|Short Trip to Salzburg|
December 31, 2009
December 29, 2009
December 28, 2009
The little Gremlin and his library Lonely Planet--it came in very useful!
Our last couple days with Safta were more relaxed. On Tuesday, we spent the morning doing some long-neglected chores and grocery shopping. Later, we went into town to the Residenz museum, but only had time to see the treasury. That in itself was comprehensive and well-worth seeing. We walked over to the Fairy Tale Christkindlmarkt in the Residenz courtyard and ate Greg's first roasted chestnuts (the verdict: "they're okay, but a little dry"-GG). Safta wanted a big beer and sausage so we went to the Augustiner beerhall (see picture at the end).
Left to right: The cow udder ketchup and mustard containers at the sausage stand; the crown jewels in the Residenz treasury.
Safta enjoying the big beer (it was really Greg's). Her sausage platter came later.Those were our last days of Safta's visit. In a few days, I'll be able to tell you all about our adventures in Salzburg. Happy New Year's!
December 24, 2009
The next day we actually were able to get in and see some of the church as well as another larger church, Theatinerkirche, in Odeonsplatz. Along the way, we stopped by a gallery showing amazing black and white photos from New York in the 1940's and 50's (think Breakfast at Tiffany's). We also stopped by the Alte Pinakothek, which houses the older paintings and is one of the three Pinakotheks in the area.
(and doesn't Safta kind of look like Julie Andrews here, right?)
The next day we went to Chiemsee to see Ludwig II's Versailles-wannabe Herrenchiemsee palace. Let me tell you this: they do not heat the palace in the winter and you could feel it. But the grounds were beautiful, covered with fresh powdery snow, and the inside was extravagant and a homage to the French kind, Louis XIV. Greg especially enjoyed the mammoth-size hot tub and table that could be lowered through the floor. That night we dined with Nami and Gil (aunt and uncle on the other side of the family) at an Italian restaurant.
As this post is getting quite long, I will stop here and write another post tomorrow about what we've done from Tuesday until today. Merry Christmas to those that celebrate!
December 13, 2009
They are easy to make and fairly quick, too. So if you're in need of some Christmas cookies, let me know and I'll send you the recipe. A certain German co-worker asked for it once she saw the picture. Kudos Priscilla!
Tollwood encompasses an outdoor food area packed with groups enjoying their gluehwein and other alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks; ethnic food tent with food from Thailand, India, Africa and the Middle East; indoor bazaar filled with handmade and non-handmade gifts; and a music tent. We unfortunately decided to go when it was super-crowded, a Saturday night, so the lines were long. But we eventually enjoyed some falafel and couscous, lychee juice, crepes with cinnamon and sugar, fragrant gluehwein and swing music. We even have a commemorative cup that made its way home with us. ;-)
Apparently, there is a regulatory office that authorizes the street musicians and performers in the tourist areas to do their work. They only give out something like 20 permits a day and every day a performer wants to perform, they have to go to this government office for the permit. They play for a government official and if they're deemed good enough and there are still permits left for that day, they are allowed to play. But just for that day. The next day, they have to apply again. If they do get a permit, they are supposed to display it for all to see.
In any case, I love walking down the tunnel lined with bikes (even now!) with music enveloping you, welcoming you into the shelter of the station's entryway.
This is my favorite shot because the berries look cartoon-drawn eyes and nose, and the snow top looks just like a beehive hair-do!
December 10, 2009
I've only ever seen teens and young hipsters do it. Greg and I jaywalk on a regular basis though. And we don't even have to hold hands to cross either! It's not that we don't respect the rule--we understand the purpose for those who have trouble seeing the cars or can't walk across the street quickly enough. But we're young, healthy, spry things who can make it across the street fine without a little green man showing us the way.
However, sometimes the peer pressure from the crowd is so great that I do wait at the light. That's why I think this social more isn't going away any time soon.
December 6, 2009
Here he is next to the Santas.
December 3, 2009
Today, as I watched a guy walking along the subway platform with a shrink-wrapped Christmas tree (?!?!), I had an epiphany of sorts. First, I was so glad that someone was taking something weird on the subway (but that's really another post all together). And second, lately images have stuck out in mind as though they're reminding me of daily things I should be telling the people back at home about. However, I don't think even if I was at home, I would try to describe these images out loud.
