The Days of Our Lives

Phew....what a week, wait a minute it's only been 4 days. Between Friday, September 23 and Tuesday, September 27 here's what's taken place at 2 Valentinusstrasse: On Friday we said good-bye for now to Dad as he begins his 6 month deployment and subsequently spent the rest of the day eating ice cream and watching movies. On Saturday, we had our second home swim meet where Jon qualified for 50 meter Free with a time of 46.49 seconds. Totally awesome time. Ryan is only 3 small seconds away from qualifing for 50 meter Breast with a time of 48.45 seconds!! His new time, shaved off 13 seconds from last season, it must be all the push-ups he's doing! Then on Saturday night, Jonathan had his first overnight campout with the Webelo I's and Troop 243. On Sunday, we strolled along the Wine Strasse with our good friends the Hendricksons. Then yesterday, we had our Celtic History class with the kids from the HS co-op group. And to round out the day, Ryan advanced in rank at the Boy Scout Court of Honor. See baby you aren't really missing anything because we are even at the house ;}

Ireland 2011

The views along the western coastline of Kerry County are so beautiful and breathtaking. With settings and weather like this you feel like a lucky Irish laddy or lass. One of our very best and most favorite trips to date!

Giverny, France -- April 2011

Giverny, the home to the Father of Impressionism, Claude Monet, sparkles in the spring sunshine. Here we are enjoying the gorgeous spring flowers that inspired Monet's masterpeices. The boys make some of their own sketches of the water lilies in the Japanese Garden.

Volcanoes

Making Our Own Sunshine

Winter days in Germany can be a bit dreay and gloomy, so I decided to spread a little sunshine today in our classroom.  The before and after pictures show our classroom with and without the "happy lite".  It tricked us so into believing our rainy day was a sunny one.  Just goes to show how important light is to our hearts and minds.
Just for reference, it's 9:45 AM.

Egypt 2011

Egypt 2011



Our history text this year, Story of the World Volume 1 Ancient Times by Susan Wise Bauer, begins with Ancient Egypt.  As the boys excitedly studied about mummies, Egyptian Myths, King Tut the boy king, and of course, the Great Pyramids of Giza, Joe and I anticipated our Eastern Mediterranean Cruise to Egypt in January 2011.   The Pyramids at Giza are truly a spectacular sight.  Given the recent uprisings in Cairo, I feel very fortunate to have had the opportunity to see the pyramids.  The Egyptian landscape makes for an uncomfortable situation for a foreign visitor.  There are the romantic images from movies and books that lead your metal travels very far from the actual images a real traveler experiences in Egypt.   Egypt is plagued by poverty.  Her streets and canals are filled with garbage, her buildings remain unfinished, and her people are desperate for help.  After driving through just a small part of the country one can understand the anger, frustration, and fear that drives the revolts in Cairo today.  The Egyptian peoples’ suffering is a tangible thing.  At the Great Pyramids of Giza, you are bombarded with eight year old barefoot little boys selling you postcards for 1 euro.  Everywhere you turn someone is shoving their desperation at you, begging you to buy something from them.  But put that aside, they are a fun loving people with sense of humor (just see the pictures they had us pose for).  This quality makes me believe they continue to remain a hopeful people.   

The Egyptian people's ancient history continues to captivate the world.  The lure of the Great Pyramids and there Sphinx bear witness to thousands of years filled with both war and peace.   Our children’s children's children will still study them and hopefully have this wonderful opportunity to see them with their own eyes. 

Missing Christmas

I just read a wonderful blog of one of my former students and was impressed by her talent and depth.  She writes of wanting nothing more than to be amongst her family on Christmas, watching her neices and nephews opening packages, listening to the clatter, drinking wine, and enjoying each one of her family members.  I too want that for Christmas more than anything!  We can not go home for Christmas this year, but I am going to be there if only in my dreams....

Merry Christmas, Momma, Daddy, Jenny, Michael, Danny, Heather, Myah, Delaney, Hutton, Becket, Robby, Di, and Gia Marie -- love to each of you.

Missy

Skiing in the Alps

 

One of the great joys of living near mountains is skiing in the winter!! There is something so majestic in a landscape brimming with Alpine scenery. This trip is to Germany Alps in Garmish. The US military has a brand new hotel located here. It supplies our cravings for home a little bit. We really enjoyed the little cabin we called home for the long weekend. The boys "bunked" together in a loft area. We cooked in the little kitchen and played card games.

