Waiting Room Table: a Still Life. For a society obsessed with privacy, zee Germans have such a weird way of handling medical appointments and prescriptions. One has to announce and describe to the admin behind the front desk, and to everyone else in range, in explicit and repetitive detail, exactly what is happening to your body and why you have arrived to spend time in their office. Such conversation is then repeated to the pharmacist downstairs.
I shall bring earplugs next time. I don’t want to know.
My sweet girl left this morning for her class graduation trip to Berlin. Apparently, I’m the only parent who asked for a trip itinerary. Martin, who is the president of the school’s parent-teacher group, laughed at me.
We visited the Stasi Museum in what was the headquarters campus of the MfS (the Ministry for State Security) to spy, terrorize, manipulate and control its own people in East Germany. I paid a little extra to get the photography button.
This is a display depicting the enemy: Western culture, Iron Maiden, and agents of NATO. I would not have been well liked in Eastern Germany.
6:05 a.m. –I am definitely not a morning person, but we are up very early for a flight, running away to Berlin for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary and my birthday (later this month), so yeah, I‘m on board with my favorite travel partner.
It’s that time of year again!!! The Tübingen Fasnet Parade is a chance to chase out the winter witches and goblins. What a fun afternoon! This tradition and the city dates back centuries, and the energy is always so good. Although one of the kids was pretty over it after about 15 minutes (I’ll let you guess), the rest all seemed to have a great time!
Research indicates there is growing negative sentiment in Germany against Americans, mostly on the political side, but nevertheless, my family (to include those in the States) continues to take our role as ambassadors VERY seriously.
This is the box my father in Ohio sent to my brother-in-law in Bavaria.