I am a domestic godess

I am sick. I have a cold, Japanese style. It involves sneezing, coughing, burning lungs and general fatigue. Not as bad as the bronchitis I had earlier this year, but bad enough to miss two days of work.

Marc is also sick. He's been sick for almost three weeks. So he's home, too. But he had an important meeting today, so he's been on the phone for the last two hours talking about molding and energy and experiments and oxides that I just don't understand. (I try, I really do. And when he talks slowly and uses small words, I almost understand...)

So what am I doing? I am hungry and after 10 days in Japan, I need some home cooking. So, I, living up to the title of this post, am making spaghetti sauce.
My mom makes the best spaghetti sauce ever and I am using her recipe.

Yum, yum, yum!

The one where the suitcase bites the dust...

I have been doing a lot of traveling lately. And somehow, my suitcases can't seem to keep up. (I only say "my" because I brought them into the marriage.)

Marc and I were in Prague this summer. As we picked up our suitcase from the belt, it had a giant rip in it, so that our clothes were almost falling out. We went to the counter and made a report, but were told it would be best if we tried to get reimbursed once we were in Germany, because otherwise, we would get Czech money (can't remember what it's called, cut me a break, I've been traveling for the last 19 hours or so). By the time we left Prague, the suitcase had completely lost a wheel. In order to get home, we had to borrow tape from Lufthansa and tape our suitcase back together. Yes, we looked like hillbillys. I bought the suitcase at Target. In 2006. I think it cost me $80. (Does that sound right, Mom?) When I told the lady at the Lufthansa office in Germany that it cost $80 and yes, I do mean American dollars, she didn't know what to do. With the exchange rate at that point in time, the original cost in Euros would have been 50. And since the suitcase was two years old, she should have given me less than the original price. But she gave me 50 Euros, because "I'll never find a suitcase for less than that here in Stuttgart."

Not having replaced that suitcase, I headed with another to Brazil in September. Now, this one made it in one piece, but two days after I did. Fortunately, I wore business clothes on the plane. But going to work two days in a row in the same clothes, which I wore during the 24 hour trip from Germany to Brazil was not really my idea of a good time. Fortunately, I had the essentials (know what I mean??) in my carry-on. If it wasn't for the current (dumb) rule about liquids, I would have only traveled with a carry-on!

And today? Yet another suitcase drama. I arrived safely in Tokyo, after a one hour train ride from Stuttgart to Frankfurt (on which a bunch of soccer fans almost got arrested for riding without tickets - it was very dramatic!), an 11 hour flight to Narita and then a 1.5 hour bus ride to the hotel. The first thing that I wanted to do was to unpack and hang up my suits. But I couldn't get the suitcase open. Now I admit that the zipper was broken before I ever left home. But you could still use it, it had just come unstitched on the one corner. Well, I spent a half hour trying to get it open. I have the swollen index fingers to prove it. And I was utterly unsuccessful. So the hotel porter had to come up and cut it open. So I will be buying a new suitcase during my stay here. Fortunately, I have a whole weekend with no plans...

My room is on the 14th floor of a hotel in a popular shopping district of Tokyo - Ikebukuro. I was positively surprised to have free internet (unfortunately not wireless). The room is small, but not too small for Japan.
I have a pretty good view from my window. Unfortunately, the pictures didn't come out so good, because I took them through the glass...

And the street below:
It's warm here, about 70-75 degrees, and seems to me to be pretty humid. And it's raining, but I'm used to that, because it's been doing that so often in Germany. Where it's also about half as warm as here.

My doorbell just rang and the hotel manager wanted to know if I was "making fire" in my room. Um, no, is that allowed? I was told it was non-smoking. But standing in the hall, I noticed it, too - the smell of smoke. Not cigarette smoke, real honest-to-goodness fire smoke. I asked if we should leave our rooms and he said "No, we find it." So I'm just sitting here waiting for the fire alarm to go off at any minute....Stay tuned.

Mason turns two

This sweet boy is my nephew Mason. Today, he is two. He looks very much like my brother did at this age.

