tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988825515959995442024-03-21T19:41:17.364+01:00Ein neuer Schritt, eine neue ZeitMeiner Aufenthalt in dem USA - eine Zwischenzeit, aber eine volle Zeit.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-81305172709695061492010-09-16T18:09:00.000+02:002010-09-16T18:09:07.753+02:00Erstens nur ein kleinen Schritt nach ein anderen...in meinen Leben und auch in diesem Blog. Mein Ziel und Hoffnung ist durch dieses Blog meinen Deutsch zu verbessern und euch meinen Alltag hier in Philadelphia mitzuteilen. Das heißt, wenn ich ein Fehler mache, möchte ich es wissen. Wenn ihr fragen habt oder was genaues über mein Leben hier wissen möchtet, frag mir einfach dass ich schreiben kann was euch interessiert. ;) Leider bin ich hier nicht daran gewöhnt mit meinen Kamera rumzulaufen und Fotos zu machen, aber ich versuche vielleicht mit mein Handy ein paar Bilder zu machen dass ihr ein kleines Geschmäck Philadelphia (aber nicht der Käse, haha) haben dürft.<br />
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Also, gibt es eigentlich irgendwas neues bei mir? Auf Jedenfall. Alles ist gleichzeitig neue und alt, gewöhnlich und fremd, leicht und schwierig. Einige sehr liebe und nette Freundinnen hier haben mit mir Zeit verbracht, geredet, gelacht, und mir getröstet. Ich bin Gott sehr dankbar dass er diese bestimmten Leute mir gegeben hat. Sie machen die schweren Tagen leichter und die guten Tagen besser. Ich wünsche auch dass ich für sie auch da sein kann wenn sie Jemand brauchen, dass mein Leben in dem folgenden Monaten nicht nur um mich geht.<br />
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Bei der Café wo ich damals schaffte, darf ich ein paar Tage im September arbeiten um ein bisschen Geld zu verdienen, aber ich suche immer noch nach eine Stelle wo ich bis Januar arbeiten darf. Ein Zimmer in einem Haus ist schon da wo ich einziehen darf, aber ich muss es erst irgendwie finanzieren. :)<br />
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In nur 8 Tage geht's nach Texas, und ich freue mich schon auf meine Familie und Freunde und auf das leckere Essen. ;) Ich wünsche euch alle ein gutes Einsteig nach dem Urlaub wieder in der Arbeit, dem nächsten Schuljahr, oder einfach im Leben egal was vor euch steht. Gottes Segen und Freude.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-59036650905674075412010-08-30T09:22:00.000+02:002010-08-30T09:22:38.044+02:00the end is near......no, not of the world, but of my world as I have known it for the last year. I am sitting at my desk, with a bare room around me (having already packed?! who is this person who actually packs in advance? No worries, I will probably still pack all my clothes at the last minute.) Yesterday was my last day of "vacation", which was brought to a good end with a weekend on the lake with my best friends here, who have been with me since the beginning. Now I have one more week of work, and then I fly up and away and across the ocean. My heart is tearing a bit at the seams, it is so full. I feel like there is a death-match going on inside between all the conflicting emotions. On the one side, I am so thankful for this time here, and cannot describe how blessed I have been by the friends who have welcomed me in. At the same time, I cannot put into words how much I will miss them and yearn for their company again - oh, yeah, the sadness emotion just gave my other emotions a ringer, time to go to the corners and regroup - and...back at it again. As I was saying, the amazing friends here make it extremely hard to leave, even when I know I will come and see them again. On top of all that, I must say goodbye to the two little girls who have worked their way into my heart. Despite long days that tried my patience, I treasure the time I have had with them, getting to know them, learning to love them, and teaching them new things. That goodbye will probably be one of the hardest I have ever had to make.<br />
Then on the other side, the excitement at seeing my dear friends in Philly again, the joy of being with family, and the adventure of starting something new keeps me going and striving towards the next thing. Through this whole process, I have learned to take it one step at a time - not rushing too far ahead, and also not trying to hang on to what is in the past. One thing that I have always struggled with - putting myself out there and looking for jobs, and most of all, being persistent in that search - has been a huge place of growth. I have applied to more jobs than I can count - in both German and English - and stayed on top of the whole process, even when it felt like nothing was happening. I am still keeping my eyes forward, even as plans shift and my future is uncertain. I am hoping to be in Philadelphia until the new year, but as I now know, that plan could also change. I pray, and ask for your prayers as well, that I would simply stay as close as possible to God's side, walking step-in-step, and not straying out of His presence, because that is also where I will find the strength and comfort to keep going on.<br />
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And now, I will say thank you, for all who have kept in touch and cared to see what my life here has been all about. I appreciate all the words of encouragement and the questions that showed your interest in my life here in this world. I hope to also return that encouragement and interest, and stay invested in these new friendships that I have begun here, as well as those which I already have and want to stay involved in. May God's blessings follow you in every day, and His mercy refresh you each morning. Peace.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-48017190273088412972010-07-30T09:56:00.000+02:002010-07-30T09:56:41.790+02:00if this were a choose-your-own-adventure story......then these might be some of your options:<br />
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Adventure #1: Bethany finds a job in Germany that begins just one month after she leaves. The next few weeks are consumed with packing and finding a new place to live, as well as getting the process to acquire an "Arbeitsvisum" started. Much running back and forth and professional discussions and filling out of forms ensues. When the time to fly back to the States arrives, she basically goes straight from packing and planning to the airport to jump on the plane. The next four weeks are a whirlwind of visiting friends in Philly and Texas, taking care of matters on the Stateside, packing once again, and preparing for another move across the ocean. Once the time finally arrives, she stretches her wings again and takes flight, hoping that the next six-month-long or year-long position turns into something permanent.<br />
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Adventure #2: Bethany does not find a job in Germany before she leaves, and therefore must wrap things up here, pack things up, and move a bit more of her life back to the States. Applications are being continually sent out, and plans are made to return in the winter, before the next hiring cycle begins in February. A secondary search is begun for a part-time job in the States, to earn some money that can be used to survive for the first three months on a tourist visa in Germany, if need be, before a job starts. German conversation groups will be sought out, and many hours spent on Skype catching up with friends here and keeping the language in use. After the holidays, she packs up again and takes off for the next determined push to find a job here that utilizes both her fashion skills and her growing language capacity.<br />
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Adventure #3: Bethany does not find a job in Germany, and instead begins looking at school options, because coming as a student is much easier than finding a job. After researching some schools and what she might be interested in, she begins the process of filling out applications, while at the same time looking for a job in the States to begin funding the school adventure. The general direction is language, as her Italian could also use a little brushing up, and there are new languages to be learned. Besides, if working as a fashion designer in Germany doesn't work out, there are countries nearby that might also be of interest. Most of all, school would buy her time to complete an internship in Germany, which would be very valuable to put on the resumé.<br />
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Adventure #4: There is no telling what will happen, and you will just have to wait and find out...<br />
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Take your pick. Fortunately, there is a better Storyteller than I writing the plot, and knowing that He loves His characters and already has the end in mind, I will trust that however suspenseful this next chapter is, it will culminate in a much more exciting ending than I could ever come up with.<br />
