Reflections on Turkey, Part 1: Getting there and away

Scott and I are just returning from our much anticipated trip to Istanbul. It was more fabulous and exotic than I could've ever imagined and we've returned home with some stories that we'll surely be sharing with grandchildren one day. I'll start with the adventures of getting there and away, which were experiences that knocked at least 10 years off our lives.

Our flight from Munich to Istanbul was scheduled for mid-afternoon and, after a delay in trains (thanks to the transport strike), a delay in getting the dog to the sitter, and a whole bunch of other issues, we made it to the airport via a $70 taxi ride with no time to spare. I was a ball of nerves already but the fun was just beginning.

Our flight took off on time and we enjoyed incredible aerial views of the Alps as we crossed over Austria and headed East.


I had just settled into my iPod and was dozing off when suddenly I smelled smoke. I second guessed my senses for a couple of minutes before mentioning this to Scott and we soon realized that it was the unmistakable odor of cigarette smoke, which on most flights would get you bum-rushed, tackled to the ground, and subpeonaed to federal court in a split-second. The bizarre thing was that no one else on this 200-passenger flight, including the flight attendants, seemed the least bit concerned about this! Scott really played the situation down to curtail a complete panic attack that was building inside me and eventually the smell faded and I relaxed enough to doze off.

A flight attendant woke me up just prior to landing to ensure that my seat was returned to the "upright position"...because clearly an open flame in the bathroom is no problem but that 2 degree recline on the seat back is a serious safety hazard! As the plane descended, we were enjoying the twinkling lights of the Euro-Asian border and certainly weren't expecting to bounce down the runway like a basketball. But, alas, we did. The back wheels touched down and then the plane jolted forward onto the front wheel and we see-sawed down the runway for a horrifying 15-20 seconds or so. Most of the passengers were on the verge of full-blown panic by the time all three wheels settled onto the tarmac and we began to slow down. The whole plane began cheering and I began plotting a way to hitchhike back to Germany instead of stepping foot onto another Condor/Sun Express flight ever again.

We flew into a regional airport on the Asian side of the city and would have to take a bus from the airport to the ferry dock, then a ferry to the Old City, and then walk to the hostel itself, a route I had written in painstaking detail. We boarded the first bus and were soaking up the hustle and bustle of rush hour traffic in this strange city when..."BOOOOOM" (and when I say "boom", I mean the 'steel crashing into steel at 60 mph' kind of "boom"). Apparently, as our bus was cruising along in the center lane of a 3-lane highway, another city bus had decided to try to squeeze past us in the far right lane. The driver wedged himself between our bus and a huge rock outcrop and gunned it. He scraped the entire length of our bus and never slowed up! The other passengers on the bus just shook their heads and Scott and I sat there in stunned silence wondering what could possibly happen next.

The ferry ride itself was thankfully very uneventful, although don't think for a second that I hadn't done a mental check of the location of life preservers at this point in the trip. We sipped hot tea (a favorite Turkish pastime) and enjoyed crossing the Bosphorus Straits from Asia to Europe.


Once we arrived in the Old Town, I broke out my walking directions and we headed out on foot in search of our hostel. Easier said than done in a city that doesn't believe in street signs. My directions were completely useless and here we stood in the dark, with our packs on, looking obviously lost. We might as well have been waving flags above our heads that said, "We're lost tourists hoping to get mugged tonight!" Luckily, Turks are some of the kindest people I have ever encountered (granted most of them are trying to sell you something, but that's a blog for a different day), and we spent 3 hours snaking our way through the city, asking for directions in local shops, and then walking a few more minutes before asking someone else if we were still continuing in the correct direction. It was tedious and nerve-wracking but we finally found our hostel, which turned out to be in the most perfect location for sightseeing in the city.

We slept like babies that first night and woke to the Muslim call to prayer being broadcast across the city as the sun came up over the Sea of Marmara outside our bedroom window. At that point, I had convinced myself that Istanbul was going to have to be really extraordinary to make up for the chaos we encountered in getting there. No doubt, it made up for it and then some. More to come later, as I am currently nursing my least favorite Turkish souvenir: the flu. Guten Nacht!