Because we live an ocean apart, Mason knows me from almost exclusively from pictures. This is probably the worst part of living overseas - the irregular visits with family and friends. I am very grateful to my sister-in-law and brother, that they show Mason pictures of me/us.

What I would most like to do today: give Mason a big birthday hug! But that will have to wait a couple of months...

Just feelin sorry for myself

I'm sitting here trying to get motivated to clean the house and pitying myself. Because

- We went from summer directly into winter here. It's cold! What happened to fall??

- I'm husbandless for a little more than a week, while my husband is on vacation in Romania with a friend of his.

- Yesterday's girls' night got cancelled because my friend is sick

- I had a hard time falling asleep last night, because I watched a scary TV show and see point #1

- The left arrow key on my laptop doesn't work

- This morning, my cereal ran out and I don't like Marc's cereal and I'm too lazy to go to the bakery around the corner

- I have to clean the house (alone! - see point #1)

- I go on a business trip tomorrow - SUNDAY!

- The flight for my business trip leaves at 7 a.m. - on SUNDAY! Fortunately, I will sleep at my in-laws, so I "only" have to be at the train station at 5:36 a.m.

- I worked until 9 p.m. last night to get ready to go on this business trip

- One week after Marc gets home, I will be gone for a week and a half on a business trip.

I think I'll go eat some ice cream...chocolate ice cream makes everything better! And since we're both going to be gone, there's nothing else to eat here anyways...

Adieu, Summer

Today we said "goodbye" to summer. It was supposedly the last summery day of the season. Marc finished a meeting earlier than expected and called to ask me if I wanted to join him for an evening on the sea.

He picked me up at the train station and we headed to a local park, which has a sea fed by the Neckar River. Unfortunately, this sea doesn't offer the possibility to swim, but it does have a very nice beer garden. So we grabbed some Wurst and Potato Wedges.

(Sorry, but a side note: the cat just wrapped her paws around the cupboard handle - pretty much like a person would do - and opened the cupboard. I now have my camera sitting next to me to attempt to get this feat of cat genius on film. Unfortunately, she has left the vicinity of the cupboard. People, this is one smart cat!)

Sitting in the sun, looking out at the water and eating our simple (fatty!) meal, it felt like we have the best lives ever.

And then, we took it up a notch. Yes, we rented a paddle boat. Girls, is this not the MOST romantic thing ever?? Maybe you've never met the mushy side of me before. Well now you have!

We paddled around for a half hour, watched the sun set behind the hills (unfortunately, we didn't have a camera - maybe next time) and promised ourselves that we would never become workaholics, who can't take off from work at 5 p.m. (after an 8.25 hour day!) to just enjoy life.

Then we headed back to the dock, back to our car and back home.

It was a perfect, lovely evening.

Potato Festival

Marc's grandma grew up on a farm. And his mom's cousin's family still owns and runs the farm. The dad and his two sons have potatoes, chickens, apples, pigs. They work very, very hard and have to combat with the nature and its' consequences. Being a city girl through and through, I find the farm and life on the farm fascinating.

Today, Marc's cousin (one of the sons), who has the potato part of the farm, organized a potato festival. He invited several of the local clubs to prepare the food, serve the beer, wash the dishes, play music, even hold a church service. The food contained, of course, potatoes - potato soup (which was delicious!!), potato salad, potato bread and potato filled pasta (maultaschen). And there was freshly pressed apple juice (we watched them press it), freshly made potato chips (Marc's cousin's son fried them himself - he's going into 5th grade!) and much more. A tour of the chicken stall, rides on the tractor and a kid's area with goats, rabbits and crafts. It was well organized, well decorated and a lot of fun.

They also have their own store, with their products and many other products from the region (oil, cheese, bread). They were also selling pumpkins and mums - I can't believe it's fall already!



It was a beautiful day. This past week, it rained about every day, if not actually every day. And it hasn't been very warm. And today looked like it might be the same - we awoke to a cloudy sky and a chilly temperature. But by about 11 the sun was out, the clouds were gone and it ended up being simply perfect!

A lovely way to spend a Sunday...