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Here is a final update and apology: I took a five day trip and visited two countries - Austria and Slovenia - and only have one picture to show for it. Yes, world-traveler-Bethany forgot her camera, and to be honest, really did not regret it too much, as I was too busy spending time with friends and experiencing life there to stop and take many photos. There were some pictures taken during a rappelling and cliff-jumping adventure, but I don't have access to them at the moment, so you will just have to wait a while before seeing pictures of some beautiful Slovenian scenery and yours truly jumping off of rock ledges into crystal clear pools of water. Instead, I will leave you with my one photo, chronicling my journey to Vienna on what I dubbed "The Hungarian Express" - a bit misleading - it was definitely Hungarian, but not so "express". :)<br />
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However, Saturday was an exception to the rule, and as the temperature climbed into the mid-90s, I began to wish for spring again. But that was only because on Saturday, I didn't have the possibility of cooling myself off at the pool - instead I was in a hot, stuffy classroom in Stuttgart, taking the Goethe Institute German proficiency exam which is the culmination of the last two years of hard work. I don't know what the normal time allotment is to go from zero German knowledge to a business level ability, but learning so much in two years has stretched and challenged me in many ways. But, as you all know by now (I hope), I do LOVE a good challenge. ;-) After a lot of stress and worry that built up as my day of reckoning with the German language grew nearer, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders when the exam was done. Overall, I feel confident in how I did - it was by no means perfect, and I could think back over the mistakes I made - but there is no help in that. I finished. I believe I passed. In 6-8 weeks, I will receive the results and let you know how it really went.<br />
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As soon as I finished my exam, I literally ran out the door to catch the first train over to the church where I was spending the rest of my evening watching the second half of the Germany vs. Argentina game, giving God thanks for taking me this far at the youth service that night, and diving into a new experience with the prayer night from midnight till 6am. Watching that game was crazy - feeling so much a part of the experience (even more so than when I was in Italy four years ago), and cheering alongside the Germans who were able to see their young team pull off a victory that others (ahem, France, Italy, Brazil) had not been able to achieve. The rest of the evening was spent celebrating and enjoying the company of others as we all met for a common purpose - not the joy of a soccer game, but the joy of a God who is with us, who is mightier than our struggles, and who rejoices over us.<br />
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With a few goals reached and others standing before me, I am forging ahead on this next path. My time is filled with job searching and sending out new applications. The time here is slipping past, and I am looking forward to the upcoming vacation when I can savor some time with friends before I make the trek back across the ocean for a little catching-up time. I still have places to visit and people to see - Vienna, Switzerland, and for some local fun, Bodensee. Now I leave you with some long-awaited (by me, at least) pictures from my parent's trip here at the end of April. (sorry, all I have is a link - couldn't get a nice picture to show up this time.) They even have captions, so that you can follow along. :) I love how nicely organized they are. Enjoy, and till next time.<br />
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Part of watching the world cup includes the grill parties that go along with them. It is becoming quite normal to see a little round grill set up with sausages sitting on top, turning a nice crispy brown. Even here I feel the irresistible urge to be near the grill, to work with the fire, and turn the meat. :) Simply feels like home, when I get to do that. The best sort of grill parties are the ones up in the hills around Stuttgart, surrounded by vineyards, sitting on the grass in the shade or tossing a frisbee with friends.<br />
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Since March, when the weather finally let up from snowing every week, I have been back on the road, jogging through the fields and vineyards near our house. In May, I saw a poster for a 10K here in Waiblingen, and since I haven't done a race since the 10-mile race in Philly a year ago, I decided to join in. Good thing I did, and trained a bit for it too, because it paid off. In a relatively small field of competition, I was able to come in 8th place for women overall (122nd from the whole group), and 2nd place in my age group (20-30). It felt so good to compete wholeheartedly at something, and win for the first time as well. Around the same time, I began playing soccer with a few friends on Friday evenings. This is an area where victory often eludes me - I think I have hurt myself as much running alone with the soccer ball as when I am engaged in play with another person. :)<br />
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Besides these things, I have been also occupied with the family a lot. Summer also means more parties and events that they want to go to together, or for example, a trip to the grandparents that we made by train last week. Let me just say, surviving seven hours in a train with two children under the age of 4 is quite a feat indeed - and we did it twice. For me, it was lovely to see a new city (Potsdam, a little outside of Berlin) and get out alone on the bicycle and explore. We got to spend some good time together as well, and I was thankful for that, as the time is flying by. I am preparing for my German language exam, writing cover letters and getting ready to apply for jobs. My summer travels are being planned, and my time post-au-pair is also starting to be roughly planned out. Things are moving and shaking, and I'm just trying to keep my balance in the midst of it. I look forward to what is coming next.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-5424480239399564902010-05-14T16:53:00.004+02:002010-05-14T16:56:48.808+02:00hours filled with work, play, and lifeDuring the past few weeks, life has followed a fairly steady routine, which has also been pleasantly interrupted by special events. As April moved along, the sun warmed up the plants and the air, and everything bloomed into fullness in thankfulness. I joined in by spending all my spare moments in the outdoors, whether during lunch, while I studied more German grammar, or sat on a bench watching the girls play on the playground. Each day after picking the girls up from kindergarten, we would almost always immediately go back outside, riding bikes or bobbycars, dancing in the newly green grass, or building a sand tower.<br />
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At the end of April came two important things: first, there is the day that I add another year onto my age, and second, I had special guests to spend that day with me. My parents flew across several states and an ocean and part of Europe to spend just six short days living life with me in Germany. We had a wonderful time exploring my corner of Germany, taking some new adventures that I hadn't even experienced yet, and getting to know the people who surround me here and make life here as good as it is. There will be pictures coming soon, from their cameras, as I spent most of my time just seeing things anew, from their perspective.<br />
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A week ago, I had planned to have my friends over for a belated birthday celebration, and to grill and hang out outside and enjoy the spring weather. Well, the weather has played a cruel joke, and the last two weeks have been like being in March again, which for us means rainy, gray, and cold. There was even snow last week in the Black Forest. Ridiculous. This called for a change of plans, therefore I made a huge batch of curry, a giant pot of rice, and fed the steady stream of friends who came over. We ate and talked and laughed and then played the biggest, rowdiest, most hilarious game of UNO you could ever see. My friends here have an extra list of rules that they play with, which includes drawing a card if you ask a question, so our phrasing becomes quite creative.<br />
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The other details of life at the moment include searching for jobs, working on my resumé, filing forms and making copies. My next huge step is a German proficiency test in July, which I will continue studying and preparing for during the following month and a half. I am encouraged by the feedback I have received from those I talk to here, but I also know that I have far to go. Good thing I have always loved a challenge. Now I must rest, and enjoy the vacation my body has forced upon me, when it woke up sick this morning. Life, in all its normalcy, goes on here as well.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-16717153873113819732010-04-12T10:37:00.001+02:002010-04-12T10:38:13.291+02:00Pause, rewind, and...play!I lied. I definitely did NOT post as much in February, and then not at all in March. Well. That is how life goes sometimes. Now you just get one huge post bursting with photos and stories and who knows what else.<br />
