: Seriously. hahaha
Me: And we get along beautifully!
The artist: How?
Jan and I look at each other and smile.
Us: We respect each other completely. We love each other. Who cares about our different beliefs?
The Artist (not grinning anymore): If only the rest of the world was like that, they could learn a lot from you two.
Jan and I: We know (grinning).
Off we went and had a wonderful day together.
I wish a checklist of all the reasons Jan and I get along so well would help me make friends here, but life and relationships aren't applications and checklists. Hours of thinking about it won't help me make new friends either. It will happen when it happens with just the right person.
I'm very grateful for the friends that I have! Take a moment to think about your friendships and what makes it work and let me know, please.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
price available upon request
This is my first time to be an immigrant. I know I speak a different language, even when I am trying to sound German. My accent is different. My tones, inflections, and vowel pronunciations are all different. However, I don't understand how Germans know I'm from somewhere else when I have yet to speak, but they do. They know. I actually had a man stop of the street today and stare at me. Are you kidding? It's a good thing I'm not shy or self-conscience. Instead I gave him a look that said wtf are you looking at...good sir :)! lol People have blue eyes, dark hair and high cheek bones here. My best guess is my nose which is quite different, but I'm truly clueless.
Alas, despite looks and language, there are things within my ability to blend. For example, I picked up a fashion magazine in German the other day. I could have just as easily been flipping through Vogue. Seriously, I could read it. I have no idea how...."price available upon request" must be a "truth universally acknowledged!"
Here's another brilliant example. I was in a wine shop. A man comes over and offers his help. Nein Danke, I reply. He continues beyond my capability and I have to just stop him and own up to the fact that I don't speak German. "Ah English," he says (knowing the whole time I'm not freaking German. Who knows how?), "hold on." He goes and gets a young girl form the seafood department who speaks Eng, "May I help you?"
It goes down like this:
Me: Of course, thank you. Do you have any cab francs?
She looks to him.
He responds all in German: No, if you want cab franc you must choose a Cabernet Sav. or Bordeaux.
Me: I'm over Cabernet.
Him in German: Then you will have to have Bordeaux. They all include a different blend some 10% cab franc some 15%
Me: But no true cab francs?
Him in German: No, but Bordeaux is better, no?
Me: Ja, LOL
The girl stands between us with her jaw completely dropped and brings her hands up smiling...like what did you need me for???
Me: oh, sorry. I speak wine.
Him: Ja, Ja laughing. I speak vine.
The man and I are standing there laughing as if we just shared the best joke ever. Girl, still not amused, stands there shaking her head like we are both from Mars.
Germany is so much fun, even if they do stop and stare at me on the streets.
Alas, despite looks and language, there are things within my ability to blend. For example, I picked up a fashion magazine in German the other day. I could have just as easily been flipping through Vogue. Seriously, I could read it. I have no idea how...."price available upon request" must be a "truth universally acknowledged!"
Here's another brilliant example. I was in a wine shop. A man comes over and offers his help. Nein Danke, I reply. He continues beyond my capability and I have to just stop him and own up to the fact that I don't speak German. "Ah English," he says (knowing the whole time I'm not freaking German. Who knows how?), "hold on." He goes and gets a young girl form the seafood department who speaks Eng, "May I help you?"
It goes down like this:
Me: Of course, thank you. Do you have any cab francs?
She looks to him.
He responds all in German: No, if you want cab franc you must choose a Cabernet Sav. or Bordeaux.
Me: I'm over Cabernet.
Him in German: Then you will have to have Bordeaux. They all include a different blend some 10% cab franc some 15%
Me: But no true cab francs?
Him in German: No, but Bordeaux is better, no?
Me: Ja, LOL
The girl stands between us with her jaw completely dropped and brings her hands up smiling...like what did you need me for???
Me: oh, sorry. I speak wine.
Him: Ja, Ja laughing. I speak vine.
The man and I are standing there laughing as if we just shared the best joke ever. Girl, still not amused, stands there shaking her head like we are both from Mars.
Germany is so much fun, even if they do stop and stare at me on the streets.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Butt Naked
My son is an awesome sleeper. Night time or naps we trained him from day one to sleep consistently. If he hasn't fallen asleep in 30 minutes, there's a reason. Normally, I tune out his chatter and ranting until the 30 minute mark. Lately, he just practices his German and talks about his day. Last night, I hear "Mom, mom, I'm soaked." My ears perked up and 2 minutes later we were changing diapers and jammies because he had leaked out of his diaper some. No harm, no foul. Dry clothes, kisses and go don't let the bed bugs bite.