Life in 625 square feet

Have you seen the Ikea displays, where they set up a "house" in just xyz square feet? Those are a pretty good example of our life...I think the smallest one is only one room and we have a little more than that, but we only have 625 square feet. And some of that is our patio, because the landlord is allowed to add half of the area of the patio to the size of the apartment.

So when I married Marc and moved into his apartment, it was all about what we HAD to keep and what we could get rid of. Because we just didn't have the space for everything. Somehow, we managed to set up the apartment and were fairly satisfied with it. The rooms are small, but we got used to it after a while.

Or at least told ourselves we got used to it. But then, when we were honest, we had to admit that we need more space - our apartment is so chaotic most of the time, just because we don't have enough space for everything. So we started looking for a new apartment. But we are looking in a very specific area for a very specific type of apartment and a landlord which allows pets.

After being turned down for two apartments because of the cat, we recognized that we might be in our current apartment for a while. And tried not to be satisfied with that. But then it started bothering us that the bookshelf, which we were using as a room divider in the living room, blocked out a lot of light to the dining "area." (Because the window was in the living room "area.") So I got out the measuring tape and found that the bookshelf would fit against one of the walls. So with a lot of sweat and muscle, we moved the bookshelf (without first unloading the books).

And were pretty satisfied with the results:


The apartment search is still on, but at least you can sit at the dining room table during the day without having to turn on the light...

And when we were done with that, I made a cake, because we had company over on Sunday for cake and coffee. It was really easy to make, it tasted good and I think it looks pretty.

It's a ready-made torte base, then apricot jelly mixed with orange juice, then vanilla pudding powder mixed with orange juice, which is also mixed with cooked sugar and orange juice. Then whipped cream. And then lady fingers soaked in orange juice and melted chocolate on top. An hour in the fridge and it's ready to go.

The Joy of Neighbors

I've explained the concept of Kehrwoche before - we have to clean the landing and the stairs down to the next landing in the common stairwell of our apartment building. We do this every second week, alternating with our neighbors.

Lots of people (including myself) are not very diligent about remembering Kehrwoche. But my husband, being the good Schwab that he is, always remembers Kehrwoche. The Saturday we got married, we came home from our reception at 4:30 a.m. on Sunday morning and Marc did Kehrwoche.

And having lived here for 1.5 years, we have never seen/heard our neighbors do the Kehrwoche on their week. And on the Sunday after their Kehrwoche, it doesn't look so clean. But being the trusting people that we are, we just take it for granted that they do it most of the time.

Well, last weekend, we had Kehrwoche. And as Marc was faithfully cleaning the stairwell, he found some powdery substance under the neighbors' doormat. Now, we've heard stories of neighbors putting threads or powder under their doormat to check that the others are doing their Kehrwoche, but we really thought these were a type of urban legend.

Well, not any more. It's happened to us personally. Take a look...

So, what do you do when something like this happens? Just clean it up and throw it away. Oh no, not Marc. He wanted them to know that we knew what they had done. So he made a little pile and left it in front of their door.
It was the neighborly thing to do, right? Maybe they lost it and were looking for it and didn't think to look under the mat. Or maybe they can use it again in two weeks when we're back on for Kehrwoche.

And cleaned the rest of the stairwell so loud that the whole house must of known that we do Kehrwoche!

Harbor Town

Two weeks ago, we visited Hamburg for the weekend. Marc has a friend who moved there about 6 months ago, so we headed up to visit him. We took the train, a ride of about 5.5 hours. This is pretty comfortable, although even on the train you can end up sitting in traffic (the ride home took about 6.5 hours). But since neither one of us had to drive, we could work on our website, read, sleep, whatever. It's a good, relatively inexpensive way to travel - taking the car would have cost more.