Notes on a Bavarian Wedding

In the midst of our fun-filled days at Oktoberfest, came an unexpected treat that will always be one of my favorite memories of our time here: an invitation to a traditional Bavarian wedding. After all the obligatory tourist traps we'd been caught up in at the festival, this was a delightful immersion into the real culture of Bavaria.

The bride, Judith, actually worked for Scott's company here in Munich prior to taking a job with an O&P company in Tampa, FL. She and Scott met when she taught a course he attended while in school and she essentially paved the way for Scott's job opportunity here. Judith and Benjamin, the groom, still live in Tampa but they returned to Munich to exchange vows and we were surprised and humbled at the offer to join them in celebrating their big day. The celebration began at 9 am at the home of Judith's parents. Wedding guests, most of whom were dressed in lederhosen & dirndl, shared a traditional Bavarian breakfast of weißwurst (a veal and pork bacon sausage), pretzels, and beer while a band played Bavarian music (sans the Neil Diamond interlude we suffered through at Oktoberfest, thank goodness). For the first time in a long time, we weren't the only minority given that Benjamin's father, aunt, and best friend, BJ, from Tampa also attended the wedding. We immediately hit it off with BJ and in a strange twist, we discovered that Scott and BJ's paths had crossed over 10 years ago when both were working in New York City. It's a small world, folks! After breakfast, the bride and groom arrived and we all proceeded to the city hall for the exchange of vows. Afterwards, we made our way to a nearby community center where the real fun began. In lieu of a professionally made wedding cake, close friends of the bride had each baked their favorite dessert and the result was remarkable. There were a dozen varieties of cakes, pies, and tarts to choose from and it added the first of many personal touches to the celebration.

One of my favorite customs of the afternoon was plate-throwing. Several family members wrote messages to Judith & Benjamin on small dessert plates and the plates were given to Judith to toss backwards over her head to Benjamin. Depending on what the message said, Benjamin was to attempt to catch or not catch the plates. For example, one of the plates guaranteed 100Euro to the couple if Benjamin was able to catch it. Another promised years of happiness together if caught by the groom. It was a neat tradition and Benjamin managed to catch all of the plates.

Part of the way into the afternoon, I noticed Benjamin carrying Judith's bouquet with him. When asked why he didn't set it down, it was explained that wedding tradition required that the bouquet never leave the hands of bride or groom. If someone besides the couple ever gets hold of the flowers, the groom will be required to host a huge party in the coming days as penalty. Another custom is that of family members producing a skit in satire and celebration of the couple. Judith's family had obviously put a lot of time into this, poking fun at how the couple met and what their life in America was like. It was really funny and entertaining and provided another personal touch to their celebration.



Traditional music, dancing, games, and skits, accompanied by flowing champagne and beer, dominated the scene from about noon until 6 pm. Next, a fantastic dinner of soup, salad, duck and deer was served and afterwards a couple of the guests took the stage to entertain once the band had departed. A husband and wife duo from Mozambique and Cuba, respectively, brought down the house with an hour's worth of talented piano playing and singing. Scott and I are big fans of Buena Vista Social Club and the wife did fantastic covers of several of their songs, in addition some other Latin-American and German classics.

Exhausted by a marathon day of eating, drinking, celebrating, and making lots of new friends, we finally bid farewell to the couple and other guests sometime after midnight. Overall, Scott and I were delighted at the simplicity and charm of the wedding celebration. Weddings in the U.S. can easily take on an aire of competition as brides attempt to out-do their peers with over-the-top decorating, entertaining, wining & dining, etc. I was struck during my own wedding by people who were mortified at my lack of concern for hiring a professional DJ or spending thousands of dollars on floral arrangements, over-priced decor, and wedding planners. I truly identified with and appreciated the simplicity of Judith and Benjamin's traditional Bavarian wedding. Much like our wedding, their focus was the joining of friends and family to celebrate their happy occassion with lots of personal touches but none of the frivolous decor and fuss of most weddings I've attended. It was a true, unrehearsed, not-for-show glimpse into Bavarian culture and we met some of the friendliest, most sincere individuals I've ever encountered. As long as I live, this will stand out as one of my most favorite experiences while living in Europe. Congratulations to Judith and Benjamin and a sincere thank you for allowing us to take part in such a wonderful celebration!

