Frohes Neues Jahr!

Winter in Berlin

Hallo und Frohes Neues Jahr! I got so preoccupied with my Christmas market obsession, GRE studying, and Christmas visitors that I have neglected my blog. In these past few weeks I've managed to do the following:
- Visit 29 different Christmas markets
- Return to at least 8 of them
- Eat 12 Belgian waffles
- Eat 10 bratwursts
- Drink 15 mugs of gluhwein, but only keep one as a souvenir (hey, there's a recession over here, too)
- Snap multiple pictures of hilarious children and only get caught once
- Convince Dominic something horrible had happened when he came home to find my crying, only for him to discover I was worried about hitting my personal Christmas market quota for the day.
- Gain at least 5 pounds.
- Secretly weigh myself at a friend's house to confirm this, and then delight in the fact that I don't know the conversion from kilograms to pounds. Whatever it is, my weight in kilograms makes me sound downright skinny.
- Purchase all my Christmas gifts and find out exactly how much postage to the US costs. (Okay, Mom, you were right.)
- Master the art of timing my arrival to each market to optimize the likelihood of free samples
- Remember what it feels like to nearly lose your toes in the cold

I spent a lot of time watching kids enjoy the markets. Many of the markets cater specifically to kids and families, and include descriptions of their child-friendly activities in their online descriptions. The master Berlin Christmas Market website was only in German, however, so I relied (a little too heavily) on Google Translate to assist me as I mapped out my month. One of my favorite "translated" description of child-friendly activities follows - and I don't believe anything I could add would make this any more hilarious:

"In addition to the Ferris wheel there for the kids to touch an animal. Pedro the donkey and two sheep Dolly and Molly are happy to stroke. Comfortably have it in her crib with plenty of straw and hay. And if you're lucky, makes donkeys Pedro loudly his anticipation of the Christmas declared. Of course, also the Ponyreitbahn right next door is not missing."

While I don't know if he got to meet the famous Pedro, (let alone stroke/be stroked by him) I snapped a picture of my favorite kid while he was watching some fire-eaters (normal entertainment) on his wooden bike with a perfect crown. Where did you come from, adorable little boy? I asked my bike shop friend (oh yes, I've been back three time since I bought my bike - I have bike stories to fill every entry in this blog) why kids ride these funny wooden bikes with no pedals. He claims (and I believe him because he fixes my bike every time for free) that this is actually a better way than training wheels for kids to learn to ride bikes. They learn to balance first, and then the rest is cake.

Yes, some Germans even remain naturally blond...into adulthood

Many of the markets also had rides for kids. On the rainiest, darkest of days, parents seemed compelled to show their kids a good time and pay for a ride for them. I always wondered how much fun you'd have as the lone kid on a ride - twirling round and round in the rain. In the picture below the ride is practically full by these standards - I almost count four kids. Plus the sun is "shining".

But Ma, it's freezing

Finally, I snapped this pic of a toddler inhaling a croissant at the airport yesterday. If I could show you a video, I would. It was that entertaining. I didn't know there was anyone that liked pastry as much as I do. In fact, I seem to be known for this love - specifically, my love of the ultimate combination of pastry and meat that is the pig-in-a-blanket. In one of our most homesickness-inducing conversations yet, we were talking to our friend Chad in December about a Christmas party he and our friends were having. Our friend (and his wife) Christina had made pigs-in-a-blanket earlier that day, and he said as they began eating them he proclaimed that somewhere, somehow he was sure I was aware of that glorious moment. I feel so lucky to have friends that know me so well! So here's to all of our wonderful friends and family - Frohes Neues Jahr! I can't wait to begin the second half of our year in Germany and continue to share it with you. Special thoughts go out to our friends Brian and Jess as they begin a similar adventure - a year in Costa Rice - today. Wunderbar! Auf wiedersehen for now, Liz

Make sure to eat those crumbs, kid

Christmas Markets + Christmas Parties + GRE Prep = A Great Week

My friend and I stumbled upon this empty church while on a walk in a small village outside of Berlin. Except for the tree, every light was from an actual candle, burning all alone in this magical little place. Take that, Rick Steves!

Lest you think all I do is drink mulled wine and eat desserts, I have to let you know that I have been studying like crazy for the GRE the last 6 weeks. Reviewing algebraic equations I learned in the 9th grade actually doesn't help me learn German, in fact, it seems to really confuse my brain, so I'm taking a brief hiatus from my German class until the test is over next Monday. In the meantime, though, I've upped the cultural experiences (which may be more helpful anyway) in the name of education.

