After spending the past four Christmas seasons in rural Ohio—bereft of any over-the-top lights and displays
contests—I am so thankful for this holiday opulence. Good work, Germany.
It’s hard to believe, but in exactly one month’s time, I will be on my way home for a glorious, two-week winter holiday.
When I sit down to write these text posts, I inevitably draw a blank. I’m coming to terms with the fact that I am plagued with an internet self-consciousness that will inevitably ensure I have no real future as a blogger. Nevertheless, a few recent observations (for all—what, 10 of you*?—out there reading this) (*Mom):
Modern—and by modern, I mean “commercialized, Nestles-and-Hershey-sponsored American”—Halloween came to Germany a few years ago, but it’s still a horse of a different color. As I learned by committing a major goof, kids are expected to look, well, scary on Halloween—princess costumes are out of the question, and you’re not getting out the front door without some fake blood or green slime on your tiny face. (I should mention, however, that despite the proliferation of ghouls, ghosts, demons, witches and skeletons I met while Trick-or-Treating with the youngest, there were also quite a few Spidermans thrown in there, so maybe the times are changing…)
Oh, and despite incurring the wrath of the no-nonsense employees of the Ausländerbehörde, I have been granted my au-pair visa! (Perhaps someday I will publish the nightmare story of applying for said visa and nearly being deported, but for now, let’s just leave that in the traumatic past).
And lest you think all of this is too exciting: yesterday, I waited in line for over an hour—in rapidly dropping temperatures—for the creme de la creme of dönerkebaps. (If you’ve ever had one from here, you know that it was worth every freezing minute).
Until next time, my adoring public*!