Today, 30 minutes into nap, he is still chattering. As I head up the stairs he starts giggling, I'm sure you know what is coming next. Naive as ever, I am shocked to find him shirtless. WTH? My tone immediately shifts to my stern deep voice because I am aggravated that he thinks this is amusing when he should be sleeping. "Why is your shirt off?" As I approach, he holds up his diaper and laughs more. Me" WHY ARE YOU NAKED?" Colt, " On, Off!" Long deep breath, but still no smile. "If you want to practice taking your clothes on and off, that's fine. But, not during nap time all by yourself. Do you understand?"
Sigh, motherhood is frustrating, perplexing and always later amusing. LOL
I much preferred this....
Today, 30 minutes into nap, he is still chattering. As I head up the stairs he starts giggling, I'm sure you know what is coming next. Naive as ever, I am shocked to find him shirtless. WTH? My tone immediately shifts to my stern deep voice because I am aggravated that he thinks this is amusing when he should be sleeping. "Why is your shirt off?" As I approach, he holds up his diaper and laughs more. Me" WHY ARE YOU NAKED?" Colt, " On, Off!" Long deep breath, but still no smile. "If you want to practice taking your clothes on and off, that's fine. But, not during nap time all by yourself. Do you understand?"
Sigh, motherhood is frustrating, perplexing and always later amusing. LOL
I much preferred this....
But he IS awfully cute naked! lol
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Is it really worth a thousand words?
Sundays here are a conundrum. 99 percent of the city is closed and more people are out and about than any other day of the week. Justin and I decided last Sunday that we better figure out what everyone does! They window shop, spend time with family and simply meander about slowly.
At the end of our street and accessible by tram is Schloss Wilhelmshoher, Lowenburg Castle, and Herkules Monument. The surrounding parks and gardens around all three were our Sunday destination today. We went for a little hike to enjoy the fall colors. I could bore you with a cheesy description comparing it to a million things, but today I brought a camera AND batteries.
Before we begin, none of these pictures do this park justice. It is something created only in dreams.
Our tram stop
The view from the back of the museum!
So sorry I didn't get any pictures of the 4 waterfalls we saw or the swans. It was a bit darker near the falls. Next time we are there in the afternoon, I will try for better lighting. I still can't believe I live in this city. When it hits me, I will let you know! Happy Sunday!
One more, just to prove we were there ;)
At the end of our street and accessible by tram is Schloss Wilhelmshoher, Lowenburg Castle, and Herkules Monument. The surrounding parks and gardens around all three were our Sunday destination today. We went for a little hike to enjoy the fall colors. I could bore you with a cheesy description comparing it to a million things, but today I brought a camera AND batteries.
Before we begin, none of these pictures do this park justice. It is something created only in dreams.
Our tram stop
The cute tram stop and the entrance to the gardens.
Schloss Wilhelmshoher - A Museum and Gallery
The view from the back of the museum!
The pond at the park.
Lowenburg Castle in the distance
The city of Kassel from the top of the hill.
So sorry I didn't get any pictures of the 4 waterfalls we saw or the swans. It was a bit darker near the falls. Next time we are there in the afternoon, I will try for better lighting. I still can't believe I live in this city. When it hits me, I will let you know! Happy Sunday!
One more, just to prove we were there ;)
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Tortilla Pies...you know just like frito pies, but with tortillas :)
Traditions and customs are different all over the world. A show of good manners from Texas could be insulting to someone in a new country. When in doubt, tread lightly and ask as many questions as possible. Oh, and smile graciously :)
So, we invited our first house guests this Thursday evening. I found everyone was looking around to see what each of us would do and everyone was careful with their words and manners. It sounds stuffy, but it wasn't! I took it as a great sign of respect from everyone. It was a very pleasant, relaxing evening and the conversation was brilliant.
Both people showed up with chocolates. Mental note to self, at house parties in Germany bring chocolate. Not surprising, chocolates in Germany are phenomenal. I haven't tried one yet that didn't make me close my eyes and moan. ;) Pia (our realtor/translator/ and hopefully my future shopping friend and girl trip companion) did mention she wanted to bring flowers, but waited to late. Living in Germany is improving my ability to listen on so many levels! Noted chocolate and/or flowers.