Hamburg is really pretty. It's on a harbor, the 2nd biggest in Europe. We took a tour of the harbor by boat. There were giant freighters and some really big luxury yachts. Roman Abramovich, the fifteenth richest man in the world, was having a yacht built that cost 200 million per meter and was 100 meters long. It had a lot of bathrooms and other crazy features, that you just cannot imagine needing on a boat.
Hamburg also has several seas, where you can go boating, kayaking, etc. It's really something special to live on the water, I think. Maybe you take it for granted once you've been there for a while, but for me it has a special charm.Saturday, we checked out the town and found that the Stuttgart wine festival happened to be in Hamburg while we were there:

Marc snapped this:
And I took this one:
It's not a memorial to Rex. After I took this picture, a homeless man came up to Marc and told him that these are the shoes of a volunteer from the Maltesers. The volunteer said he had been running around so much, that his shoes were smoking and needed to cool off...

While downtown, the police started blocking off the streets and then there was a demonstration. I know that one of the topics was against deporting illegal immigrants. Oh and they demonstrated, because Hamburg does not do a good enough job of protecting the environment. And I think they threw in a few other topics, too. I think it's great that people march for things that they believe in, but there didn't really seem to be a cohesiveness between the topics they had chosen for their demonstration, which made it a little difficult to understand what the primary goal of the demonstration was. The police escorted the demonstraters through. And filmed them, in case something happened, so that they could then have video evidence. (The banner says "No deportation, jail or camps. The right to stay for all!") It was a peaceful demonstration, but the police were dressed in riot gear anyways. Even though they do this regularly any time there will be a large crowd (European Soccer championships as an example), I still can't get used to it, it makes me nervous every time.

While the streets were still closed, some guy in a little sports car went around the barriers. As he came to the end of the demonstration, there was a police man on a motorcycle, who indicated that he should pull over. Instead of pulling over, he made a screeching U-turn and drove very quickly in the other direction. Now, you have to understand that practically the whole Hamburg police force was in this general vicinity. He did make it around the corner, but ended up having to stop at a red light. And there in front of him, was the big police riot van. So he didn't get any farther. Genius, huh?

Saturday night, we grilled. Marc's friend works on the 6th floor of a parking garage. Well, he doesn't work in the parking garage, but on the 6th floor there are offices. And not your normal, everyday offices. Little two room offices rented to a bunch of random companies, mostly in the IT area. And then they have a common area with a piano, a fish tank and books. And a big balcony with a picnic table and a grill. The whole thing is kind of random. But it had a good view!
During our visit in Hamburg, we did eat Hamburgers. Did you know that the Hamburger was actually started in Hamburg? And the German immigrants, who often passed through Hamburg, brought it with them to the US, where it was then premiered at several fairs and somehow made it's way to becoming an American tradition.
All in all, Hamburg was well worth the weekend trip!

I thought...

that the ticket-takers at the boarding gate were there to make sure that only those who had booked got on the flight. And then I read this

Something I thought couldn't happen any more!

Well, I'm just not good at keeping resolutions - in November, I wrote that I wanted to post every second day. And since I wrote that, it has been exactly 8 months since I posted.

A lot has happened in those 8 months! And since I'm sitting here on the couch with Bronchitis, totally bored out of my mind, let's do a brief recap...

At the end of November, Marc and I got married. At least, we had our civil ceremony. I heard from a lot of people that this is a really impersonal ceremony, but ours was actually a lot of fun. The official had quotes from Woody Allen and was quite funny. We just got the video from the ceremony this past weekend and I'm looking forward to watching it!

[Pause due to bronchitis-related coughing fit.]

In December, I flew to the States for a week of work and then two weeks of vacation. Marc came after Christmas (yes, we spent our first Christmas apart) with his parents. We had a really nice post-wedding party in the States (thanks again, Mom!), at which Marc met many of my family and friends. It was a lot of fun!
And then we dragged my in-laws through the cold to show them the Detroit area. Actually, it was lot of fun, even with the cold. You don't realize that Detroit can be kind of interesting until you see it through someone else's eyes. One of the highlights was definitely the Red Wing's hockey game - my mother-in-law asked me if she "had" to go, to which I simply responded, "yes" and then she loved it! Maybe not so much the game, but definitely the suite and the whole hoopla that surrounds the game! After a few days, they had had enough and left for warmer parts - Florida! We celebrated my birthday, New Year's and Marc's birthday before heading back to Germany.
Somehow, we both managed to get sick just before/during the flight. I had a cold and slept the whole time and Marc spent most of the flight in the restroom with the stomach flu. I didn't know he was sick until I woke up when we landed in Paris for our layover. The airport was so full that we ended up just laying on the floor. We got some pretty strange looks, but were both too sick to care. Marc got over the flu and ended up with my cold, which he had for almost two months!