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(Quick side note - I realized that when I said "rewind", I was thinking of a cassette tape. OLD SCHOOL)<br />
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My month of February finished in a whirlwind of trying to figure out a new German class (skipping two levels ahead of where I was!), getting ready for a friend to visit, and praying for winter to finally end. We enjoyed a couple weeks of warmer weather, and then just as Jamie arrived, winter hit again in full force. We froze in Salzburg, but braved the weather to see the city and go on the oh-so-touristy but once-in-a-lifetime experience of the Sound of Music Tour.<br />
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After our time together, I had one weekend here at home alone, while the family was away to celebrate the grandmother's birthday. It was a VERY quiet, relaxing time, but of course, as I always do when I have free time...I fill it up! Cause that is what is for, right? ;-) So I hung out with friends a lot, and got to know some of my new classmates a little better as well. As the weather warmed up again, the girls and I spent more time outdoors. Carlina started demonstrating how fast she could ride her bike, and I tried to teach her how to use the brakes. As Easter approached, the family prepared for their vacation, and I made plans with Marisa to make our Paris and Berlin tour.<br />
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I suppose I have always been a little bit cynical about Paris, simply because I have heard so many people go on and on about it. I wasn't expecting anything that special, but I couldn't help it...I absolutely fell in love with Paris. We thoroughly enjoyed our time there, and then had a relaxing visit to Berlin, and then enjoyed the sunny weather here back at home in Waiblingen. After delivering her to the airport, I continued on to a retreat with my church over Easter weekend. It was wonderful to take some time away, relax, enjoy time with friends, and focus on the meaning of that weekend, from the quiet, meditation of Good Friday, to the rejoicing of Easter Sunday.<br />
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Now we have entered April, and spring finally is here indeed. The weather continues to waver between warm and cool, but the flowers and trees all heartily declare that the new season has begun. My favorite part is the Forsythia - these have always been one of my favorite plants to see blooming in Texas, and I was delighted to find them here as well, throwing bright splashes of yellow across the gray and green landscape. (Thus, the new blog color scheme as well.) We took a trip to the zoo, and thoroughly enjoyed seeing the different animals. Check it out here: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=171739&id=652306217&l=8b4500882d">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=171739&id=652306217&l=8b4500882d</a><br />
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That wraps it all up for now. Time for me to get to work, study some German, and put together an updated resume. More to come soon.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-53124309029382566992010-02-10T14:05:00.000+01:002010-02-10T14:05:24.582+01:00the long wait for springHere we are, starting our third month of winter. I am thankful for two things: first, that I had a long winter in Philadelphia last year to prepare me for this year; second, that I am having a more mild winter here than Philadelphia has had. You have my sincerest sympathy, Philadelphians, but I am still happy to have avoided the blizzards. :-) After returning from my travels during the Christmas vacation, I jumped right back into life. Those first three weeks back were some of the most difficult weeks that I have had so far. I was very happy to be home, to not be hopping from one city to the next, and to reconnect with my friends here. Yet it was also a time where some of my personal struggles reached a climax. However, through that I have found opportunities to deepen some of my friendships here, and also strengthen those spanning the continents. My experience here is continuing to teach me a lot. I don't want that to sound selfish - as if I am here only to GET something out of it. I want to learn in order to be able to put myself aside, and focus on the people around me - whether those who live in the same house as I do, or those who I meet in my travels. That is much easier said than done, but hey, I still have plenty of time to keep learning. :-)<br />
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For the last weekend in January, I planned another trip, this time to Spain. A close friend of mine, who I lived with in college, currently lives and teaches English there. We were able to spend four days together, exploring the city, drinking coffee, eating incredible food, and learning the ins-and-outs of the Spanish monarchy family tree while perusing room after room of incredible paintings at the Prado. We spent five hours in that museum, and still only conquered one floor. After that, a glass of wine and some lighter conversation were definitely in order. We also cooked together, like old times, and had plenty of (mis)adventures as well. Take a peek at sunny, colorful Madrid:<br />
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This month won't deviate too much from the routine, but it has already had its share of long days, interesting experiences, and new friends. You will hear from me more often than in the last month, if for no other reason than I will be here at my house a lot this month, either for work or school reasons. As I sit and drink my coffee, looking at the fresh dusting of snow from last night, I look forward eagerly to the ground thawing, new growth springing up, and new buds opening. Until then, I'll just add another cozy shawl and take on whatever winter brings.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-69917335832712135302010-01-14T16:10:00.000+01:002010-01-14T16:10:43.792+01:00the week when I stayed overnight in THREE countries and in SIX citiesAfter a lovely week spent with my brother and sister-in-law (country and city #1), I made the long (in time, not distance) trek back to my home near Stuttgart, and 9 hours after arriving there was back on the road again to meet some travelers coming from the States. A friend from Philly and his brother wanted to come and see all that they possibly could see in six days. The whirlwind tour is admittedly not my personal style to travel, but I also understand that if you are only given a small window of time to travel in Europe, you will want to make the most of your time. With that in mind, we had planned out a course back and forth across Germany with a short detour into the Czech Republic.<br />
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</div>On the day that they arrived - a cold, snowy day in Frankfurt - we walked around that city a bit, then picked up our rental car and hit the road to Prague. My friend was always in the driver's seat, since I am still younger than the normal car rental age, but for the first couple legs of the trip, I was copiloting, translating signs from German into English, and running the in-car drink and snack service (you're welcome, driver). A 5-hour drive turned into a painful 6-hour drive (in which none of us had slept more than 3 hours the night before) and the highways were completely covered in ice and snow for the last half of the trip. By the time we reached snow-covered Prague (country and city #2), we were all a little cranky, hungry, and tired. Thankfully, the very kind concierge at our hotel recommended a non-touristy restaurant, where we feasted on traditional Czech food and beer.<br />
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</div>We awoke the next morning to a fresh layer of snow and a fantastic view of the city we were about to explore. We left early from the hotel, drove into the city, then wandered about in the general direction of our final destination: the castle. On the way, we were able to see a traditional Christmas market, visit some incredible churches, and eat some delicious food. Prague was everything I had hoped it would be - beautiful and almost fairy-tale like, especially covered in snow, which only enhanced the inherent charm of the city. For lunch, I ate a warm, hearty serving of goulash in a bread bowl. However, all too soon we needed to be on the road again, in order to make it to Munich by dinner time. I said my goodbyes to Prague, with a promise to be back as soon as possible.<br />