I made a huge pot of chili and was prepared to serve it a couple ways. I had wine and beer for the adults and tortilla chips and bread to go with chili. I offer to get a drink for Hemingway. He thinks. "I think for chili, wine would better, no?" "Usually, yes, but this chili has about 8 ounces of Martini Winterbreu in it so that it will pairly beautifully with beer, also," I respond. Huge grins all around, a few eyebrows lift, and he says with a sigh, "beer, then." Noted, people here also pair their food with their drinks. I didn't offer cocktails prior to dinner because we had none. No one mentioned it though and so I think it was cool.
The conversation went from films in every language to composers. Never being at a loss for words and laughter make me able to relax even with people we are just beginning to know. It was great fun. Hemingway was keen to talk about the presidential debates and Justin and I were quick to change the topic. haha I did tell Toni that he is quite famous I had been blogging about how I think he is like Hemingway. LONG PAUSE. I suddenly get nervous, "do you know Hemingway?" Hemmy, "I've read them all. I think there is one major difference. I am not a womanizer like he was." Laughs all around. "It was that Finnish woman I married." hahaha Perfect response for a perfect evening.
"I love to cook for people. Next time, I will make Beef Bourguignon," I say. "Not to be stereotypical, or draw conclusions," Hem says, "but that is the last thing I would expect you to make."
Justin quickly, "oh, my wife has always been European at heart." I give a coquettish grin, "I have always thought I was French .....Royalty in a past life. Pia grins the same grin, "Oh, me, too!" We instantly bond. The men just shake their heads. LOL
I bought dessert which I wouldn't normally do but....I don't have any of my recipes, measuring cups, etc AND why bake a dessert with two bakeries on my corner. I bought something that looked divine and should have stuffed with real flowers. It was a German Tree Cake. Everyone seems fine with me buying dessert, whew. When I asked if I should make coffee, Hemingway responded, "at this time of night?" My thoughts exactly. Noted.
Enough with the boring details of my dinner. When I went to wash the dishes, I found the chili pot looked like it had been licked clean. Totally empty. SCORE!
I can't wait until my next party - MEXICAN. It will be much easier with the few subtle lessons I learned this time around. I will wait until our container arrives so that I can send everyone home with sombreros! OLE!
So, we invited our first house guests this Thursday evening. I found everyone was looking around to see what each of us would do and everyone was careful with their words and manners. It sounds stuffy, but it wasn't! I took it as a great sign of respect from everyone. It was a very pleasant, relaxing evening and the conversation was brilliant.
Both people showed up with chocolates. Mental note to self, at house parties in Germany bring chocolate. Not surprising, chocolates in Germany are phenomenal. I haven't tried one yet that didn't make me close my eyes and moan. ;) Pia (our realtor/translator/ and hopefully my future shopping friend and girl trip companion) did mention she wanted to bring flowers, but waited to late. Living in Germany is improving my ability to listen on so many levels! Noted chocolate and/or flowers.
I made a huge pot of chili and was prepared to serve it a couple ways. I had wine and beer for the adults and tortilla chips and bread to go with chili. I offer to get a drink for Hemingway. He thinks. "I think for chili, wine would better, no?" "Usually, yes, but this chili has about 8 ounces of Martini Winterbreu in it so that it will pairly beautifully with beer, also," I respond. Huge grins all around, a few eyebrows lift, and he says with a sigh, "beer, then." Noted, people here also pair their food with their drinks. I didn't offer cocktails prior to dinner because we had none. No one mentioned it though and so I think it was cool.
The conversation went from films in every language to composers. Never being at a loss for words and laughter make me able to relax even with people we are just beginning to know. It was great fun. Hemingway was keen to talk about the presidential debates and Justin and I were quick to change the topic. haha I did tell Toni that he is quite famous I had been blogging about how I think he is like Hemingway. LONG PAUSE. I suddenly get nervous, "do you know Hemingway?" Hemmy, "I've read them all. I think there is one major difference. I am not a womanizer like he was." Laughs all around. "It was that Finnish woman I married." hahaha Perfect response for a perfect evening.
"I love to cook for people. Next time, I will make Beef Bourguignon," I say. "Not to be stereotypical, or draw conclusions," Hem says, "but that is the last thing I would expect you to make."
