Before I move on to the more recent happenings in my life, I really have to finish my Europe blog with a brief entry on my time in Germany.
So, after finishing up with my archaeological dig in Italy, I took a bus straight from Gravina to Rome and from there, flew (for some 15 odd Euros) directly to the Karlsruhe-Baden airport where Petra was waiting for me. When I was 2, Petra was an au pair for my family, and she's now married to a wonderful man called Gérald and has a 9-year-old daughter, Sophie, and a 7-year-old son, Jérémie.
During the 10 days I spent with them, the children read Asterix and fairy tales to me in German, I played soccer with Jérémie and accompanied Sophie on the piano as she played flute (our favourite song was Scarborough Fair), I chatted for hours about life and parenting with Petra and Gérald, I met all their crazy friends at a BBQ they hosted, I went to the movies with Petra, and we traveled to Tuebingen and Strasbourg (as you can see from my photos). All in all, it was such an amazing opportunity to spend some time with a family (something most university students don't have the chance to do too often) and to learn from the perspectives of two young parents who also knew all about my parents.
But this wasn't the only opportunity I had to do that: co-incidentally, Geli, the au pair that lived with my family before Petra, lived only 20 minutes away and so I was also able to spend a couple of days with her and her family. Since the live in a smaller town, we walked around the countryside eating oh-so-yummy plums right off of trees, checking out some schools and gardens, and eating ice cream. On top of all that, we also spent so time at the stables where Geli's daughter, Lea, rides and went to a Bee Festival.
Finally, after all this fun and some sad good-byes, I headed off to Koeln to meet my friend Marina and her boyfriend, Markus. Marina was on an exchange at my uni last year from Germany and on top of just being a great friend, she helped me out quite a bit with my German. Marina was living in Neuwied with her family and working there for the summer, but since Markus was working in Koeln and had an apartment there, we took advantage of that for a couple of days. First we did a little day-tour of Koeln during which I was most surprised at how sheltered from commercialization the cathedral had been kept. Next, we went to Bonn to see a museum called the Haus der Geschichte (House of History). It was the most well-done museum I've ever seen with interactive exhibits for all ages and beautiful presentation of information, and it was entirely free for everyone!
After this time in the city, we headed of to Neuwied for my last few days where Marina's family greeted me with such incredible hospitality and delicious food! Of course, we saw the city and ate lots of ice cream - the best I had in all of Europe! - but we also had time to take a quick trip to Koblenz and have a look around there.
And then, August 14th, it was all over. After 2 weeks of relaxation and fun with some of the kindest, most generous people I've known, it was time for that dreadful 7-hour flight back to the homeland.
Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. 'Nothing in particular,' she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.
-Helen Keller, Three Days to See (1933)
NB: Helen Keller was deaf-blind.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud, the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.
-Helen Keller, Three Days to See (1933)
NB: Helen Keller was deaf-blind.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Germany
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