Oktoberfest: 200 Years of the 'Liver Olympics'

Well, the 200th Anniversary of Oktoberfest has come and gone, much to the joy of my bank account and my liver. There really aren't words to describe the level of scensory overload that accompanies a first-timer at Oktoberfest and honestly, one trip just won't do the experience justice...which is why we went four times. The problem with (and the beauty of) the festival is that it is just massive and aside from the obvious beer drinking activities, there is a lot more to see and do. Upon entering the gates, the inner 8 year old in me was ready to drop the family fortune on any number of carnival rides and games. Meanwhile, the inner college kid in me was ready to spend equal amounts on 10€ a piece 1-liter beers. Thankfully, the fiscally conservative adult in me managed to come out on top, for the most part, and the savings account is still largely intact.

Oktoberfest began 200 years ago as a public celebration of the marriage of Prince Ludwig to Princess Therese on October 12. The event lasts 16 - 18 days and opens with a parade including Bavarian music and lots of people in the traditional Bavarian clothing, lederhosen & dirndl. The festival now begins in early September so that festival-goers may take advantage of the longer days and nicer weather of late September. Over 6 million people attended this year's celebration so you can only imagine the level of chaos that reigned both within the festival gates and throughout the city as a whole.

Our friends, Marjio, Andre', and Ergun, joined us from Berlin for the opening day of festivities. We arrived at the entrance gates just in time to catch the end of the parade, the 12-gun salute, and the tapping of the first keg by Munich's mayor at 12 noon. We spent the next several hours navigating the festival grounds with 10,000 of our closest friends and neighbors only to discover that all of the beer tents had filled to capacity by about 9:30 that morning! Beer is only served within the tents at the festival and so we retreated to our favorite beer garden in the city to quench our thirst and headed back to the festival later in the evening. We joined a colleague of Scott's that evening at his table in one of the tents for six hours of chugging 1-liter beers, eating pretzels the size of my head, and singing one of the strangest combinations of music I have ever encountered (traditional Bavarian tunes were always followed by a Neil Diamond or Queen song and then the crowd cheered and drank some more). It was by far the most fun I've ever had. Variations of this scene unfolded a couple more times as we joined Scott's work colleagues in various beer tents over the course of the festival.

Aside from this Bavarian spin on a massive frat party going on within the tents' walls, outside the tents an entirely different spectacle unfolded. As I mentioned earlier, there were literally hundreds of carnival rides and games and I'd have probably pulled Scott onto every one of them if it hadn't been for the massive crowds and the steep prices. We did enjoy a Ferris wheel ride just to get a perspective on the crowd from that height and I consider this 15€ well spent (check out the photo). However, there's just something about throngs of drunk people on spinning rides that quickly loses its appeal for me. Thus, we spent the majority of our non-drinking visits to the festival people watching, eating (everything from candied hazelnuts, roasted chickens to smoked fish, brats, and pretzels), and generally absorbing the sights, sounds, and smells.

All in all, this was an experience neither Scott nor I will ever forget. And whether or not you find interest in chugging a liter of beer or riding over-priced carnival rides, this is a spectacle not to be missed if ever you find yourself in Munich this time of year.

Now or never...

About three years ago, sitting in our first apartment together in St. Pete, I ran by Scott the crazy notion of spending three weeks abroad over the upcoming holiday season. I was anticipating a decent break from grad school and we could've scraped the money together for three weeks in perhaps Istanbul, Turkey, or even a hiking trip to Machu Picchu in Peru. That spring, we took jobs running a Farmer's Market booth on Saturdays for a local restaurant owner to fill our travel fund and eventually set our sights on Istanbul. By September, we'd collected hiking packs and travel guides, and we'd begun shopping for plane tickets.