We drove down Thursday night and settled in just fine. On Friday morning we headed for the first day on the slopes -- and for Joe and the boys I mean THE very first day on the slopes ever! Remembering back to my first day on the slopes at Sprint Mount (or Spring Bump as the locals called it) I can only wonder at having MY first day in the shadow of the Alps! We arrived at the mountain, after driving around the town a few times -- this seems to be a Joe and Melissa special excursion package on most trips. We park and sit down on the bumper of our Honda to gear up, but wait a minute Colin's boot will NOT go onto his foot!! Oh hell, how can he grow so quickly in a month? This is impossible. Okay. We reassess and decide to go up to the ski lodge and rent Colin another pair for the day. Ca ching $$. Ouch that's a lot of money we already spent to turn around a spend some more! But, I kept thinking, his foot is just so close to fitting in the boot, let's just try it one more time. As we are squeezing our crying child's foot into his ski boot, this Germany ski instructor approaches our unhappy scene. He looks at the boot, he looks at Colin's tear smeared face, and then he asks, "Is that boot cold?" Now I'm not great at speaking German, but does that seem like a logical question? I thought, maybe he's asking if the boot is too small and got his adjective incorrect, but NO he IS asking me if the boot is cold. Because now he's rubbing his hands together in an attempt to wipe that blank look off my face. What does he mean, “Is the boot cold?” Okay, so I decide to play along with this line of questioning, I put my hand inside the boot, and yes, it is rather cold, so I nod to indicate this to my new German friend. He shakes his head as if to say, "you silly Americans don't you know that the plastic contracts on the ski boot and shrinks it if you leave it in the car over night?" But maybe I am reading into things. Actually, he does something completely amazing; he takes the boot and stretches it to its maximum. He then places it on the radiator for 20 seconds then, just like butter melting on the stove, slides Colin's foot into the boots. Instantly, the tears stop, Colin's big toothy smile breaks out and the day is saved! So, lessons learned today. If you rent skis the day before do NOT leave the boots outside in the car over night; especially if you have Colin's size feet. Additionally, if a Germany asks you a question in English that you don't understand, then your English needs work, not his ;).

Off to ski school we go....

 So, as you can see the kids have an interesting first morning, but that is nothing compared to watching Joe and his ski instructor Stephen. Stephen is a fiftyish Austrian, excellent skier sporting all the cool equipment and a hoop earring to boot. He speaks broken English mixed in with a great deal of German expletives. My favorite Stephen remark is "Javol!" @ me and "Emmer, emmer, emmer" @ Joe's knee. So I stand around in my skis and watch Joe do 'our' lesson with Stephen, which may not seem like much fun given my opportunity to ski the Zugspitz, but it was fascinating to watch. So Stephen sets up a little slalom ski run using our poles. He goes first, greatly exaggerating the ski moves, explaining to really bend the knee, look at your hand and turn the way your eyes go and your body will follow. I go next. No problem. I get a "Javol!" Joe goes next. He has some trouble. He looks like he's in pain! He gets an "Emmer, emmer, emmer." With a fiftyish Austrian’s hand pressed onto his knee and shoved into his lower back.

 

 So, the ski instructor's opinion is that Joe must turn his knee MORE and bend from the hips NOT the waist. Joe's opinion is that this guy can't speak enough English to teach him and he better start doing a good job because he costs a fortune. 



The next day is round two, minus the ski boot drama/trauma. Stephen is our guide once again and we each have improved enough to go up to higher ground; yes the first day we didn't even make it off the bunny slope. This day is more fun and snowier. The flakes are coming down and so is Joe. He rolls with though – ha ha. As we finish up with the ski school and have some lunch, we decide to try the slopes on our own WITH the kids! CRAZY! Well, no, we just didn't leave the bunny hill.

Mother and Daddy's First Visit to Germany

 

November 2009

As the weather begins to turn colder here in Germany, we've begun revisiting some of our summer hikes. This hike takes you to Bismarkturm providing you with a commanding view of the city of Landstuhl. When our family members arrive, we try to help them adjust to the time change by keeping them moving during the daytime. A favorite destination for a first time visitor is to Burg Nanstein (our local castle) and Bismarkturm. They each have a lovely hike through fairy filled forest with lovely mossy stones in the shadow of the huge fir trees. The kids race ahead giving the adults some time to just chat and catch up on the family news.
After the hike, we treat our jet lagged visitors to some local fare at the castle's resturant!
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This week the boys have a swim meet in Heidelberg so we decide to do a little exploring around the city. Heidelberg Castle sits atop the hill overlooking the city below. There is a very nice walk from the streets below up to the castle, but after the sauna of a swim meet, we all opted for driving up to the top and walking down to the castle. This all sounds so easy, but navigating a Honda minivan through narrow passage ways of ancient towns is quite a feat. I starting the drive towards the top of the castle, but nearing the top I had to move over for Joe to finish the climb. I just don't have the guts to attempt the small entrances, sharp turns, and low overhangs...not to mention, I don't want to be the ONE who does jack the car up! I'll leave that stuff to Joe.... Night is falling as we walk towards the castle, so we'll have to settle for a shorten tour. It's just as well, because after a long day, Colin has had it. It through a royal tantrum in the courtyard of the castle. We all try patiently to calm him, but sometimes nothing works! He's very upset about missing an exhibit because it was closed. The unfortunate part is that his brothers and I made it in before the doors shut. He is so crazy made that he didn't get to do something his brothers got to do. Colin proclaims (in a very loud voice) that all Germans are stupid, and he hates this stupid place. Ahhh I am so proud. Before it gets much more outta hand, we exit the castle and drive home. Sometimes traveling with kids is a bit more of a hassle than an adventure.