Justin quickly, "oh, my wife has always been European at heart." I give a coquettish grin, "I have always thought I was French .....Royalty in a past life. Pia grins the same grin, "Oh, me, too!" We instantly bond. The men just shake their heads. LOL
I bought dessert which I wouldn't normally do but....I don't have any of my recipes, measuring cups, etc AND why bake a dessert with two bakeries on my corner. I bought something that looked divine and should have stuffed with real flowers. It was a German Tree Cake. Everyone seems fine with me buying dessert, whew. When I asked if I should make coffee, Hemingway responded, "at this time of night?" My thoughts exactly. Noted.
Enough with the boring details of my dinner. When I went to wash the dishes, I found the chili pot looked like it had been licked clean. Totally empty. SCORE!
I can't wait until my next party - MEXICAN. It will be much easier with the few subtle lessons I learned this time around. I will wait until our container arrives so that I can send everyone home with sombreros! OLE!
Thursday, October 18, 2012
On the Tram
Yesterday, I was on the tram and stood up for my stop. As I leaned over to get Colt, the tram came to a complete emergency brake stop to avoid hitting a car. I went flying, literally. At least, Colt didn't. It did scare him though and I think we both may be slightly traumatized. I know, I am!
It's hard to be brave everyday! Today is one those days where don't want to leave the house because I don't feel like dealing with the uncertainty and hassle of not speaking German. I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a bus because well, I kinda have. But alas, we have a chili party tonight and what choice does a girl have when she has to grocery shop. Figuring out how to get my deposit back on my glass bottles was easier than I thought without the ability to speak Deutsche. So grateful, someone had the foresight to put pictures on the Recycle Machine for Dummies.
My goal for the week was two trips to the gym. My goal for the day was yoga, weights, grocer. So I did get my last bit of groceries, but I just didn't feel like conquering my first yoga class in German. Think about it. No one speaks ANY English at SheBody. Here is the list of stressful situations to arrive at yoga class to relax: front desk check in, getting my child to the daycare center and settled, figuring out how the lockers lock and unlock, borrowing a mat, and then the class (which I think will be the easy part).
Maybe tomorrow when I don't feel like I've been run over by a tram, I will brave pilates.
It's hard to be brave everyday! Today is one those days where don't want to leave the house because I don't feel like dealing with the uncertainty and hassle of not speaking German. I woke up feeling like I'd been run over by a bus because well, I kinda have. But alas, we have a chili party tonight and what choice does a girl have when she has to grocery shop. Figuring out how to get my deposit back on my glass bottles was easier than I thought without the ability to speak Deutsche. So grateful, someone had the foresight to put pictures on the Recycle Machine for Dummies.
My goal for the week was two trips to the gym. My goal for the day was yoga, weights, grocer. So I did get my last bit of groceries, but I just didn't feel like conquering my first yoga class in German. Think about it. No one speaks ANY English at SheBody. Here is the list of stressful situations to arrive at yoga class to relax: front desk check in, getting my child to the daycare center and settled, figuring out how the lockers lock and unlock, borrowing a mat, and then the class (which I think will be the easy part).
Maybe tomorrow when I don't feel like I've been run over by a tram, I will brave pilates.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Size DOES Matter
If Americans are synonymous with super-sizing, then Europeans have the market cornered on micro-sizing. From grocery stores to restaurants, the amounts here you receive are very tiny quantities of pure perfection. Micro suits me, but I suspect Justin is starving. (evil grin) Not that an entire pot of coffee doesn't have it's place (Sunday mornings, long chats with friends), but a shot of espresso makes my day. The flavor is more intense. The caffeine hits my blood stream more quickly. Espresso is a tiny cup of love. I even love the tiny cups, maybe it is from years of childhood tea parties. Dainty=fun.
Allow me to give some examples and you can compare for yourself the size you would buy in the states:
Packages of tortillas come in two sizes....large (US small) tortillas with 6 or XL (medium) with 4 in a package
Tortilla chips ...only one size 125 grams (@ 4 ounces and some chips are only 3 oz)
bananas LOL you may buy as many as you like, but the only choice in size is small @ 4-5 bites FOR COLT
peanut butter...one size 350 grams @11 0z)
milk ...the largest I have seen is a liter
You get the picture. It makes for frequent trips to grocery store which I prefer anyway because I like looking and it gets me out of the house. Within 3 blocks, I have my choice of 4 grocers: BioMarket, Tegut, Penny Markt, and a Family Farmer Market type place. That is only in one direction. Honestly, I haven't been the opposite direction yet.