However, in the meantime, Scott had started Orthotics & Prosthetics school and came home one night with the question that would change everything for us, "What if we moved to Germany after graduation?" He had become fascinated with German technology in the O&P industry and had found a company who might sponsor a one-year apprenticeship in Munich. It was pretty much a no-brainer for me. If ever we were going to try our hands at the whole 'sell everything you own and move to a foreign country' thing, here was the perfect opportunity. We put our Istanbul plans on the backburner (a bittersweet decision for me) and spent the next two years talking, planning, and saving for a move overseas that a lot of people (and sometimes even we) weren't sure would happen.

Here we are, though, nearly three months into life in Munich. Earlier this week, we began brainstorming a trip to take in celebration of our early November birthdays and our wedding (honeymooning one weekend trip at a time). We kicked around the idea of a weekend in Barcelona or a flight to Malaga, Spain, and then a ferry across the Straits of Gibralter into Morocco. But there sat the Lonely Planet: Turkey guide on our bookshelf. This time, "What if we went to Istanbul?" was followed immediately by the purchase of two roundtrip plane tickets. We'll spend 6 days/5 nights in Istanbul with perhaps a day trip up to the Black Sea or Troy. It only seems fitting that this is our first big trip and so Scott and I will celebrate our marriage and ring in our 36th and 26th birthdays with one foot in Asia and one foot in Europe. Now or never, right??

The thing about German grocery stores...

...the thing is, I have a love-hate relationship with them. In some ways, I find their simplicity refreshing and in other ways it's just down right maddening! Here are some random musings regarding the German grocery shopping experience:

- After almost 3 months of grocery shopping in Munchen, I have yet to detect a rhyme or reason to the placement of items within the grocery stores. In the market closest to us, there are spices stored in three random locations throughout the store, pasta can be found on three different aisles, and olive oil on two. Also, milk is displayed in two separate coolers on opposite ends of the store.

- Bagging your groceries at the speed of light is essential if you wish to avoid the death-stare of the cashier at check-out. I have no problem with bagging my own groceries, but the cashiers are lightening fast and inevitably I am wrangling something into a bag when the next customer's items begin piling up on mine. You would think I'd just committed a crime against humanity the way people stare at you after such an offense.

- If the items on your shopping list don't fall into one of four categories, there's every chance you won't be able to purchase it. All moderately sized grocery shops will have the usual suspects: a bakery, a butcher, 1/4 of the floor space devoted to cheese, and hell of a beer selection. All other bets are off. Credit to the Germans, though, because they know how to eat!

- The produce selections in the stores we frequent are fantastic, fresh, cheap (government subsidized), and simply displayed. It struck me yesterday, as I added a 5-lb bag of carrots to my grocery basket, that in a typical American grocery store, a person can purchase carrots pre-cut into a half dozen different shapes and sizes. Pre-chopped and plastic-packaged celery, broccoli, and beans are also the norm in the U.S. but these options are non-existent in Germany. I'm a big fan of their no fuss, no frills, minimal waste attitude in general.

- As mentioned before, the government subsidies make healthy food choices the most affordable. This is one of my favorite things about life here. Fresh produce makes up about 80% of our diet and we spent a fortune on groceries in the U.S. Our grocery bill here rarely exceeds the equivalent of $40 (US dollars) per week.

That's all I've got for now but keep an eye out for updates!