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After checking into our hostel in Munich (country and city #3), I took my friends to my favorite restaurant there - the Augustiner Braustuben (which is connected to the Augustiner brewery). There we ate such traditional Bavarian foods as Schweinehaxen (pork knuckle), Bauernente (roasted duck), and Bauern-Hendl (roasted chicken) with the usual sides of potato salad, dumplings, and blaukraut (sweet red cabbage), washed down by delicious Augustiner beer, of course. For me, visiting this city that I fell in love with last March was like seeing a long lost friend. I didn't even take any pictures, because I enjoyed simply being there. In the morning, we took a walking tour with a tour guide that I had in March. It was a wonderful way to acquaint my friends with the Bavarian culture, with an overview of German history and how Munich has played such a key role.<br />
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From Munich we drove back home (for me, and city #4) to spend New Year's Eve, or as it is called here, Silvester, in Stuttgart. After getting settled at my house, we drove into the city, found an Italian restaurant that was luckily open (almost everything shuts down here on that night), then walked around central Stuttgart, dodging fireworks that were rolling across the streets and going off around every corner. In Germany, there is no law against doing fireworks in the middle of the city. When we spontaneously decided to go ice skating on a small, outside (seasonal) rink in the center, there were random fireworks shooting off above us. This was my first time on the ice in several years, and after skating awkwardly around the rink once or twice, a beautiful, graceful older woman motioned me aside and explained, in German, how to bend my knees, balance my weight on the ice, and not look so much like a penguin. I tried again, and continued to watch as she glided swiftly and delicately across the ice, in a long winter coat that swept out around her as she slid smoothly around the curves. A while later, she pulled me aside once more to give me a quick lesson on keeping my feet parallel and bending/leaning at the knees to turn side to side. That was the first magical moment of my night. The next came after we had driven up one of the many hills surrounding Stuttgart, in search of a good spot to watch the fireworks at midnight. There, through the friendliness of the younger brother, we met a kind German couple and their friend who invited us to come along with them to the best spot, where several other people were gathered with their bubbly drinks and bags and boxes of fireworks. Here, there isn't one single fireworks show at midnight. Everyone buys their own, and at the stroke of midnight, the entire city explodes in light and color. The clamor and flashing and cheers lasted for at least the following 45 minutes. We toasted and wished our friends a "Gutes neues Jahr!"<br />
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After sleeping late the following morning, catching up on some much needed rest, we ate a leisurely breakfast, then drove to Berlin (city #5). By then, the routine was pretty much set - we would stop along the way, purchase our travel snacks of coffee, pretzels and gummi candy, and then play 20 questions or listen to music to pass the time. After checking into our hotel in Berlin, we wanted something quick and filling for dinner - so what other option is there besides some good döner?! This is a typical Turkish fast food here, with meat freshly roasted on a spit, falafel, veggies, and sauce stuffed inside a pita-like bread. So satisfying. And very Berlin. We did a walking tour of the city the next morning, picking up more history and stories, but by the end we were all totally frozen. After a break in the hotel, we went out for Indian food for dinner (which was absolutely wonderful - rivaling the Clay Pit in Austin, or Tiffin, for you Philly folks). Another group of travelers we met on the tour had invited us to go salsa dancing with them (most of them were also from Texas, haha). The club we went to had four different dance floors, and I spent most of my time on the salsa floor - dancing is always an interesting social interaction, and even more so when the music is loud and you don't speak the language as well. Thankfully, words aren't usually necessary, and I wore myself out with dancing, as it should be. Sunday was much calmer - we checked out of our hotel, got some lunch, then picked up my friend Liesl who was returning to Berlin after the holidays, and joined her and her friend for dinner.<br />
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Late that night we traveled back to where we started, Frankfurt (city #6), and checked into a hotel in order to get a few hours rest before waking up in the morning to eat a quick breakfast, drive to the airport, return the rental car, and say our goodbyes. However, my adventure was not quite over yet, because on the way back home, I stopped in Mannheim to see a former roommate from Philly who was staying with a friend there. It was wonderful to see another familiar face and share an experience in Germany together (which we had often talked about when living together in the States.) We were able to do a lot of catching up in our few hours together. Finally, I set out for home again, and was so thankful to be back in my own bed for good. Well...until I travel the next time. :-)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-30400666562466637272010-01-14T02:25:00.003+01:002010-01-14T02:30:41.164+01:00a tale of snowy nights, balmy days, and the adventures in betweenAfter such a long silence, I definitely owe you some good stories. I will try not to bore you with tales of travel difficulties to all the places I visited, and instead focus on the places themselves. Suffice it to say, after 2 hours waiting in sub-freezing temps for my bus, I will avoid flying out of Frankfurt Hahn Airport (a.k.a. the middle of I-don't-even-know-where) ever again. Overall, my travels were characterized by waiting, sitting, icy roads, and over-priced snacks and drinks. A strange highlight and/or confession that I must quickly share - I went to my first McDonald's here in Germany. It was the only place open and warm on that cold night in Frankfurt when I was waiting for my bus, and being able to get an espresso macchiato in their McCafe was a gift that night. Grace comes in strange ways.<br />
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My first adventure over the holidays was to visit my brother and sister-in-law in North Africa. I couldn't wait to be around family, have familiar smiles looking back at me, and share new and old holiday traditions together. Because they had a lot of sprucing up to do around their apartment - cleaning and repairing and arranging - I was actually able to experience some parts of life that I would, on a "normal" vacation, never have seen. Some examples would be visiting half a dozen "drogerie" or hardware stores in five block radius for various parts, tools, and questions; having one shop owner offer to find me a husband; and seeing my sister-in-law bargain like a pro in the marketplace.<br />
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Our Christmas preparations were also a little different - first having a small "family" celebration via Skype, then in a kitchen which had just been turned upside-down by the cabinet maker, preparing all our Christmas day foods. I am proud to say that breakfast did not disappoint - it was up to par with what a Harding Christmas breakfast ought to be - right down to the sour cream coffeecake. My other unique non-vacation experience was going to get our Christmas chickens - at a store where all the chickens are squawking in the back, you say what size you'd like to have, then they butcher, pluck, and clean them right there. I did not watch the butchering - however, I did see some serious plucking going on. And smelled some smells like I had never smelled before. I also learned that you must get your chickens butchered the day before, as they must rest before they are cooked. All that being butchered and plucked is hard work. Thankfully, the smells wafting from the oven on Christmas day were not even in the same realm as those I had smelled the day before. Dinner was amazing, and it was such a blessing to be with those I love.<br />
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</div>On my last day in the city, we finally had some nice warm, sunny weather (after 4 days of solid rain and wind). We were able to go explore the old city, walk through narrow, winding streets shared by donkeys and mopeds alike, and look at all the brightly-colored pottery, spices, and fabric. There were also times to simply talk - one of my favorites was sharing coffee with my sister-in-law in an outdoor cafe on the top of cliff, with the Atlantic Ocean crashing down below. At the end of the week, I was ready to sleep in my own bed again, but that was about the only thing tugging me back to Germany. I could have enjoyed some more family time and warm weather for at least another week. ;-) Ah well. I guess I'll just have to go back.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-18610263884576915762009-12-19T00:58:00.003+01:002009-12-19T01:01:08.527+01:00the shortest days of the year......and so much has been happening in them! I have more to report from this last week than I could ever manage to fit into one post. I will attempt to give you the highlights, along with some pics, and not make this go too long.<br />