Last week I attended two Weihnachtskaekse Backen (Christmas cookie baking) parties. The first one was with one of the American fellows, Emily, who can speak the hell out of some German and has German friends to boot. Another reason why Emily is fun? Not only is Jewish and still planned a Christmas cookie baking party, but she is from the West Coast and says things like "rad." I don't know how it's possible to remain type A when you're not even working, but when I'm hanging out in "A" land I like to hang out with Emily and her husband to get me at least down to type B. So, we got cracking on that dough (we're all low-tech here in Germany - no "mixers", no "stoves that don't light themselves") and had a great evening speaking Denglish with each other.

Turns out that was an incredible preparatory experience for Friday, which was my ultimate day of Deutsch. My tandem partner invited me to go with her to an amazing village outside of Berlin to spend the day baking cookies with two of her friends. I've been telling her I really need to spend more time attempting to speak - not just listening - so she put the smack down on me. We had 8 hours of Deutsch. Eight. The beauty of doing manual labor while socializing is that you can take a time-out from speaking in the name of "concentrating on the dough kneading" or to focus on separating the gelb (yolk) from the ei (egg). On the way home, though, I nearly waved the white flag and shouted "Mein Kopf ist voll!" because my brain literally could not take in any more sprach-in'. Speaking is how I will get the job done, though, and I am thankful for the opportunity.

Leave it to the Germans to make a cookie in the shape of a pretzel! My favorite kind are the stars ("zimtsterne") - delicious! We bought our Advent "wreath" at a local market.

You're wondering how I'm doing on the Christmas markets. I've just hit the 15 mark, with hopes of hitting 25 by Christmas. FYI - Berlin is a lot bigger than DC. Back in DC, it seemed like a big commitment to go to Northern Virginia on a Saturday night, but now we're used to most trips taking nearly an hour with multiple modes of transportation.

I'll declare a mid-season market favorite: Domäne Dahlem (http://www.domaene-dahlem.de/). If you're from Michigan you've undoubtedly been to Greenfield Village - an outdoor living history museum. While this is on a much smaller scale, it had the same feel and we had the most amazing afternoon browsing beautiful arts & crafts, playing with chickens, and watching kids climb on tractors. This was the first market I've been to that still had a magical quality to it in the daytime. Most aren't worth going to until the sun is down (luckily, you only need to wait until 4pm) and the lights are lit.

In the past week I've seen another live nativity scene, countless small bands and musical acts, and various Santa figures. Here are some favorites:

A band made up of guys who work for the BVG (public transportation system) - their name was "Die Picolos"

It wouldn't be Christmas in Germany if you couldn't tell someone you loved them
with a heart-shaped gingerbread cookie.

LIVE DONKEYS

Busted by the accordion player while taking this picture. She was amazing.

Transatlantic Relations

While I may not be the one here on a fellowship, I'm trying to do my part to promote positive transatlantic relations. When I discovered that my nephew and my tandem partner's son share the exact same birthday, I knew they must meet. The twins really took to each other - lots of hand-holding (they would reach out to each other without even looking - undoubtedly a cosmic connection). Daniel's German twin did also try to eat Daniel's hand, which may not be a typical approach to international relations, but there was no crying, so "kein problem."

Daniel loved celebrating his first Thanksgiving German-style

I have accepted my own Christmas challenge

The little family and Dominic kick off the Christmas market season

One of the main things I was looking forward to experiencing in Germany are the incredible Christmas Markets (Weihnachtsmarkts) that begin at the end of November and run through Christmas. The first of them opened while Kathleen, Andrew, and baby Daniel were here last week and they became a near daily ritual for us. While savoring the smell of chestnuts, admiring the endless rows of lights, and singing along to the (nearly in tune) Christmas carols, I came up with a challenge for myself. I will attempt to go to every Berlin Christmas market this December. (It went something like this: Liz 1: "Liz, these are amazing. You should go to all of these." Liz 2: "Liz, okay." There are nearly 60 - ranging from the large and traditional to the offbeat and funky. I will suck it up and try glühwein, cookies, and fried donuts at each market night after night.

There are a few things that make the traditional markets "traditional." There is always a huge central stall that sells glühwein (hot mulled wine) and other hot drinks.

Schloss Charlottenberg Christmas Market

There are many food stalls - filled with hot foods like bratwurst, belgian waffles, and crepes for now, and delicious treats including roasted nuts, gingerbread, and cookies for later. And no surprise, tons of meat.

I'm not the vegetarian in this marriage

Then the shopping. Jewelry, candles, toys, Christmas decorations, soaps, slippers, socks - some handmade, some not.

Even the traditional markets can have a twist. On Friday I checked out the Rathaus Steglitz market and noticed somewhat of an "animal" theme. On my train ride there, I saw a huge fox-like creature (forgive the city girl, I have a tendency to doubt the accuracy of any animal I name). We were approaching nature. When I entered the market I noticed a life-size nativity scene complete with live sheep and donkeys. As I wandered away from that display I stumbled upon two dogs in a fight. (Bringing your dog to the market, a cafe, on the subway - all normal here.) Then we moved on to the "not alive" category of animal. I saw an entire pig on a spit (this was pre-noon). But the grand finale was a fake mounted deer head that sang Christmas carols - while moving its "mouth" - on the main stall.