The biggest benefit of micro-sizing is my change in attitude. It has no relationship to cost or quality. Small quantities make the three of us savor every bite. It's a miracle. Even though I enjoy grocery shopping, it is a chore with a two year old. Carrying or rolling two bags of groceries three blocks in the cold is hard! The less everyone eats, the less it feels like a chore. A 4 inch jar of PB is tiny, but I swear it last the entire week just like the 26 ounce jar I used to buy. Every one gets a thin layer now instead of globs.
Have I lost weight in two weeks? Hell, No! lol The one thing that is the same size is wine. 750ml of beautiful Bordeaux and we get to drink a bottle every night! All of my clothes do fit the same though and I now indulge in bakeries! I even wished I had a scale this morning. Micro-sizing has it's perks! All of the working out I used to do, seems so silly now. Weights for 15 minutes and day and a little yoga for my sanity and I'm done!
Oh the Bakeries in Germany will have to be a three part series! I am trying to stay out of them because everything is micro here cars, toilets, beds, etc. :)
Allow me to give some examples and you can compare for yourself the size you would buy in the states:
Packages of tortillas come in two sizes....large (US small) tortillas with 6 or XL (medium) with 4 in a package
Tortilla chips ...only one size 125 grams (@ 4 ounces and some chips are only 3 oz)
bananas LOL you may buy as many as you like, but the only choice in size is small @ 4-5 bites FOR COLT
peanut butter...one size 350 grams @11 0z)
milk ...the largest I have seen is a liter
You get the picture. It makes for frequent trips to grocery store which I prefer anyway because I like looking and it gets me out of the house. Within 3 blocks, I have my choice of 4 grocers: BioMarket, Tegut, Penny Markt, and a Family Farmer Market type place. That is only in one direction. Honestly, I haven't been the opposite direction yet.
The biggest benefit of micro-sizing is my change in attitude. It has no relationship to cost or quality. Small quantities make the three of us savor every bite. It's a miracle. Even though I enjoy grocery shopping, it is a chore with a two year old. Carrying or rolling two bags of groceries three blocks in the cold is hard! The less everyone eats, the less it feels like a chore. A 4 inch jar of PB is tiny, but I swear it last the entire week just like the 26 ounce jar I used to buy. Every one gets a thin layer now instead of globs.
Have I lost weight in two weeks? Hell, No! lol The one thing that is the same size is wine. 750ml of beautiful Bordeaux and we get to drink a bottle every night! All of my clothes do fit the same though and I now indulge in bakeries! I even wished I had a scale this morning. Micro-sizing has it's perks! All of the working out I used to do, seems so silly now. Weights for 15 minutes and day and a little yoga for my sanity and I'm done!
Oh the Bakeries in Germany will have to be a three part series! I am trying to stay out of them because everything is micro here cars, toilets, beds, etc. :)
Sunday, October 14, 2012
The Rules of Engagement
85% of communication is non-verbal. This is great news for three people who don't speak German in Kassel. A first impression is created in 9 seconds. More good news.
Elderly people here amaze me. They take the stairs even when there is an elevator. They are active and continue to walk great distances even with walkers and groceries. Hoisting themselves and their walkers onto the tram full of people, they go on about their lives as if they were 30, not 80. It's impressive.
The other day an older lady fell on the sidewalk. We rushed over. Nice people world-wide do and say the exact same things, so language is irrelevant. It never occurred to any of us that we spoke different languages. The scenario MAY have been like this, lol.
English Us running over (look of shock): Oh, my god. Are you ok?
German Lady holding up her hands: I think so, I don't seem to be bleeding. (My best guess)
Me (stroking her hair and helping her up): Are you sure you are OK? Did you hit your head?
Her (touching the side of her face): No, I think I'm ok. (points down to the uneven step) I think I fell on that. (grimace, hint of smile)
Me: I know. It's ok as long as you are ok. (smiling and patting her arm)
Her: Danke Shoen
Me: Bitte Shoen (Finally words I know!)
It's like this. People are people. The same events happen all over the world to everyone.
