On day 3, I spent the evening with these guys (personal policemen), eating some rockin’ awesome ice cream.
Check out the rad ice cream selections in German. 🙂
Why can’t America have classy looking ice cream?
This is me in the morning. I don’t know what else to say about it. It was windy and rainy.
Fourth day in Deutschland.
At 6:00, my alarm on my phone went off, playing the song “Das Rote Pferd,” one of the most annoying (and awesome) Karneval songs of all time. It’s been my alarm for the past year. Spencer loves it.
But I didn’t actually get up until 7:10. Who actually gets right up when they’re alarm goes off? Like seriously, if you are reading my blog right now and you actually get up when your alarm goes off, please comment and tell me how you do it. I want to know your secret.
Anyway I walked downstairs in the barn hotel where everyone was having breakfast and the former minister president came to have breakfast with the current minister president. The former MP is CDU (Christian Democrat Union) and the current MP is SPD (Social Democrat Party). I guess you could say the CDU is more like the Republican party in the U.S., and SPD is more like the Democrat party, but not really. At all, actually. It’s just that CDU and SPD are the two main parties (out of several) and CDU compares more to the Republican party, and likewise with Democrat and SPD parties.
Before I left for Germany, someone said to me, “Your family is democrat?” and they looked at Spencer and said, “But you’re capitalist, right?” …..Gaaaah! I died a little bit inside.
Back to the minister presidents. From now on I’m going to call them governors, because that’s what they are. They are called Minister Präsidents, but they are the “chief” of their specific state in Germany—governors.
The group then went on another bike tour from Nordstrand to Husum, but I didn’t go this time. I hung out with Jorg, the bus driver, who’s been my buddy the whole trip. (I need to write out a list of my bus driver friends and stories with them because it’s really adding up) The German food/fish and the jetlag was(is) all getting to me, so I let my body sit down for a bit.
The name Husum sounds like a bad cough, but it was a beautiful, beautiful town. Look at these pictures! Again, colorful houses right on the water. We had ice cream and kakao outside, even though it was windy and grey (told you so).
One of the policemen told me how the water in the canal goes up and down in a 6 hour time limite every day. He was super excited to tell me about it. I seriously love these people.
Then we went to another company that just makes everything. Electrical stuff, bathroom stuff, kitchen stuff, I don’t know. Looked like a big home depot to me, but classier. We also ate there and Jorg told me to try this drink called “Bionade,” (Bio-nada).
“It’s very healthy for you.” Jorg said.
“Why? What’s in it?”
“Well, it says ‘bio’ on it.”
“What does bio mean?”
The personal policemen asked what the word in English was, you know, when something is like “nature” and “healthy.” I couldn’t remember it. 5 minutes later I remembered.
I also told them drinks always say “100 % juice” and none of us know what the hell that means.
Have I told you how amazing it is to be able to have conversations like this in German? And have really really “furchtbar nett” (horribly nice) co-workers? Everyone is so nice, it’s unbelievable.
The Mormon thing came up once or twice today. Besides the sex question, which is one of the most popular, there’s on other question that is also popular. People say to me, marriage is extremely important for Mormons, right? I say yes. They say, well I know a Mormon and she has married three times.
Well, is she going to be ostracized? Will she not be able to be Mormon? Are they going to look down on her?
I say, no, of course not, it’s her decision. The prophet pleads that we hold on to our marriages and constantly work on loving each other throughout life, but divorce is common, even with Mormons.
That’s the question that people keep asking. I think that it is so interesting! It’s true, though, that marriage is a huge deal in the LDS church because we believe that you have to be married, or sealed for all eternity to be able to go to the Celestial Kingdom. But, I mean, how many people say they believe in what Jesus taught, and Jesus taught to be kind to everyone, and still you get a bunch of Christian pricks? It’s just how people are, life is. It’s something you just have to work on constantly. There is no perfect person for you, it’s just, you have to keep working at it and if you both believe that marriage is the most important thing and loving that person is the most important thing, then you just keep working on it, right? Marriage is hard, but it’s oh, so worth it.
My mom said the most wonderful thing to me before I got married. “Love your husband always. And when that’s too hard, pray that you will love your husband.”
I loved that and think about that often. Because sometimes you really just want to throw a rock at your spouse (and Spencer will agree with me J ).
And people need to be loved in different ways. The biggest problem I have had in marriage and in dating is that I am not a lovey dovey person. There is a thick wall in front of me. Saying romantic things is hard and awkward in my mouth. I love and love and love, but I have a hard time showing it. Spencer is a natural giving and thoughtful person. He constantly asks how I am, how I can be more comfortable. He listens. He constantly lifts me up and is right near my side when I get anxious. I wish I could be more like him. Praying to love Spencer the way he needs to be loved has been extremely important in our marriage.
(End Mormon Talk. Haha!)
What else? Ach ja we headed to a small castle in Husum and had our ending summer travels there. There was one more program presentation about teaching Danish and Germans how to play instruments and playing them together, even when they can’t understand each other’s language. It was really fun to hear about that.
I hung out with the BMW and bus drivers. I liked them. I noticed that Jorg was wearing yellow and red striped socks and I thought of Spencer. See pics:
I sat with the drivers in Husum at the castle and laugh, laugh, laughed. Jorg, the bus driver, is the one on the right.
And after the long trip back, I headed to the ending ceremony of the Kiel summer program trip, where a bunch of (LOUD) Americans were eating, laughing, and having a great time. Frau Watzinger ran up to me and shouted, “Everyone, I want to introduce you to someone!” It took a good 50 seconds to get everyone attention. Their Americans, you know.
She introduced me, she grabbed me some food, I sat down and just decided I was going to talk to the blondie next to me, who was super cute—majoring in international studies and political science.
“Frau Watzinger talks about you like you’re God,” she said.
“What?” I laughed.
“She says your German is impeccable and it will be astounding if anyone here could have the chance of speaking German like you do.”
My brain frolicked and I thought I’d start bawling.
“She is way too nice,” I swallowed.
That dinner was one of the best things that has happened to me so far. The Intl’ Studies director gave me the student semester bus pass, which I did not know I was going to get. Frau Watzinger offered me her BIKE because she’ll be back at the U and won’t be using it. A woman from Hamburg who works at a radio talk show and has a beat in international students in Germany gave me her card and said to come look around sometime. Frau W told her I work for the newspaper at home.
Then I met the two Germans who are going to Washington D.C. this fall. Talented, talented students.
Overall the day was perfect, except that I came home with no internet and hadn’t talked to my hubby. But I went to bed early and figured out the internet in the morning. All was good.
Frau W. and me
Onto the next day.