But in any case, here are my mental images of this week that I've collected for you.
- Yesterday evening, I waited for Greg at the metro station near my aunt's house and was looking at the almost full moon through the trees. Then as I looked away, I noticed a fog had thrown itself around everyone and everything near me. Cars blurred in the distance and people bundled in their coats faded in the mist. The fog by itself turned everything into a sort of fairy tale land, magical in its own way.
- I had an evil-sounding subway car driver today. It was like he was imitating the Count on Sesame Street (whatever they call it here-- I'm guessing Sesamstrasse). Eins....ha ha ha...Zwei....ha ha ha....Drei....ha ha ha. You get the picture, except with subway stop and "keep away from the door"-type comments. Wouldn't it be nice if he was some broke, has-been actor who became a subway driver and lives now for the sole enjoyment of scaring small children and yippy dogs?
- This evening, Greg had Scoots curled up in the crook of his arm, just chilling on the sofa, reading his e-mails. Scoots hasn't done that since we moved to Munich, but he used to do it at home in Aurora, CO. It's also sweet when I look over and Scoots is headbutting and giving glasses kisses to Greg (leaving his smudges on Greg's glasses like a granny leaves lipstick stains on her grandchild's cheeks) while purring nonstop.
November 29, 2009
Today my family (with my other aunt, Smadar, who is visiting from Israel) visited Bad Toelz to see the Chriskindlmarkt there. Almost every city has one going until December 24th. But this one was supposed to be an especially traditional market. Booths lined the cobblestoned streets, selling everything from wood cut-out decorations to chocolates to scarves to gluehwein (a mixture of red wine and spices supposed to keep you warm).
We did in fact try out the gluehwein as well as the latkes and apple sauce dish, pide (covered pizza-like food often with bacon or potatoes and cheese), and chocolate covered strawberries and bananas (this I think is not traditional ;-). People were walking around, snacking on roasted chestnuts, sugared nuts, meter-long sausages on baguettes, and meat sandwiches.
In terms of artistry, I wasn't very impressed. The only booth that attracted me was the colorful bird houses. I think it would be much nicer to go at night when all the lights are out though. I know of at least two more markets that we'll hit up here before I give my final review of them. Bad Toelz as a city was beautiful with the river winding through it and the Alps nearby.
And although we didn't do much, I thought I should send out an update on our Thanksgiving. Germans know that it's an American holiday and that we eat turkey, but not much more than that. I actually had to remind myself that it was Thanksgiving! Greg and I didn't have time to plan anything with friends so just the two of us had dinner at a great restaurant near my new workplace. However, it was nothing like drenching everything (stuffing, mashed potatoes and yams) with cranberry sauce and digging in with family and friends. Enjoy the left-overs for us!
November 24, 2009
I'll be sure to keep everyone updated as to funny German work habits and interesting stories.
For now, I do have one short German idiosyncracy to share: crazy hair colors. I saw an older lady walking down the street the other day with what looked like a wig.
"Must be a wig," I remember thinking because it was a color that naturally could not live on anyone's head! It's hard to explain it exactly, but it was between lavender and fuschia. But really, I think I've seen just about every hair color under the sun--blue streaks, florescent purple, fire-engine red, neon green. To add to your mental picture, the hair's usually teased up and dry due to the over-dyeing of it.
My hypothesis is that it's a way to exert their devil-may-care attitude in a country where people generally do not stand out that much. Over all, I really enjoy seeing what hair colors I'll come upon that day. It's sort of like a safari in the city.
November 12, 2009
That's it for now! My mom wanted pictures of Scoots so here you go. Big hugs for all!
November 4, 2009
- Seatbelts - Apparently being away from cars has taken away Ayelet's knowledge of seatbelts as the first thing she said on our Turkish Airways flight was "Does your seatbelt work?" I gladly provided a tutorial. [Editor note: These were *not* normal seat belts we were dealing with, folks. Sadly, I have no photographic evidence to show you how crazy they were. I think Greg figured it out only moments before I did. ]
- Subways - After thinking that Munich was a big city, we entered the realm of 12 million people in Istanbul. On more than one occasion we got to be part of a Turkish sandwich as we rode through the city on its mass transit.