The "Professor" and his little brother

Since arriving in Munich, I've been searching for an opportunity to work in a geoscience lab. As of yesterday, there have been some promising developments in that endeavor. However, in the meantime, I've been spending a couple afternoons of each week babysitting and providing English language practice for a German family with two young boys, ages 3 and 6 years. The family moved back to Munich from their previous residence in Zurich, Switzerland, where Viktor attended English-language kindergarten. Viktor, who I've secretly nicknamed "The Professor" is without a doubt a nuclear physicist in the making. At six years, he has the vocabulary of an Oxford graduate student and is famous for asking, "Leslie, shall I explain to you how --insert complicated subject matter-- works?" One day, while his sweet little brother Jona (pronounced Yonah) was running around the playground, Viktor spent 20 minutes describing the life-cycle of a ladybug. This included a detailed description of the pupa and larvae stages, which I assure you were terms I wasn't exposed to until fifth grade. He has also taken to my interest in geology, and we've spent hours sieving through the sand at the playground. He can now identify a half dozen varieties of quartz, granite, and marble. I've also received primers on the importance of recycling, keeping my dog on a leash, and being very careful if ever I decide to try snow skiing. By far, my most favorite thing about Viktor is that each day when I leave, he shakes my hand as if this were a business relationship. It's all I can do to keep a straight face! For those of you who watch the American TV show "The Big Bang Theory", Viktor is a tiny carbon-copy of Sheldon. The bottom line is, I'm not sure who is getting more of an education in this arrangement. Most days, I leave feeling as if I made 40 Euro and bumped my IQ up a couple more notches by just breathing the same air as this kid.

Two months into Munich

It's been quite awhile since my last blog because well, frankly, we've been having too much fun to slow down & reflect on it all. Today I am home, finished with my grocery shopping (which requires a two mile bike ride) and have washed & hung laundry out to dry. I must say that prior to moving to Munich everyone had an opinion about what we'd love and what we'd hate. And believe me, Scott and I had our own opinions, as well. I'm amazed, though, after two months in residence to report that the things which I thought would drive me nuts have in reality delighted me. I have really embraced public transportation and haven't for a second missed the wretched Tampa Bay traffic I used to fight every day. There is nothing better than settling into a good book and my iPod on the bus or train instead of racing down the interstate and spending a fortune on gas. I've also come to enjoy grocery shopping several times a week, which is a requirement when everything I bring home must either be carried by hand or in the baskets of my bicycle.

Don't be fooled into thinking, though, that we don't have our pet peeves with our new city. I've spent the last seven years in St. Petersburg, FL, where you could get anything you wanted from iced coffee to a tube of toothpaste anytime of the day or night. This is definitely NOT the case in Munich. These people roll the sidewalks up at 8pm on weekdays. Many places close at 2pm on Saturdays and you are just plain out of luck if you need to buy something on a Sunday. We learned this lesson the hard way during our first week in the new apartment. On the first Saturday night spent in the new place, the lightbulb went out in our bathroom. We hadn't yet stocked up on such items and, because shops don't open on Sundays, we showered and brushed teeth by flashlight until the following Monday. Scott and I also tend to be night owls and love late night trips to coffeeshops. I spent 3/4 of my college career in a coffeeshop, studying or pretending to study. Cafes here in Munich definitely aren't open past 8pm and aren't too keen on people staying for longer than it takes to drink said cup of coffee. Nonetheless, we're adjusting and loving this new life despite the changes it brings.

***Before I end, I'd like to post a disclaimer regarding my above comments. The weather in Munich is currently quite nice. Our high temperatures are typically in the 60's and dip into the 40's at night. However, three months from now, it's quite possible that I may retract every statement regarding my love of walking to the grocery store and waiting on train platforms. Be reminded that I was raised in Tennessee, where 2 inches of snow is a huge ordeal. We're told to expect several feet of snow to last a better part of the winter. I think it's safe to say that the miserable cold may later be added to that list of "dislikes".

River Surfers?

So, Leslie and I had decided to take a stroll through the Englisher Garten the other day and we came across part of the Isar River. As we came around this large area of trees, we noticed a couple of guys in full wet suits paddling down stream...on surfboards. Wait a minute, I thought surfing only exsisted in the ocean, not small rivers. Well it was pretty amazing. About three or four of these guys were taking turns jumping off the side of the bank into what looked like intense white water. If you were a brave soul and had some amazing balance, you could surf a constent wave all day long. This urban sport is definitely not for the weak.

I start next week....just kidding, "Charlie don't surf!"

When all else fails...hitchhike!

Today was a quite perfect day in the city of Munich. After days of torrential downpours, which ultimately flooded the Zorneding train station and left us stranded in the hotel, we were determined to get into the city. Sundays in Munich are notoriously low-key because all of the shops and most of the restaurants across the city close.