The weekend finds us free to travel to another close by city, Speyer. Speyer's Dom (cathedral) is lovely. Inside the boys are impressed with the crypt and alcoves, many of which have wonderful ornate sculptures. This leads to our next unnecessary comment from Colin. Let me give you some background first. Colin and I watch a movie describing the events of the protestant reformation in German. During this time, some defiant prodies disfigured many Catholic Church sumptuary and relics. They did this by axing off the heads of main saints. Colin is completely outraged!! So when he sees this disfigured sculpture (see below) he announces that "those stupid Germans" did it again, referring to the beheaded sculptures. Of course, voices carry inside church crypts, so many onlookers look to see who has made such a statement. First many eyes look at Colin (who doesn't much look like a 6 year old, but more like 10) and then his awful mother. We leave quickly after this (thank God there we're any anger protestant villagers here today).

After the Dom, we eat lunch a at nice little restaurant in Dom Square and then head to the History Museum. As many of the areas in the Rhineland Pflatz, Speyer has a mixed ancient past. First the Celts lived here and then the Romans. The area museum therefore, has a large array of artifacts from both cultures. So in homage to the Romans, here are my angry little Roman Gladiators. Can't you just hear Colin giving the thumbs down to any German Christian? Oh of course, I am only kidding, but he really likes the sword in the costume. After that we head to the "Hex" exhibit. It is a cool nod to many Harry Potter fans. Full of mystic and magic, just like the Celtic culture I mentioned earlier. The rotating exhibits are very well done. This museum gets often over looked because Speyer houses, a transportation museum and an aquarium to boot. We'll see those on another visit.

Christmas in Germany means Christmas Markets!! This is a lovely and captivating customs the Germans have each season. The pageantry and delicious foods are enough to cheer even the deepest Bam Humbugger. So favorites of the kids are the waffles and the cookies. I really enjoy the Gluh Vein (warm spiced wine). This is a stroll we took Sunday after church in Bernkastel-Kues. Unfortunately, the Market isn't open today :(. We do get to meet Krampus  who is Santa’s sidekick; he’s his evil twin, if you will. He stalks the streets hitting people with switches. If a child is bad, Krampus will take the child’s gifts away. If the child is awake Christmas Eve night, Krampus will take the child away!. He's the anti-Santa Claus who stuffs "bad" little boys and girls into his sack. He is a very scary dude, who makes quite an impression on our young Colin bear. He is terrified that his recent behavior will lead to is doom. If you ask Colin what is so scary, it isn't the being stuffed into a sack that terrifies him, but the absence of toys from his Christmas!! Anyway, it doesn't really help in our attempts to remove bad words from Colin's vocabulary.

Next on to Paris!!! 

To accommodate our two families comfortably, we decide to stay outside Paris in the Marriot Villages. This lets us take the train in to the city each day we tour.

Our first stop is Norte Dame. A beautiful sunny winter days walk leads us to the cathedral. As we emerge from the Paris Subway/Train Station, we are meet by street arts one of which has this silly little puppet show. This is the stuff the kids remember. The stand next to one of the most famous cathedrals in the entire world in Paris, France nonetheless, and their attention falls on the puppet singing Beautiful by Marc Anthony!

Okay, so we do go up into the bell tower to be amongst the haunts of Quasimodo and his gargoyle friends, but it's a 30 minute wait! So Joe (my sweet man) goes to get us all some food. He comes back with super yummy crepes (also super stick and all over his $$$ Dale Sweater).   Next we visit the loveliest part of Paris -- Basilique du Sacre-Coeur in Montmartre.

 

You ascend the stairs tops the “sacred heart of the city” as the sun is setting and you walk onto a live movie set. Lovers everywhere embrace, have their photos taken with the milky sky line of Paris with her Eifel Tower, kiss one another HOLD ON A MINUTE – “no, I don’t have anything left for you to eat, I know you’re hungry, can’t you wait a little bit longer?” Oh yeah, I forgot I am here with my kids!!! That’s okay though, it’s still one of the most beautiful places on the earth.   Then we do go eat and have a fun filled two hours of drinks and food.  No worries, we'll catch the next train home.

And after such a lovely trip, we must still visit the Eifel! We briskly walk under her at night with her silhouette a glow. Then on to the perfect vantage point to view her at Trocadero.

Once we make it back to the hotel, Colin writes his letter (confession!) to Santa, telling him, "I don't say bad words".  We'll still keep an eye out for Krampus!  Merry Christmas!