People are heartbroken, babies are born, accidents happen and people get married. Words aren't nearly as important as:
a warm, sincere smile
a helping hand
a hug
etc
Elderly people here amaze me. They take the stairs even when there is an elevator. They are active and continue to walk great distances even with walkers and groceries. Hoisting themselves and their walkers onto the tram full of people, they go on about their lives as if they were 30, not 80. It's impressive.
The other day an older lady fell on the sidewalk. We rushed over. Nice people world-wide do and say the exact same things, so language is irrelevant. It never occurred to any of us that we spoke different languages. The scenario MAY have been like this, lol.
English Us running over (look of shock): Oh, my god. Are you ok?
German Lady holding up her hands: I think so, I don't seem to be bleeding. (My best guess)
Me (stroking her hair and helping her up): Are you sure you are OK? Did you hit your head?
Her (touching the side of her face): No, I think I'm ok. (points down to the uneven step) I think I fell on that. (grimace, hint of smile)
Me: I know. It's ok as long as you are ok. (smiling and patting her arm)
Her: Danke Shoen
Me: Bitte Shoen (Finally words I know!)
It's like this. People are people. The same events happen all over the world to everyone.
People are heartbroken, babies are born, accidents happen and people get married. Words aren't nearly as important as:
a warm, sincere smile
a helping hand
a hug
etc
Friday, October 12, 2012
Chocolate covered espresso treats
Yesterday was a beautiful day of sunshine for Kassel so we decided to skip Colt's afternoon nap and take a lazy river cruise down the Fulda River. Although I translated the website page by page, I couldn't figure out if we needed tickets prior or could just pay on board. A few of the details escaped me. Willing to be flexible though and change plans if necessary, we set out to the river. We happened upon an event or party. Either way, all of the people at the boat dock knew each other and spoke German. No problem, the captain said not to worry and took our euros. The views were amazing and well worth cheating Colt's nap. The boat was meant to turn at a halfway mark and return to Kassel. It is obvious we are nearing the halfway mark and suddenly the boat docks. AND EVERYONE EXITS! Justin and I look at each other and then with butterflies in our tummies we wait. No one comes over to tell us to disembark. I'm not sure if this makes me feel better or more anxious, lol.
We enjoyed the rest of our return trip uneventfully and drink more bier.
Starving and very tired we search for a restaurant near the boat docks. We find a charming Italian place. The food and service were excellent. Knowing the baby was tired, the waiter brings tiny chocolates individually wrapped and says, "treats for the baby". Bribing Colt to finish his pizza, we give him three "treats." Then, I eat one. Horrified, I look at Justin and say, "I'm not 100 percent sure, but I'm pretty sure they are chocolate covered coffee beans." We stare open-mouthed at each other. Then, I start laughing. Really laughing. As in, I can't stop laughing! We tap the waiter on the arm and inquire. "Oh no," he says, "chocolate covered ESPRESSO beans."
The baby was no longer tired. :)
We enjoyed the rest of our return trip uneventfully and drink more bier.
Starving and very tired we search for a restaurant near the boat docks. We find a charming Italian place. The food and service were excellent. Knowing the baby was tired, the waiter brings tiny chocolates individually wrapped and says, "treats for the baby". Bribing Colt to finish his pizza, we give him three "treats." Then, I eat one. Horrified, I look at Justin and say, "I'm not 100 percent sure, but I'm pretty sure they are chocolate covered coffee beans." We stare open-mouthed at each other. Then, I start laughing. Really laughing. As in, I can't stop laughing! We tap the waiter on the arm and inquire. "Oh no," he says, "chocolate covered ESPRESSO beans."
The baby was no longer tired. :)
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Vicariously through whom?
Hemmy: My mother-in-law is a BEAST. A Beast I tell you. (Big eyes through Big glasses)
J&N: Ah, yes, we know. No one ever likes their MIL. Always the joke. (haha)
Hemmy: No, reeeally. She is 92. One time she ask me, 'do you think I will live to 100?' Unfortunately, yes, yes, I know you will. (grimace....straight face)
Justin and I were both laughing hysterically. Hemingway never cracked a smile.
He looks just like the old man in UP. But. He is anything but grumpy and even more animated than his cartoon counterpart. His passion for living is usually only found in youth. Big, burly, and perpetually scruffy is putting it mildly.