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Last Thursday I traveled with the family to Aachen, in northern Germany - right in the corner, bordering the Netherlands and Belgium, to be exact. We stayed with some of their friends, who also have an au pair. Our two families hung out, and we got to explore the city, see the beautiful church (the oldest part of which was built in the 8th century!), the Weihnachtsmarkt, the Lindt factory outlet, and some touristy things, such as the European equivalent of "Four Corners" in the U.S. - Dreiländereck.<br />
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On the Sunday after we returned, I took part in our church's "Raclette und Schokofondue" night. With the other young people, we did a short skit about Advent, and then sang a song, for which I was nominated to sing with the mic. I generally avoid singing into a mic of any sort, and definitely not as the only one with a mic! :-) Thankfully, the entire group was singing, and the focus was on preparing our hearts for Christ, not so much on us. Afterwards we enjoyed a very traditional holiday dinner, with melted Raclette cheese over potatoes, with fresh veggies or sliced meats. Then each table had their own fondue pot - sharing chocolate with friends was the best way to end the evening.<br />
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Over the next couple of days, I did some craft-ing with the kids and our neighbors, and then some on my own, to deck out my room with a little bit of holiday cheer. I happened to decorate just in time to usher in the wintry weather.<br />
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Last night, I experienced a different sort of Weihnachtsmarkt. In Esslingen there is not only the traditional market which you will find in many cities, but there is also a Middle Ages Market. Here, there were many people dressed up in period costume, various types of craftsman, and a dose of cheesiness as well. Overall, I found it to be very well done, and perhaps a little reminiscent of the type of crowd you might see at a Renaissance Fair. Many of those in costume seemed like Middle Ages hippies, complete with dredlocks and drums. :-) However, some really did preserve the art and craftsmanship of that period. My favorite, of course, were the food stands where they cooked, kneaded dough, and baked right in front of you.<br />
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This last one is for my Mom, who requested that I find someone who spun their own wool. Not only did I find the spinning wheel, but also an entire loom. What can I say...we are kinda fiber nerds in my family. :-) Finally, to wrap up my post, here are links to recent pictures:<br />
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1. Don't wear some nice, fashionable boots with a skirt when driving through German back country (at least, not when you plan do the following things you really should NOT do).<br />
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2. Don't be impatient and try to take a back road when there is huge construction truck going 5 MPH on the road in front of you.<br />
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3. When going down said back road and it looks like it doesn't lead anywhere, don't drive till the end where the road turns into dirt, and there is no place to turn around.<br />
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4. When you have to back-up down this narrow road with mud on either side, be sure to remember when your car doesn't have power steering and that a slight curve takes a lot more oomph to go around than usual, and don't underestimate and go off the road into the mud.<br />
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5. When you have backed up into the freshly plowed field and your wheels have gotten caught in the thick clay-like mud, don't let your pride get in the way of calling someone for help.<br />
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Now that you know everything NOT to do, let me explain how I managed to recover after doing every single one of those things. First of all, I can thank my dad and brothers for imparting enough car knowledge to me that I <i>did</i> know NOT to give the car a lot of gas, spinning the wheels even deeper into the mud. Also, I knew that I needed more traction, so I gathered dead grass and straw from across the road to stuff around and under the wheels. I would then climb into the car, gradually ease from clutch to gas (oh...right...did I mention yet that I did this with a manual transmission, which I have only been driving for about 4 weeks now?) and move about half an inch, throw up the parking brake, climb out, dig out more mud from around the tire, add more straw, and repeat. It only took about 30-40 minutes of doing this, and then I was finally free. I was also covered head to toe in mud, with frozen hands and feet. I knew I wouldn't want to forget the lesson I learned, so I captured the memory with my phone:<br />
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</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-36356098521000824092009-12-05T14:13:00.000+01:002009-12-05T14:13:23.137+01:00'Tis the season!I promised I would bring you a full report on the Weihnachtsmarkt, and I will now follow through. There is nothing like the atmosphere of a Christmas market on a crisp cold night, surrounded by hundreds of people, drinking Glühwein (mulled wine), and hearing kids sing Christmas carols. There were all sorts of interesting things that I found at the Weihnachtsmarkt - some that I expected, and some that surprised me. First, let me report on the menu for the night, because let's be honest, the food was the most important part of the experience. :-)<br />
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First "dinner": Kartoffel Puffer mit Kräuter Joghurt - two fried cakes of mashed potates with an herb, yogurt sauce<br />
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First dessert: Gebrannte Mandeln - sweet, roasted almonds, a very typical food at German markets, fairs, and fests.<br />
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Second "dinner" (above): Krautschupfnudeln - potato noodles, sauerkraut, and ham - VERY schwäbisch, and one of my favorite comfort foods here.<br />
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Glühwein #2<br />
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(After this one, I saw a stand selling homemade maultaschen, in a little wrapper, so you could hold it in your hands and nibble away. I was so full at that point, but you should know by now how I feel about maultaschen. This time I could only sit and smell the goodness, and make a promise to myself to come back and eat one.)<br />
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Second dessert: Crepe mit Zimt und Zucker - crepes are really popular here, and a warm, cinnamon-y crepe is the best way to end the night.<br />
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The best part of the evening was having a friend to share the experience with.<br />
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We laughed together about the random people you encounter in a Christmas market. There were a lot of street musicians out entertaining the masses and adding to the atmosphere. I was surprised to see several younger kids standing on their own, playing Christmas carols, usually on some sort of wind instrument. Then there was the typical group of young guys with guitar and percussion singing pop music. There were trios of more classical types of musicians. There was a man playing a didjeridoo, and another man playing music (I forget which instrument) with a bright green parrot sitting on his head. Finally, there were groups of young people singing traditional German Christmas songs.<br />
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Wandering through the market, you will find stands selling everything from traditional wood toys/ornaments to silicone kitchenware to kitschy oriental figurines. There were stands selling knitted or leather/shearling house-shoes (which looked soooo luxuriously warm). One of my favorites was a stand of handmade pottery and stoneware, where I saw some small stoneware birds that reminded me of something in my grandparents house. There were a few moments like that, when I saw things that are familiar either from the little bit of German culture that has trickled down in my family, or from traces of German culture that you can still find in Central Texas. Very cool to see those connections, no matter how distant they are.<br />
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Here are the rest of my pics from last night.<br />