With this in mind, we set out with the dog from Marienplatz and trekked about a mile or so toward the Englischer Garten, one of the largest urban parks in the world. It's picturesque in every sense of the word, as one can enjoy the sights of the Isar River, rolling meadows, secluded hiking trails, horseback riders, grazing sheep, beer gardens, and nude sunbathers of course! There's something for everyone, indeed! We walked several miles into the park and had worked up quite the appetite by the time we reached the Chinese Turum and surrounding beer garden. Now keep in mind that, as we've been living in a hotel with no kitchen since we arrived, we've pretty much met our annual quota of deli-sliced chicken sandwiches, nutella, and grapes. We mixed it up today with a pork knuckle (that was ALL Scott), a bratwurst, some potato salad, a pretzel, and a cool 2 liters of Hoffbrau.

By the time we made it back to the S-Bahn station and headed for home, we'd walked at least 6 miles and were ready to call it a day. However, if there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past 3 weeks in our new home, it’s to never assume anything when it comes to how things work in Germany. About five stations prior to our train stop, an announcement was made that our train and all future trains were now terminating at this stop in Haar. Apparently there was an incident on the railway up ahead and we'd have to make other arrangements. Easier said than done on a Sunday evening at 7pm when bus service has been halted until Monday and we're a good 15 miles from our hotel. We seriously considered walking the 15 miles home and probably would've if we hadn't already walked all day and if we weren't within an hour and a half of sunset. So, up the thumbs went!

(Now, as a side note, this is actually my second international hitchhiking experience. Back in 2005, a friend and I hitchhiked across St. John in the US Virgin Islands on the way back from some geology fieldwork in the salt ponds. I'm still stunned that we caught a ride because we had hacksaws, rubber mallets, conduit pipes, and 2x4's strapped to our backpacks and I'm almost certain we looked like serial killers. At least on this trip, I wasn't garnished with could-be weapons and absolutely covered in mud.)

Nonetheless, within 10 minutes of deciding to hitch it, we'd convinced a fellow stranded passenger to let us tag along with her when her husband arrived. They were apparently headed right by our hotel on their way home and dropped us off at our front door, refusing our money and honking as they drove away. While hitchhiking is not necessarily my preferred mode of transportation, I must admit that we signed up for an adventure and so far, an adventure is definitely what we’ve gotten!

Bier > Wasser

I've made two pretty funny (at least to me) observations regarding the importance of beer in Germany in the past few days. Here goes:

I got online recently to check the opening hours of our favorite grocery spot, Viktualenmarkt. It's a fantastic 5-acre, open-air market near city center selling produce, olives, pastries, meat, cheese, flowers, etc. In bold letters under the market operating hours, reads a somewhat apologetic statement that while the market itself opens at 8:00 every morning, the beer garden doesn't open until 9AM. Well, that just blows my plans right out of the water!! No liters of Hoffbrau for me until 9AM?!? Who do these people think they are?

Secondly, I was skimming the local paper this morning and came across an article about how the federal police were investigating claims of passenger abuse on a recent high-speed regional train. We've had unusually hot weather here in Germany and apparently several of the long-distance trains experienced air-conditioning malfunctions over the weekend. The heat became so intense that passengers began breaking out train windows to get fresh air and 9 people were eventually admitted to the hospital for heat-related issues. The article mentioned that DB (Deutsch Bahn) officials had admitted to halting all buffet service onboard due to the heat but had supplied passengers with emergency provisions, which included crackers, water (vasa), and beer. Now, folks, there's something to be said for a country that considers beer an emergency provision!

The universal language of 'dog'

A couple days ago, Scott and I headed into Munich city with the lamb to run a few errands. We stopped off at Deutsche Bank in Marienplatz and Scott ran inside to the ATM while the lamb and I waited on the front steps. Opposite from us, stood a burqa-clad Islamic woman with a sweet little pre-school aged girl. She seemed very interested in lamb and eventually drug her mother over to us to to say hi and give a pet. A few seconds later she ran around the corner and came back with three or four other little ones who also wanted to get in on the puppy action. Before I knew it, not only did I have at least ten little ones clambering for a chance to touch lamb, but I also had now four or five burqa-clad women with their iPhones whipped out taking photos and video of all this. The best came when Scott emerged from the bank and looked down, jaw dropped, to see me laughing hysterically in the midst of all this chaos. We managed to disrupt foot traffic on one of the busiest sidewalks in all of Munich and, despite the language and cultural barrier between us, that may always be one of my favorite moments in our new home.