I had two markets on my to-do list today (yes, I have charted them out by date and location on a huge city map) and upon exiting my apartment discovered that it was pouring rain. No matter. Fewer people, better opportunity for free samples, clear sightlines to see all the goods. Plus, as I learned this weekend - the Germans have a saying, "there is no bad weather, only bad clothing." Well, I don't have weather-proof clothing yet, but I pressed on. And thank god I did. There was fried dough to be had, and I devoured it.

Someone is always watching you - and they likely have a pretzel

Taking a break from science on a trip to historic Leipzig earlier this fall 

My German class went on a museum field trip last week.  Berlin is full of wonderful museums, and just like living in any major city - you forget to take the time to go see them once you're actually living there.  My teacher picked the Deutsches Technikmuseum Berlin - a huge compound featuring science exhibits of all kinds.  I don't even get excited about science in English, so I wasn't counting on major excitement in German, but off I went. 

We were instructed to meet at the subway stop nearest the museum at 9:15.  When our teacher said this, I spent the rest of the class wondering if she meant we should meet underground or outside the station.  I was too nervous to ask, though, having flashbacks of the time last month when during a practice dialogue about transportation I stated that tickets are sold underneath the train tracks instead of saying "the floor below".  That was received nearly as well as when I told my classmates this week that we'd eaten Dominic's boss for dinner on Friday.  (We actually just had dinner at his house - far less exciting, but a delightful evening nonetheless.)  So I just figured I'd hope for the best.  Well, each of us seemed to have a different idea of what "meeting at the station" meant.  We had an Albanian underground, an American above, some Yemenese across the street - we had all interpreted it differently.  By the time we all united it was nearly 10:00 and I was ready for a coffee break.  

We entered the museum behind a group that must have included every Berlin school child under both the age of 10 and the 3 foot mark.  Somehow, we fit right in.  We got our group tickets and began exploring the museum right alongside the other "kids", who were only too happy to take advantage of the "hands-on" part of the museum experience.  They were like wild animals unleashed in a sea of science. Pulling on, pushing, grabbing every exhibit - all in the name of science.  I admit, it did make it more fun.  You don't even need to know German to make funny faces at short German kids in the "crazy mirrors" room.  When I wondered at one point if I needed to ask to go to the bathroom, however, I realized I had been surrounded by these kids for a little too long. 

There were no English translations for any of the exhibit placards, so we walked around as a small group with our teacher explaining any big words (aka all of the science words) that we didn't understand.  Together we re-learned the basics of optics, refreshed ourselves on how a lava lamp works, put our hands on the glass ball that still - 20 years after the last time we'd all tried it - makes your hair stand up.  The only exhibit that was translated into English was one entitled "Big Brother" that demonstrated how science is used in surveillance.  The subtitle (auf Englisch) was: "...someone is always watching you".

After 3 hours of learning and growing, we headed down to the museum cafeteria to enjoy our picnic lunch.  We were each instructed to bring something to share with the group (which also included an all-male, higher level class).  Even though we were all non-Germans, we ended up with a pretty German "feast" that included:

- Bread and cheese (my contribution)

- Rolls...baked with cheese

- Chunks of cheese

- Bread with soggy tomato sauce

- Chocolate chip cookies (4 kinds)

- Meatballs

- Sausage

As we ate we smiled across the cafeteria at the school kids who were enjoying their own packed lunches - complete with pretzels and Capri Sun.  (It seems kids all over the world can't resist both the challenge and accomplishment of spearing a Capri Sun container.) 

To top off our bread, meat, and cheese celebration, one of the guys from the other class was proud to present us with a thermos of coffee he'd carried around all morning as his contribution to the picnic.  He said the Yemenese are known for having the best coffee in the world, and he wanted to share this with us.  (His proclamation ignited a brief argument from an Italian and Spaniard in the group, but either way, there was coffee to be had - so it quickly faded.) As we lifted our glasses to take our first sips, he added that he himself had never made a cup of coffee before that day - but he had made sure to call his mother that morning in Yemen to learn her method. 

Auf Englisch is Awesome (But Deutsch is Good, Too)

Trading in my German beer for a cosmo with my mom in the US of A.

Hallo! I am back in Berlin after nearly three wonderful weeks in DC and Ohio. I expected to experience some culture shock, and in between visits with family and friends and stuffing my face with my favorite foods, I did.