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</tbody></table>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-53435036924015216172009-11-30T16:43:00.000+01:002009-11-30T16:43:47.688+01:00Kunst, Spiele, und WeihnachtsmarktThis weekend introduced me to some fantastic things:<br />
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- Kunstmuseum Stuttgart: first, let me preface this by saying that for a relatively artsy person, I am not the biggest museum fan. Unless there is a particular exhibit I am interested in, it is not usually on the top of my list of things to see. However, I had heard good things about this museum in general, so I decided to spend my free time on Saturday there. One of the main exhibits right now is a collection from Heinz and Anette Teufel in a particular genre of Abstractionist art called Concrete Art (not actually made from concrete at all). One of my favorite artists, Bridget Riley, had a painting in this collection, as well as several new artists which I discovered and fell in love with. Here is a link to the museum's description of the exhibit (with the Bridget Riley painting that I love):<br />
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<a href="http://www.kunstmuseum-stuttgart.de/en/index.php?site=1&page=2&actualSel=35">http://www.kunstmuseum-stuttgart.de/en/index.php?site=1&page=2&actualSel=35</a><br />
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Here are some links to my fav artists. I would post pics, but I don't want to cross any copyright lines...so check them out for yourself. :-)<br />
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<a href="http://www.galerie-la-ligne.ch/--herzlich-willkommen/kuenstler/kubiak-uwe.html">http://www.galerie-la-ligne.ch/--herzlich-willkommen/kuenstler/kubiak-uwe.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.trocadero.com/griffintrading/items/591534/item591534store.html">http://www.trocadero.com/griffintrading/items/591534/item591534store.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.regio-kunst.de/regio-kunst/druckansicht/konkret.html">http://www.regio-kunst.de/regio-kunst/druckansicht/konkret.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.spielvogel-galerie.de/html/bilder-brandt-liste.html">http://www.spielvogel-galerie.de/html/bilder-brandt-liste.html</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.galerie-hoeppner.de/kuenstler/fruhtrunk_gunter.php">http://www.galerie-hoeppner.de/kuenstler/fruhtrunk_gunter.php</a><br />
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A lot of the paintings had very intense colors or very stark lines which are naturally hard to capture in pictures, but I thought I would give a little a flavor of the exhibit, and what I spent hours studying. It was wonderful to go in to the museum and simply lose track of time. Good times.<br />
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Last night, I was introduced to a couple new German games, and my competitive spirit was delighted to be able to be expressed. :-) One is a game several of you are probably familiar with - Die Siedler von Catan (Settlers of Catan). For those of you who aren't familiar with it, it is a game of establishing towns and streets and strategic land holdings and all other sorts of things that I just barely scratched the surface of in our one simple game (and also learning all of this in German made things even MORE interesting). I am a little hooked already, so all of you Settlers fans out there, be ready - I want to play and I want to learn more...my competitive spirit just can't resist it. :-) We were actually playing with the original version of the game, in the original German (since it was created here...go figure). Pretty awesome.<br />
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Finally, here is a teaser for the next post: While in Stuttgart, I saw the beautiful craziness that is a German Weihnachtsmarkt (or Christkindlmarkt). Unfortunately, because of the stomach virus mentioned in the last post, I was unable to enjoy the full experience, i.e. Glühwein (mulled wine) and all the awesome German confections. So, I plan to make a return trip to the huge market in Stuttgart (as well as to our local market in Waiblingen) and give a full report. Stay tuned...Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-65573196293599688462009-11-27T22:50:00.000+01:002009-11-27T22:50:29.055+01:00What a month!And November isn't even over yet! I knew going into this month that it would be crazy. Now that it is almost done, I'm thankful to have made it this far still in one piece...but just barely. :-) Just in the last week I have baked 2 cakes, 1 pie, and 1 dish of stuffing; celebrated a kid's birthday...twice; helped prepare for a thanksgiving meal for 18 people; and been attacked by a stomach virus not once, but twice. Also in the last week I passed the two-month mark of living in Germany. Though I have been up to my nose in the craziness of this week, I am really thankful for the joy it also held. Moments like making sour cream coffeecake with the older of my two girls, carrying a bit of my family tradition with me here, and passing it along as well. Or, being able to celebrate the younger girl's birthday with the family, and see her face light up over a box full of duplos. (oh! the memories it brought back!) Or, sitting down to eat some of my favorite Thanksgiving foods with friends nearby, kids clamoring in the background, and laughter abounding. Or, being able to share stories with friends of my family's Thanksgiving traditions which made me feel a little closer to my family back home. And now, here are some of the highlights, in pictures:<br />
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On Friday, I went to "Turnen" with the girls and their mom. This is an exercise class for kids - they get to run around a gym, walk on balance beams, do somersaults, climb over obstacles, and jump on a trampoline. When the weather is cold and wet, Turnen class is a fantastic outlet for all that pent up energy. With the kids, parents, (and au pairs!), it's always a big hit.<br />
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Saturday was my first entire day with the kids, from waking up to going to sleep. Occasionally there are weekends when both parents have to work or be in class. Usually this happens once a month or once every two months...however, a schedule change meant that I had two of these weekends in a row to start out November. During the first, I was taking care of the kids only while the mom caught up on sleep from a night shift, and then there were two of us around. This weekend, however, I was on my own for the whole day. It was good to see how the routines from the weekdays carried over to the weekend, making the day go by a little more smoothly.<br />
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On Sunday, I was here once again with the children, but that evening, our church here had an evening for the families to have fun and spend time all together. The evening was celebrating St. Martin's Day (which just so happens to be today!), which celebrates a Roman soldier who became a monk and offered help to the poor. It is celebrated with paper lanterns which the children make in kindergarten, then light up with candles for the Latenernlauf. The origins of the lanterns is unclear, though some say it symbolizes the hope that St. Martin brought to the people he served. When I went with my church, there were a ton of kids there, and as we walked through the dark, deep woods, with only lanterns and torches to light our way, it definitely had a festive, magical feel. That night was even more special to me, because of the way everyone took care of the girls and me. We always had an extra hand to hold, when my hands were full, an extra pair of eyes to look out for us, and new friends to talk with along the way.<br />
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Finally, here is one small thing that made my day. With the kids, I only speak English, so that they have another input of that language (their dad also speaks English with them). They mostly speak in German, especially the younger one, with a few English words thrown in. Last night, when we were brushing teeth, the little one looked out the window into the night and spontaneously said "It's dark outside." It was a phrase she has heard a lot, but its rare that she uses the English words, not to mention an entire sentence! That made my night. I'm learning so much from these kids. I'm glad that they are learning a little bit from me as well. :-)Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-47641770140420719522009-11-03T10:56:00.000+01:002009-11-03T10:56:58.422+01:00Berlin, and back againGreetings, friends!<br />
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It has been quite the adventure over the past couple of weeks: leaving for a week-long vacation to visit my friend Liesl in Berlin, experiencing what big city life in Germany is like (as opposed to small quiet town life where I am in BW), and going full speed through life without much rest. It was fun for a while, but I'm ready to calm down and catch up a bit.<br />