Sprechen Sie Englisch?

It is amazing the trouble one must go to in a foreign country to accomplish the simplest of tasks when one doesn't speak the native language. Scott and I have really struggled with learning German due to a combination of working & schooling full-time prior to the move and then devoting any extra time to the task of moving itself. Add to this that we are both conversational (I wouldn't go so far as to say fluent, though) in Spanish and, thus, everytime I attempt to formulate a German sentence, three or four spanish words inevitably get thrown into the mix. What a jumbled up bunch of gibberish we can produce!! I don't want to give the impression, though, that I'm pompous enough to think that everyone in the world should be expected to speak my native tongue. However, every once in awhile, it would be so nice to not have to think so hard about everything that comes out of my mouth.

Regardless, here we are in Deutschland with the proper vocabulary to order a bier, ask for directions, and ask "Sprechen Sie englisch?" Other phrases and vocab have been easy to pick up just by listening to the way locals greet each other, by translating word by word various newspaper articles, and by listening to German TV whenever possible. We are indeed catching on but we have a long way to go!

I spent an hour and a half on the Amazon website (all in German) trying to decipher which type of dogfood we should buy for the lamb and then another fifteen minutes figuring out the proper way to enter our German address and billing info so that it actually got to us (By the way, it's incredibly difficult to find decent dog food here. I've yet to find an actual pet store even with Google's help.) It's taken me four days to get my hands on oil-free facial moisturizer, too. Things that require zero thought in your native country become monumental when you're out of your element (and, in my case, too stuborn to ask for help because I know fighting through it myself will be the quickest way to learn).

I've come to depend on several websites devoted to native English-speakers now living in Germany and I came across the following little story, which hit way too close to home:

"My integration course teacher told us about one of her former students. The guy's wife gave him a shopping list to pick up on the way home. After wandering around the store for awhile, he couldn't figure out where to find chicken. He picked up an egg, went to an employee and said 'wo ist mama?' She laughed and took him to the chicken and said 'I dont know if it is mama oder papa but here you go.'"

So with that, I'm off to look for apartments and meet with landlords who I'm sure speak very little English. Ahhh, here we go again!

Newlywed/Newly-Nomadic

First of all, my apologies for a 6-week hiatus on blogging. We've crammed a lot into that time and I've barely been able to form a cohesive thought (much less put one on paper). This is my account of the last 6 weeks and be forewarned, it's wordy.

Our May 30th wedding on Sanibel Island, FL, seems now like something that took place years ago. It was a perfect affair with many friends and family there to celebrate with us, and that many more celebrating in spirit. I can't say enough about how perfect it all was. The eerily calm moments when my mom was helping me get the dress on were some that I'll always cherish. Most certainly, I'll never, ever forget the expression on my dad's face when he saw me in my wedding gown for the first time. I'll also never forget standing at the beginning of the aisle (sandy path through the dunes) a mere 60 seconds before walking down to meet Scott and suddenly realizing that I had no idea where our rings were. Ooops! Thank goodness for my quick-witted dad and close friend/bridesmaid, Jenny, who burned a trail back to the cottage and found them just in time! The best, of course, was slipping that ring on my best friend's hand. He was just as handsome and cute as the first day we met and we couldn't have asked for a better day.

Fast forward a few weeks to June 15th, and we've managed to liquidate a 1000 sq ft of furniture and other belongings in the first city I called "home" since I left my true "home" in Tennessee. This was a particularly hard goodbye for me. Leaving behind our home, our beach, our friends, and perhaps most difficult, our little brother Dorian & his family. Dorian and I have been "matched" through Big Brothers Big Sisters since August of 2004 and we've spent several hours a week together ever since. Scott joined our match back in 2008 so that we technically became a "big couple" to Dorian. In reality, we're all just family and it's really hard to say goodbye (in this case "see you later") to family. Thank goodness for Skype and Facebook!