- Street signs - Getting around Istanbul proved to be a bit difficult at first as we often had to guess what street we were on. The city didn't want to make up its mind whether signs should be posted on buildings, on street signs, or the favorite choice - posted invisibly. [Editor: We always got where we were going, but we just took in more of the "sights" along the way.]
- Street cats - If you are looking for a good souvenir, there are many furry little guys running all over the city. You could create a "Cute Cat Book" for all of the places we saw them sleep. [Editor: Here's my favorite--we spotted this sleeping stray in a dry place out of the rain.]
- Sock bags - I bet you have never had a family snicker at you at the airport because you were putting plastic bags on your feet. Thankfully, my mom taught me at a young age that a plastic bag will keep a sock dry even in a wet shoe. Ayelet and I raided our dirty laundry after a windy, down-pouring last day in the city, but I only had one pair of shoes. So, if your hotel in Istanbul has free "S"lippers in the room like ours did, shove them in somewhere as you might need them when you least expect it. [Editor: Boy, do those plastic bags crinkle around when walking! ;-) ]
Superb - my recommendation for the city as we had a great trip with many lasting memories.
November 2, 2009
- Munich: so clean, well-paved, rule-bound, organized.
- Istanbul: so chaotic, full with people, free-spirited, many sidewalks and streets in disrepair, entrepreneurial.
The last bit about Istanbul corresponds to their drive to work. Walking through the Grand Bazaar, we were met with many inviting calls (both relevant and irrelevant). "Where are you from?" "Yes?" "Excuse me, EXCUSE ME!" "Is it my turn yet?" (to which Greg replied "No.") and "For you, this price." We ended up with a beautiful silk woven tablecloth and mother-of-pearl inlaid backgammon board--our mutual anniversary presents.
Even the tour guides jockeyed for our attention and money. They could pretty much speak any language you could throw at them--English, German, Spanish, French, Italian, Chinese, etc. I don't know why, but they pegged us for Germans. Maybe it was Greg's light hair or the fact we were wearing leather shows instead of sneakers, or Greg's rain jacket that he bought in Munich. We probably looked like the Germans I often see on the streets. They honestly look as though any second they could go on a hike with their hiking shoes, hiking pants, fleece vests, and waterproof sporty jackets. I always think "But where are they going to go hiking? We're in the middle of a city!"
I digress, but in any case, each city is beautiful in its own way. You can see our photos here or through the image below.
|Istanbul Fall 2009|
Tomorrow: I'm helping Greg post about obscure things from our vacation so stay tuned!
Although Turkey is a Muslim country, Istanbul is very cosmopolitan. We saw plenty of women with headscarves, but there also were many who dressed just like we do in the States. People mostly drank tea, but there were those who drank alcohol. Almost everyone we interacted with knew multiple languages and was very friendly. Obviously, we stood out as foreigners, but we were never so different that we stopped traffic. In fact, I would say we got a healthy fill of jay-walking, which is heavily frowned upon in Munich.
November 1, 2009
- The first night we arrived and toured the Blue Mosque and then stopped off for our first cup of tea and game of backgammon at a streetside cafe.
- On the second day, we went to the Aya Sofya and the Basilica Cisterns. After a quick rest, we headed to the Museum of Turkish and Islamic Arts. We also visited the Grand Bazaar that afternoon.
- On Thursday, we visited the Topkapi Palace and walked through the Harem and the palace's insane treasury containing jewels and bejeweled treasures alike that make today's rich and famous look like common peasants. After that, we headed over to the Spice Bazaar, which looked to be closed (probably due to Turkish Republic Day) and over the Galata Bridge to Beyoglu, the modern side. We did get excellent turkish delight on Thursday as well.
- We took at ferry down the Bosphorous strait on Friday and climbed up to see the Black Sea from a castle's ruins. That night, we had a great dinner at a small hole-in-the-wall place with a charming owner.
- On our last day, it rained. And a lot of it. With wind included. We found our way to the Kariye Musezi museum of religious mosaics and then basically went to the airport.
All in all, it was a great vacation and we'll tell you more about it later. Right now, my bed awaits. I've left you with a picture taken our first night of the Blue Mosque. Good night!