The most striking thing that I remembered is that I'm not a shy person. I actually enjoy talking to people. I remember now what it's like to speak in complete sentences. Without pauses. Without made-up words. To not answer every question with a tentative "yes?", and nod - smiling - no matter what is said. In fact, I relished the chance to speak (somewhat) intelligently to everyone I encountered. Have a long wait in line? Why not chit chat about the weather! Cashier say goodbye to you? Why not say goodbye back, plus "have a good night!" and "thanks again!" and "sure like your outfit!" I quickly became the queen of small talk, let alone large talk - there were a lot of long catch-up conversations to be had. My German cough followed me to America, but I think this time it was because I just wouldn't shut up. I was loving the "auf Englisch."

I gave myself a day off of language class upon my return and didn't head back until last Friday. It was on my way to class that I remembered why riding the U-Bahn here is so fun. A traveling musician was performing a stirring rendition of "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" to a full car of uninterested passengers. (As usual, I'm the one person incapable of hiding my interest by giving any musician, good or bad, my rapt attention - complete with unwavering eye contact and supportive smiles.) As English was not his first language (the word "heaven" was nearly unintelligible) I had to rely on the melody to even figure out what he was singing. (This girl is not one to judge, though - I don't even know the German word for heaven, let alone know how to pronounce it. In fact, it made me like him even more.) At the stop after mine, a group of 12 young children (only 4 or 5 years old) entered the train with their nervous chaperones. Alas, there were no seats, so they stood in a line, holding hands, down the middle of the car (all too short to hold onto anything). When the train began moving, it did so with a dramatic jolt, and the entire row of kinder fell like dominos - perfectly in sync with the most raucous refrain of "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" yet. They quickly picked themselves back up with nary a reaction and got ready to exit the train just one stop later. As they exited, a blind man waved his walking stick around to make sure everyone got out of the way for the kinder. He was furiously trying to make sure none of them were left behind. (No actual affiliation with the school group - just being a good samaritan, I suppose.)

I described this scene as "a perfect storm of wonderfulness" to my family and they said it's no wonder I have trouble learning a new language. I don't even like to use my native language correctly. This is quite true. Either way, good entertainment for a ten minute ride.

Learning German the Italian Way

Juan, Liz, Antonio, and Abdo living it up in Berlin

Hello from the US of A! While I'm savoring my time here, I thought I'd post a story from my first few weeks of language class in Berlin.

I began taking German the day after we arrived. I had one month in Berlin before we began traveling, so I thought I'd jump right in. There were 3 other students in the class - all guys - 1) Juan - born in Chile, spent the last few years in England, speaks Spanish and English, 30 years old - 2) Abdo - from Yemen, speaks Arabic and no English, 22 years old - 3) Antonio - from Italy, speaks Italian, Spanish, and a little English, 24 years old. (You're wondering how I know everyone's ages - with a limited vocabulary you quickly delve into personal questions like these. Nothing like being asked by someone everyday 1) How old are you? 2) Are you married? 3) What is your phone number? So we asked them all the time.) Our teacher (38 and married) had a crush on Antonio, as did everyone. He said everything with an Italian accent. This, and everything about him, had an intoxicating effect on us. It became a language issue, however, when learning the different gender endings for words in German. Antonio wanted EVERYTHING to be feminine - just throw an "aay!" on the end of it all! Our teacher had to take a break from batting her eyelashes at him to remind him that some words in German simply end in consonants.

After our last German class for the 'semester' (really just the month of August) we went out for a celebration with our teacher. We went to a cafe that served both booze and tea/coffee. I guess I figured 'when in Rome', so I planned to order a beer. I ordered last however, and was losing my confidence after my three classmates and teacher ordered tea and coffee. I still did it, though, and when Antonio heard me order beer, he got very excited and immediately cancelled his coffee order. 'Warsteiner? Ja, gut! Nicht kaffee, Ich möchte ein WARSTEINER!'

During the time at the cafe we only spoke in German, which must have been incredibly entertaining for our neighbors. We were stuck on things like 'What is your favorite food?' for awhile and then attempted to talk about topics like museums using our limited vocab and excessive hand gestures. Antonio asked me many questions about my siblings. He wanted to hear all their names and kept saying that they sounded so 'American'. (He actually laughed out loud with astonished glee when I said my sister's name was Margaret. I didn't mention Americans didn't make that one up.) When I told him Kathleen and Andrew were planning to bring baby Daniel over this year, I remarked that even the baby would need a passport. Antonio smiled and paused for a few seconds, clearly thinking of the right way to say something, and then blurted out in his Italian German: 'Baby has-uh die Tele-tubby passport! Extra pages for coloring!' We both laughed for much longer than necessary. It was just so thrilling to tell our first joke in German together.

I am thankful everyday that those boys were my classmates in my first few weeks of language class. They taught me so much about how to enjoy being back in a classroom. In their wonderful way, they showed that breaks are meant to be extended, cappuccino is better than coffee, and that trying new sentences - however grammatically incorrect - is how you learn a language.