On June 15th, we managed to get everything we owned into a rented dodge minivan and my Hyundai and we headed north to Tennessee. It was an emotional drive out of town for me but the adventure ahead made it somewhat easier.

A day and a half later we arrived home in Tennessee. It's always good to come home to the country. It was our dog, Kaya's (henceforth known as 'the lamb') first experience outside of a city and she had a ball running across the yard unleashed. We couldn't keep her out of the pool, either, which came as quite a suprise. Time with family was sweet but, as always, too short. We spent time supporting my dad in his campaign for Humphreys County Executive, shopped with my mom, and drank a LOT of sweet tea. It doesn't get much better than that!

On June 30th, we said tearful goodbyes and made our way to the Nashville Airport with all the essentials for our European life crammed into four pieces of luggage. It was liberating, overwhelming, exciting, and scary as hell...all at the same time. Lucky for us, we've got friends in high places (literally). The mother of my best friend, Amy, is a flight attendant for Delta and we were greeted onboard with champagne and the goodie bags from first class (a big deal when faced with a 9 hour flight). Husband, wife, and lamb landed safely in Munich, Germany, at 8:20 am local time and the adventure officially began. I'll close this (winded) blog at this point just by saying that Germany is beautiful. It's everything I expected and so much more. Details to come soon on falling in love with one of the most beautiful places in the world. In the immortal words of the Grateful Dead, "What a long, strange trip it's been."

Coming Full Circle

No matter how outlandish my ideas have been, I have always marched to the beat of my own drum. From the time I was little, I have always taken an interest in creating, building, and working on my own random art projects (fireworks and things that are really dangerous). Many of you may not know this, but I hold a special place in my heart for George Romero films like the original Dawn of the Dead or even Sam Raimi's Evil Dead movies. Nothing fascinated me more as an 8 year old than some zombie getting his arm wacked off with a chainsaw or better yet when actor Bruce Campbell cuts his own hand off and straps a chainsaw to his arm. For some reason that scene sticks in my mind. I remember how real it looked but it never really frightened me. I was actually intrigued and knew that one day I could and would create art like this. As I got older, I thought I was destined for a life in LA writing and directing film. After 6 months and a 6.7 magnitude earthquake, I decided that wasn't such a great plan. I then returned to New York City to complete culinary school and become a chef trained in classical French cuisine. Whether it was cooking something, writing, or making my father look like Freddy Krueger for halloween back in '88, I have always considered myself an artist. Almost 3 decades later I figured out what I was destined for. What I do now not only looks like some of the props they use in film, but I can now go home knowing that I have restored someone's life. If you are interested in seeing what I will be doing in Germany, check out the link below. Click on "Orthopädietechnik", then click on "Company profile".
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A Big Weekend for the Auerbach's

We're in celebration mode down in sunny St. Pete this weekend! Graduation is upon us! After years of juggling a full-time job and school, Scott will get his Bachelors Degree in Orthotics & Prosthetics from the J.E. Hanger School of Orthotics & Prosthetics at St. Petersburg College on Saturday morning at Tropicana Field. This is a particularly huge milestone for us as a couple because the first three years of our relationship were spent with textbooks between us. It's hard to believe that from this point forward, the words "I've gotta study" will no longer put a damper on weekend plans and evening outings. I almost can't fathom what it will be like to spend whole evenings together for weeks on end but I can't wait to try my hand at it! Don't get me wrong, though. I'm so proud of his dedication to and love for O & P. Scott's passion for the field is truly inspiring. My year-long break from science has been a good and more than necessary one. However, watching Scott take such pride in his work and enjoy every second of it has me ready to hit the ground running again with my own career interests. Scott will do great things for the O&P industry and the patients who rely on it for maintaining their quality of life. His intelligence, experience, compassion, and perfectionist attitude will take him far...about 5,000 miles to be exact! I'm just so proud to call him my partner in crime! Congrats, Scott!