New Year’s Eve in Munich is awful. I like almost every aspect of living here, but there are a few things I simply cannot tolerate. What the locals call Sylvester is one of those things. I loath it. A lot. More than a lot, if that were possible. A whole lot. It really comes down… Continue reading Sylvester spoil sport – get those damned fireworks away from me
Tag: Germany
I assume we’re going to keep doing this until we like it
I’ve been laid up this week, which is why I’ve included the photo of Louis prepared to administer first aid. It’s been quite an interesting time to observe current events, and because of a lot of time on my hands, I’ve read my fill of op-ed pieces about the refugee crisis here in Europe. … Continue reading I assume we’re going to keep doing this until we like it
Don’t look at the photo of his lifeless body on the beach unless you’re prepared to do something about it
There’s a photo from Reuters that’s all over the web today. Has been for a few days already, and it’s disturbing. It’s not at all nice. It’s the opposite of nice, even. It’s a shot of a little boy who’s drowned & washed up on the beach. I’m not putting it here, but I… Continue reading Don’t look at the photo of his lifeless body on the beach unless you’re prepared to do something about it
Another chapter in the book of Fafa
The last week has been filled with adventures while my mother was in Germany. She made her annual European trip, which included a week in France, and then she and I met up in Strasbourg before our return to Munich. She loves Munich – as I’ve often mentioned here, we lived here in the… Continue reading Another chapter in the book of Fafa
they’ve just locked away their goods for the rest of the weekend
Reading more blogs about living in Germany, I’m noticing there’s quite a lot of material I’ve not even bothered to cover here. When you live somewhere long enough, even as an outsider, you begin to take local oddities for granted. Last week, for example, I was rushing out the door to grab some milk,… Continue reading they’ve just locked away their goods for the rest of the weekend
Mild as it’s been, enjoying late autumn
It’s been mild, we get it. November was rather warm here in Munich, and there hasn’t been much sunlight. It’s a good time to hole up and read. Or write. However, when you’ve got dogs, there’s only so long you can stay inside. I’ve tried to convince the hounds to take themselves out, but they… Continue reading Mild as it’s been, enjoying late autumn
The Media’s ‘Silly Season’ is Upon us – What the Germans call the Sommerloch
This originally appeared in MunichNOW, which you can find here: The Media’s ‘Silly Season’ is Upon us – What the Germans call the Sommerloch We have entered what the Germans call the Sommerloch, which is yet another example of a German word for a situation that we did not even know was needed. Directly translated,… Continue reading The Media’s ‘Silly Season’ is Upon us – What the Germans call the Sommerloch
German words and not talking opera
You know, it can be a bit odd when you tell someone you like living in Germany. The person cocks his head, and either says it outright or visibly thinks, ‘But you could live in Spain or Italy…or anywhere. Why Germany?’ Then you admit that you actually enjoy speaking the German language…oh, and that you genuinely like the people. The… Continue reading German words and not talking opera
Shedding the Kummerspeck
Why do I find myself going back again and again to photos of my trip to Seville? It’s not only that it’s such a beautiful place – I’ve seen my share of those. There’s something about Spain in general and Seville in particular. So this is a bending, sunlit corridor. At this particular moment,… Continue reading Shedding the Kummerspeck
out of a funk…onto a journey
There’s only one way to ease back into this ol’ Dachshund Blog, and it’s not to ease in at all. My intention is to slog in full speed. As quickly as one can slog, I suppose. Where have I been? What have I been doing? Well, the specifics are rather unexciting for the most part,… Continue reading out of a funk…onto a journey