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My trip to Berlin was amazing. My friend Liesl's roommate let me borrow his bike, so we rode ALL over Berlin, saw many different sides to the city, mostly avoided the tourist traps, hung out with her friends, and ate some great food. We actually cooked a lot - and every morning had a fantastic breakfast - we share a love for that meal. For me, it was fantastic to just live life with her for a while - to see the school where she works, meet her friends, party in real Berlin style, bum around when it was rainy and cold, and share stories about the respective kids in our lives. I didn't take a ton of pictures, since we were on our bikes and enjoying the time without stopping every 3 seconds. But, I captured a few highlights. Here a couple favs, and then a link to the whole album (with captions and wiki links for the landmarks).<br />
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</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-63568936851596613572009-10-22T13:33:00.001+02:002009-10-22T13:36:58.156+02:00Exercising my creative muscle...Even though I am here in Germany in a job that has little to do with my "occupation", that doesn't mean that my creative side is being neglected. Quite the contrary, in my first month here, I have planned out and completed a design on a huge blank wall in my room. Here is the process, in all its stages.<br />
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my blank slate (with a fresh, white base coat):<br />
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The concept: a chestnut tree silhouette (a very common, traditional tree here) that I traced in Illustrator, and then I played with the colors/width/placement of the stripes and tree until I found something I liked:<br />
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My stripes measured out and taped off (can I just say...I love the metric system! So easy...no weird half or quarter measurements):<br />
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After sketching out my tree and buying my key turquoise paint, the painting FINALLY begins:<br />
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Finally, my cozy coffee corner, in the cool shade of a chestnut tree:<br />
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</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-33447386673251735232009-10-22T12:57:00.000+02:002009-10-22T12:57:56.727+02:00One month, and counting...As of yesterday, I have been living in Germany for one whole month. On one hand, it feels like I've been here such a long time, and so much has happened. On the other hand, this month as flown by, and I can't imagine how quickly the rest will go by as well. As I thought, one year here is really not that long, yet so much can happen. I'm looking forward to it. Here are a few pics from this past week:<br />
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Being charged by two, pajama-clad "liebe Tiger" (sweet Tigers):<br />
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</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-24091123833961059792009-10-16T00:17:00.000+02:002009-10-16T00:17:40.300+02:00cloudy with a chance of maultaschenIn reference to today's title:<br />
a. One of my fav books is Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, and I really need to see that movie. As soon as it is released here, I'm totally there. (Also need to read the book to my kids.)<br />
b. I'm pretty sure if that book was written in German, it would be maultaschen instead of meatballs. Maultaschen is an equally comforting food - a pocket of pasta filled with meat and/or veggies, with a similar mystery to its ingredients.<br />
c. It pretty much describes life here: cloudy days, with a high chance of maultaschen being on the menu, for a good autumn comfort food meal.<br />
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Ready for another round of highlights? These are all from today, so you can tell it has been a good day:<br />
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At breakfast this morning, which was very lovely, by the way, I was delighted to find among the various fixings on the table, a small jar of crunchy peanut butter. The reunion was great. I have missed you, PB. There is a small part of my heart that nutella can't satisfy.<br />
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Playing outside, when you can see your breath in the air, brings out the kid in me. So, getting caught by the neighbor literally "horsing around" with the girls, i.e. racing back and forth on the drive way, neighing, slapping imaginary reigns, really didn't phase me too much today.<br />
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Making hot cocoa together after playing in the cold - making good memories.<br />
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Had fun teaching the girls some English phrases (like, "On your mark, get set...GO!), and began to hear the older one repeat a couple phrases that I say often. But the "monkey see, monkey do" also translates into the older one playing "mom" and trying to correct her little sister and send her to her room - glad she gets the idea, but not the kind of game I would like them to play. :-)<br />
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With our dinner of milchreis and stewed apples, I brought out the cinnamon (Zimt) to the table. After asking if they wanted some, the older girl enjoyed adding a bit to her rice. Each time I refilled her bowl, and she asked for it, she pronounced it differently: cimmomin, cimminon, cinninin. I think almost every kid (including me) has mixed that one up. It was fun that she kept trying to say it too.<br />
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</div>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-53566793478723375452009-10-08T22:08:00.001+02:002009-11-10T10:37:17.560+01:00FrühstückenFor those of you who don't know, today's title is one of my favorite words in German. It means "to breakfast", which of course describes one of my favorite meals and past-times, and also makes me very happy they have a specific verb for eating breakfast, but not any of the other meals (that I know of...correct me if I'm wrong). Finally, it's simply a fun word to say. So, to give an example of how it is used:<br />
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"On Thursday I breakfast with my friends."<br />
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This morning, I started out the day in one of the best ways possible: after dropping off the girls at kindergarten, I rode my bike to the train station, hopped on a train (with Hugo), then hopped off and rode to my friend's house. Even though I was little later than I had planned (missed the train by half a minute, and waited 25 minutes for another), it was a relaxed and lovely morning. I am still at a point of being very slow to pick up on conversation, thinking hard to come up with the right words and right phrase to express my thoughts, and laughing a lot at the rough attempts at communication. However, having friends who listen and ask questions is priceless. And through this time of learning a new language, I am learning to listen...A LOT. Especially in a large group of people, almost all I do is listen right now. If I am able to engage somebody one-on-one, that is fantastic. However, in a large group, the conversation moves so quickly that by the time I have formed a thought in my head, we have moved on to something totally different. This will be a challenge to my tendency to clam-up in large groups anyway, even when they are speaking my language. But I like challenges, and I think this is a good way for me to be pulled out of my shell.<br />