Here are a list of his passions:
Fishing in Alaska
Chopping wood
Drinking Beer
Adventure traveling
People read for different reasons. When Hemingway and I were first introduced, I was in high school. Reading brought friends into my life that I couldn't find in real life, but desperately needed. I was fascinated with the Lost Generation from every perspective literature, art, drinking, etc. It is miraculous really that I now find myself living next door to the character in all the books I used to love. I moved right next door to my best friend from HS. Amazing. I can't wait to challenge him to a boxing match! Even at 60, he will kick my ass!
J&N: Ah, yes, we know. No one ever likes their MIL. Always the joke. (haha)
Hemmy: No, reeeally. She is 92. One time she ask me, 'do you think I will live to 100?' Unfortunately, yes, yes, I know you will. (grimace....straight face)
Justin and I were both laughing hysterically. Hemingway never cracked a smile.
He looks just like the old man in UP. But. He is anything but grumpy and even more animated than his cartoon counterpart. His passion for living is usually only found in youth. Big, burly, and perpetually scruffy is putting it mildly.
Here are a list of his passions:
Fishing in Alaska
Chopping wood
Drinking Beer
Adventure traveling
People read for different reasons. When Hemingway and I were first introduced, I was in high school. Reading brought friends into my life that I couldn't find in real life, but desperately needed. I was fascinated with the Lost Generation from every perspective literature, art, drinking, etc. It is miraculous really that I now find myself living next door to the character in all the books I used to love. I moved right next door to my best friend from HS. Amazing. I can't wait to challenge him to a boxing match! Even at 60, he will kick my ass!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Living Next Door to Hemingway
Moving is a difficult transition. The further away from home you travel the difficulty exponentially increases. Traveling across several time zones was the easy part. The train station in Frankfurt is attached to the airport. Simple, right? Our flight miraculously arrived on time and so did our all of our luggage. Cake. After a long sigh of relief, we loaded up our mountain of suitcases on a cart to make our direct train in an hour. All we had to do was transport six 50 pound suitcases, one stroller and a two year old who hadn't eaten breakfast to platform 8 for the long distance trains. With a total of 8 wheels and 4 hands, off we roll confidently.
Long story, short: functional elevators are few and far between. We did finally find one, but it was so far away we lost track of where we were, only to find we needed to go up a flight of steps right back from whence we came. We illegally tried to use the escalators only to be scolded by airport security because of the baby. in the stroller. staring back at me as the front end goes upward. hearing I'm scared. I'm scared. After finally finding the long distance trains, there is no platform 8 because surprise! Our tickets which we so intelligently printed in the US are from a different train station and the direct train has already left. With the kindness of a stranger, we load all of our luggage onto the a train and only have to make one connection at the main station. We arrive at Frankfurt Main in 10 minutes and she helps us unload. Brilliant. 11 whole minutes to the platform beside us, cool. Except, it is down a flight of stairs and up flight another stairs with 6 suitcases, a stroller, and one angry, hangry baby. lol. I was too tired to cry, honestly! We manage to arrive in Kassel find Hemingway not in his office or anywhere near his phone. Sunday! Oh mein gott!
After a night of intermittent sleep, we walk across the street and meet our delightful new neighbor. A hemingway type who I can't wait to tell you all about tomorrow! Figuratively speaking, of course.
Long story, short: functional elevators are few and far between. We did finally find one, but it was so far away we lost track of where we were, only to find we needed to go up a flight of steps right back from whence we came. We illegally tried to use the escalators only to be scolded by airport security because of the baby. in the stroller. staring back at me as the front end goes upward. hearing I'm scared. I'm scared. After finally finding the long distance trains, there is no platform 8 because surprise! Our tickets which we so intelligently printed in the US are from a different train station and the direct train has already left. With the kindness of a stranger, we load all of our luggage onto the a train and only have to make one connection at the main station. We arrive at Frankfurt Main in 10 minutes and she helps us unload. Brilliant. 11 whole minutes to the platform beside us, cool. Except, it is down a flight of stairs and up flight another stairs with 6 suitcases, a stroller, and one angry, hangry baby. lol. I was too tired to cry, honestly! We manage to arrive in Kassel find Hemingway not in his office or anywhere near his phone. Sunday! Oh mein gott!
After a night of intermittent sleep, we walk across the street and meet our delightful new neighbor. A hemingway type who I can't wait to tell you all about tomorrow! Figuratively speaking, of course.
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