The Germans are fond of saying “April, April, der macht was er will.” April, April, he does what he wants. In Germany, April gets a bad rap for its weather. That is saying a lot in a country where cold drizzle falling from skies imbued with more than fifty shades of grey is as ubiquitous… Read More A bit about April (F, NF)
This is not a normal post for this blog, but it seemed appropriate for the day. A true story. Many years ago, when I was first cutting my teeth in the restaurant business as a server, I was scheduled to work a dreaded Valentine’s Day evening. All the ‘newbies’ got these shifts because all of… Read More A Valentine’s Day Ghost
The money is gone. It isn’t coming back. Most of the Germans I’ve spoken to on the streets or in the cafes of Munich have known this since, like, FOR-EVER! Was there ever really any doubt? Not really. Hey Germans, your leaders have been lying to you! Or they are completely incompetent (as if they… Read More Germans Are Bad Actors
With all that’s been happening with the demonstrations for or against immigrants in Germany, I thought now might be a good time to look at a list of ten things I’ve done (or plan to do, if I can ever get a signature from my wife on a few of them) to integrate, and ingratiate,… Read More A Short List (for Beginners) on How to Integrate into Bavarian Culture (F)
It’s difficult to believe that spoken German is so difficult Just when you get close to understanding the grammar, have fewer holes in your vocabulary and you can begin to enunciate, you realize you can’t pronounce it! German sounds abrupt, and intense, with a sort of staccato sound of emphasis on the hard consonants like… Read More A Few Words in German I Stay Away from, and So Should You
My German sucks. It’s not as bad as my Russian, but it’s pretty bad. You’d think that after spending the better part of a dozen years in Munich, I’d have picked up a few more phrases beyond ordering beer and food in a restaurant. Priorities. My biggest problem (excuse) in learning German is that I’ve… Read More The Saxons Are Coming, Run for the Alps!
Twas the last weekend before Christmas And all through the town It felt almost tropical There was no ice around. Not a snowflake had fallen Only rain fell in sheets Like any spring evening There were puddles on the streets. No mulled wine stand was crowded Everyone preferred a cold beer Short sleeves… Read More Twas the Global Warmed Weekend Before Christmas