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Favorite moments from this week, so far: a 4-way Skype call with my family; putting new tires and tubes on my bike, all by myself(!), and then playing "repair shop" with the girls; exploring the farmer's market with a classmate (and eating kiwi berries!); and finally, hanging out with new and old friends last night and this morning.Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-41837116498721250872009-10-03T13:43:00.006+02:002009-10-03T15:18:52.526+02:00Ein Blick auf BW: A View of Baden-WürttenmbergThis morning, after I made a little coffee and grabbed a quick snack, Hugo (the bike) and I took off on a little adventure. I wanted to explore a little more of the area I rode in last Sunday, as well as take some pictures of the vineyards on the hills near here. My sense of direction is challenged here by unexpected twists and turns on the back roads. However, today I did pretty well, and ended up on some hills overlooking a neighboring town. The views were amazing...the hills, BRUTAL. I'm hoping by the end of my time here to be able to power up those hills without a second thought. But today, the higher altitude and my lack of experience made me walk up a couple of them. Here are some snapshots from the ride:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztQui0cOpcWgoqmYWJb-BCAOtIKl0JxQlttF48rrlmMjrg8o9GoaY5-8p2O7G4srEuo_QHXqxyhnTXfysuBFmHNAH_Mo0uPUiYLtY6_NFXLQvYHpbiKyvcZ-sIX0cpQLM8t0Uvmu7Or0/s1600-h/IMG_4621.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztQui0cOpcWgoqmYWJb-BCAOtIKl0JxQlttF48rrlmMjrg8o9GoaY5-8p2O7G4srEuo_QHXqxyhnTXfysuBFmHNAH_Mo0uPUiYLtY6_NFXLQvYHpbiKyvcZ-sIX0cpQLM8t0Uvmu7Or0/s200/IMG_4621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388353179828895442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WXa_DKAz_5Bwuf8lkhePANXMSJtmONm2k5XLSOtuThRc1UTWCWHn5rADmZT7eJ8PnuzfDjgbXyoIPoeVfciKylwYfPY-pFhqg9wSGDxOeJCsq1pR5ihgjPC77NFa0AsNDTE1YTxJtNE/s1600-h/IMG_4620.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-WXa_DKAz_5Bwuf8lkhePANXMSJtmONm2k5XLSOtuThRc1UTWCWHn5rADmZT7eJ8PnuzfDjgbXyoIPoeVfciKylwYfPY-pFhqg9wSGDxOeJCsq1pR5ihgjPC77NFa0AsNDTE1YTxJtNE/s200/IMG_4620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388353177135482114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cRclsPfgiH8N-4EMs-k-xKZZglaqAkCRu0k0O4-MUr31zRMD1B-MpwA0SOaUr0Xey9ARnU6qrF7TfSt7hcCkjG_Xuy7MU3_NGe38l-SpOiuNVvSrDHBY2c6RJe65K1DkblblX_NMUDs/s1600-h/panorama01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 70px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8cRclsPfgiH8N-4EMs-k-xKZZglaqAkCRu0k0O4-MUr31zRMD1B-MpwA0SOaUr0Xey9ARnU6qrF7TfSt7hcCkjG_Xuy7MU3_NGe38l-SpOiuNVvSrDHBY2c6RJe65K1DkblblX_NMUDs/s200/panorama01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388352659961876146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwksgr_Apur8AccJW4q4rdyXx0wGxh11mC06x5SNONPrgFMJS33un_3qXHicq4p_dBZl7NHI1kHX8tHHi47dXmpjx_sRl4AFSbzoGxqu3juDi0X-LYtqAaxnbdBVjsFqOEMlUGHrURBTk/s1600-h/panorama03"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 53px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwksgr_Apur8AccJW4q4rdyXx0wGxh11mC06x5SNONPrgFMJS33un_3qXHicq4p_dBZl7NHI1kHX8tHHi47dXmpjx_sRl4AFSbzoGxqu3juDi0X-LYtqAaxnbdBVjsFqOEMlUGHrURBTk/s200/panorama03" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388352673712923858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSd3inIqwXavhEaKyLN7lK8WhQ_aF3HT4eYUmB6OPkrEG53tg07lfAqjRMWExtvT_-Sig15cGCfBPvhebhM7JmzEJ1kiAr1z-yaKFtd3AcN9Qy0BbB3sF5CoS4FvwrhVz7ieq-GOm4jHQ/s1600-h/panorama02"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSd3inIqwXavhEaKyLN7lK8WhQ_aF3HT4eYUmB6OPkrEG53tg07lfAqjRMWExtvT_-Sig15cGCfBPvhebhM7JmzEJ1kiAr1z-yaKFtd3AcN9Qy0BbB3sF5CoS4FvwrhVz7ieq-GOm4jHQ/s200/panorama02" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388352670801090210" border="0" /></a>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-3150650981690429302009-10-02T16:20:00.003+02:002009-10-02T16:28:00.845+02:00Rewind: Design updateThis has absolutely nothing to do with Germany. Except maybe for the fact that this fashion design project was the main contributor to my "Fly-to-Germany" fund. So, thank you, dear client, for helping me to get to the place that I am now.<br /><br />Although not Germany related, it is an important part of life that I want to share with you, knowing how many of you have encouraged me during this past year, supported me through creative ups and downs, and looked forward with me to the final product. Here is the first freelance design completed by yours truly:<br /><br /><table style="width:194px;"><tr><td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bl.harding/FreelanceDesign1950sFormalDress?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_CaiEpzQ5T9U/SsYHc0FAagE/AAAAAAAAC8g/JYw3caryMSc/s160-c/FreelanceDesign1950sFormalDress.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bl.harding/FreelanceDesign1950sFormalDress?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">Freelance design: 1950s formal dress</a></td></tr></table>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-41891240978199099452009-09-28T18:56:00.006+02:002009-09-28T19:09:43.580+02:00ein neues Fahrad!Meet my new friend in Germany!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWe5cIIrEBVFUMr37d6-R9ExQLgTDj9B3QPSYwMFS8a1xjh7ttPtWh7I3TxSwhYLRPge6yPsW9Y9qkqIdVaRfM3Z0KnFh9R9kUCN8jxqMze2A3yAMINZbrJvSv17_47yM1p04pDpu3faQ/s1600-h/IMG_4608.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWe5cIIrEBVFUMr37d6-R9ExQLgTDj9B3QPSYwMFS8a1xjh7ttPtWh7I3TxSwhYLRPge6yPsW9Y9qkqIdVaRfM3Z0KnFh9R9kUCN8jxqMze2A3yAMINZbrJvSv17_47yM1p04pDpu3faQ/s200/IMG_4608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386566129478726146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />H</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >e goes with me almost everywhere.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgsT3P7FfNZurRKbdoiDwZuT2x-SaE-RBLRBvTK_h1r5K20NTE75tCLsLQA0gvMjhyDJvCtw7vWxIZSntQ6MiP3DAaOULMP2SjqihoiKg5lKrqZzHL6UtXO6ojsx9pxBi31LSg0oiAJ4/s1600-h/IMG_4607.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgsT3P7FfNZurRKbdoiDwZuT2x-SaE-RBLRBvTK_h1r5K20NTE75tCLsLQA0gvMjhyDJvCtw7vWxIZSntQ6MiP3DAaOULMP2SjqihoiKg5lKrqZzHL6UtXO6ojsx9pxBi31LSg0oiAJ4/s200/IMG_4607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386565937968513506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He is from the 1980s...just like me.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86zGULL0xgMUhJssQUhbvPZaEmEdBWkydScEdFuX7gCOiX0xgBsdnCVLeuQYWRn8sc08xscw0qJ6RuoKBcFYH9K2vZEWAH1OcNUcF9RZ_99-kUfc4t9ZZS-AhCMd7XT55sWFt2itUniE/s1600-h/IMG_4606.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86zGULL0xgMUhJssQUhbvPZaEmEdBWkydScEdFuX7gCOiX0xgBsdnCVLeuQYWRn8sc08xscw0qJ6RuoKBcFYH9K2vZEWAH1OcNUcF9RZ_99-kUfc4t9ZZS-AhCMd7XT55sWFt2itUniE/s200/IMG_4606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386564594845210946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He needs a little TLC, which I am more than happy to bestow. But soon we'll be cruising all over Baden-Württemberg together, well, not ALL over, but as far as I can manage to go. :-) And he needs a good name. A good, german, '80s name, preferably. Any ideas?Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-598882551595999544.post-59078821711215451042009-09-22T22:06:00.000+02:002009-09-23T23:47:33.686+02:00What I've learned so far...1. There is no limit to the number of things that can spill, break, or get lost on your first day of taking care of two children under the age of five.<br /><br />2. In Germany, the way you make an elephant noise is to pinch your nose and then say "tier-err" in a nasally, trumpet voice. If you, the "mama" elephant can stick your other arm through the crook of the nose-holding arm to make a trunk at the same time, you really impress the "baby" and "sister" elephants.<br /><br />3. What makes a biergarten in the "suburbs" different from one in the city? It has a playground in it so that the parents can have a beer together while the children go play.<br /><br />4. Eating a lot of ice cream is a part of the German culture that I gladly welcome. :-)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiToEgg-wKxoV2XtNk6XdDIyiXf1gqtSJloM8EWBCsAbfxRam7A3uf3ct2GWc1NHcnhLkCQT8WwoedWm2UTgUfry30IUmy-bDvI75JNGUZp0XuhYDEH6SvW8cRrEiHxH5Gx0hLmWdHJi8c/s1600-h/CIMG0417.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiToEgg-wKxoV2XtNk6XdDIyiXf1gqtSJloM8EWBCsAbfxRam7A3uf3ct2GWc1NHcnhLkCQT8WwoedWm2UTgUfry30IUmy-bDvI75JNGUZp0XuhYDEH6SvW8cRrEiHxH5Gx0hLmWdHJi8c/s200/CIMG0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384405573179874866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1gjm63U1l3u1oEfvMDZolorukmetLQ5OgwSkPq5gKeEonlpRZksqVNzehElsOMMUgNFPYW3VZHdO0Jd0OEkxkqy_U92Vfpgm95atU21F6MmBHwMPCdcrkfkLtCdiiprtMH__gWx1_8M/s1600-h/CIMG0416.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1gjm63U1l3u1oEfvMDZolorukmetLQ5OgwSkPq5gKeEonlpRZksqVNzehElsOMMUgNFPYW3VZHdO0Jd0OEkxkqy_U92Vfpgm95atU21F6MmBHwMPCdcrkfkLtCdiiprtMH__gWx1_8M/s200/CIMG0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384406305257845314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It isn't <a href="http://capogirogelatoartisans.blogspot.com/">capogiro</a> but it sure was fun to see the Italian lady's face light up when I pronounced "stracciatella" correctly.<br /><br />And just a few more pics of my family:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzwgOQ4E4ct9fSXKRunwDsJa2Qm5FyFTUUXBXMbyMifNvNL4SUIM6JM8O2ngdo7xn8ifjrCyYH8GFm5-8kI_KLWRZzeWNrKQqEDodd3y2q-rMR3GTEtddFwFuvGspRSeXxy_hvVef4a4/s1600-h/CIMG0413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzwgOQ4E4ct9fSXKRunwDsJa2Qm5FyFTUUXBXMbyMifNvNL4SUIM6JM8O2ngdo7xn8ifjrCyYH8GFm5-8kI_KLWRZzeWNrKQqEDodd3y2q-rMR3GTEtddFwFuvGspRSeXxy_hvVef4a4/s200/CIMG0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384409270249849122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQ8flNQPnSr5VtQDDBfTn9V7OyOQd-nc8R5yJHXiWGQLIRaJvpLYviXd4DhmCxHgmt7M32x2aKDLJzBF-fREDWZ77P1G69NuGlpW5J671WmFuiGosiSFwszb4CuLv9fNhfHZI91Kq0pc/s1600-h/CIMG0414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQ8flNQPnSr5VtQDDBfTn9V7OyOQd-nc8R5yJHXiWGQLIRaJvpLYviXd4DhmCxHgmt7M32x2aKDLJzBF-fREDWZ77P1G69NuGlpW5J671WmFuiGosiSFwszb4CuLv9fNhfHZI91Kq0pc/s200/CIMG0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384411172884239218" border="0" /></a>Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03005540350333718660noreply@blogger.com6