In February, we were off to Montafon, Austria, to do (read "try to do") Marc's favorite winter sport, skiing. If you know me at all, you know that my coordination is...well, you know that I'm not coordinated. And that I have a fear of heights. So my husband, being the good man that he is, agreed to shell out the extra bucks for a ski instructor, because, hey, if I'm going to have to try and accomplish the impossible, somebody else should show me how. No, really, he loves skiing and hoped that with a professional to help me get started, that I would love it, too.I'm sad to report that I didn't love. But it's not just that I didn't love it, I HATED it. I was on the kid's slope (I don't even think it can be called a bunny hill, it was probably too small for that) and I was terrified. Here, kids are whooshing past me on skis and my knees are knocking, I'm so afraid. My instructor was nice, he was funny, but I couldn't get it. So I spent the rest of our ski vacation in the apartment we had rented, reading, watching TV, going for walks and just NOT skiing.

March and April were spent planning our church wedding. May, too. In May, we tried not to be too worried about all the small details we hadn't taken care of yet or thought about or...We did get it all done! A week before the big day, we had a polterabend. This was a very fun party, with lots of coworkers and friends. My cousin and his girlfriend had gotten in a week before to backpack around Europe. Unfortunately, their plans were (slightly) influenced by striking train drivers in France and the Netherlands, so they joined us for the party as well. A lot of porcelain was thrown (and thanks to my brother-in-law, the bags of shards were reemptied, to be cleaned up again) and a good time was had by all.
Then came the big day. It went pretty much as planned, with only little things being different that I had expected. We were really concerned about the weather, because it had been very cold and very rainy here. But it was a beautiful day and only rained for about 1.5 hours at 4 p.m. So we couldn't have coffee and cake outside, but hey, at least the rest of the day was beautiful!
Our church...(since the FeG doesn't have a building, we got married in the church that Marc attended as a child - and where he was baptized.)














And the reception was on a farm...



If you haven't seen the wedding site, let me know and I'll send you the link. And, my parents and my littlest brother (yes, you're bigger than me, I know!) were here! So it was a great day!

In June, with the wedding over, we asked ourselves, what will we do to occupy our free time, which had been consumed for the last three months with wedding preparations? The answer wasn't hard to find...soccer! The European Championships! Germany is a very tournament-oriented team, so although they weren't favored to win, we were highly confident that they would do well. We watched almost every game. I missed two and a half and I think that Marc only missed one. That's a lot of games, people. But it was a lot of fun. Generally, we watched the games here at home, carrying our TV out onto the patio, so that we could watch outside. But for the last few games, we went to public viewings, because the atmosphere is just so much better. (The picture is of the German fans swarming the streets after Germany won the quarter final.)

We watched some of the games in Prague, as we spent a weekend there. Prague is absolutely beautiful. It was bombed during the war (by the Americans in 1945 - the city had been under Nazi occupation since 1939), but it was not destroyed in the same way as Stuttgart or many other cities, so that it still has many old historical buildings and sites. But, Prague is a city overrun by tourists. During our trip, we didn't learn anything about the Czech people and heard more English, Italian and other languages than we did Czech. We learned a lot of history, but wished that we had learned more about today's Czechs or met some of them...
Then, it was back home, back to work and Germany in the European Championship finals, against Spain, who hadn't won in something like 24 years! We rooted for Germany, but they didn't make it. With a disappointing effort, they lost 0-1 to Spain.

And that's about that. Nothing exciting in the last week, because I've spent it on the couch, watching more TV than I care to mention.

[Another pause for coughing.]

So, I'm going to eat my chicken noodle soup, take my medicine, drink my tea and work on getting better. Have a good weekend!

[p.s. We'll see when I'll post again...I'll try to be better, but you've heard that one before.]
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