Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Silvester




Happy New Year's Eve, folks.  Or "Silvester" as it is known here.  An expat friend clued me in on that odd name a couple of months ago and I had to look into it because, well...huh?!?  Who?!? Why?!? I discovered it's named for Saint Sylvester, some old pope dude.  I guess he died on December 31st so today is his feast day.  Lucky Sly.


(Fun Fact: Our Scottish friends call New Year's Eve "Hogmanay". Who knew?! We're becoming so worldly.)


Silvester is HUGE here.  I had been warned.  Mostly from families with young kids like ours who have been here for New Year's Eve in the past and have resolved to get out of this town because it is crazy.  It is only 8:30 p.m. here and I understand why. 


Madness.  It sounds like a war out there. 


Fireworks are legal tonight and they started selling them everywhere as soon as Christmas was over.  You don't have to go to the border of the city limits to purchase them on the down low like "we" (not me) did at home.  You just impulse-buy them in line at the grocery store.  Big ones.  And now everyone and their mother is shooting them off all over town.  Some folks just across the street out our living room window have these gigantic, legit, you-see-the-same-ones-at-a-fireworks-show fireworks that they've been lighting all evening.  I wonder how much money they've blown up so far. 


I'm already planning where I'm going next year.  I'm not staying here for this.  Midnight is hours away yet. 


We've never really been big New Year's Eve people.  The kids at 9, 7, and 5 don't seem super excited about the idea of staying up till midnight yet.  And I sure don't.  I'm old and boring.  Maybe when they're a bit older, maybe when they learn they beauty of "sleeping in" we can celebrate a Berlin Silvester.  But next year?  I'm outta here.  I just sat here laughing with Jason after we tucked the kids into bed tonight.  It's almost unbelievable how noisy it is, and I knew we wouldn't believe it till we "saw" it.  Well now we know.  Lesson learned.


Jason's boss was mentioning to me at the Christmas party that their office is a popular spot on New Year's Eve.  It's on the 10th floor with a great view and floor-to-ceiling wall-to-wall windows.  You could see the happs all across Berlin from there.



Now that I have an idea just how hard sleeping might be tonight, I sort of wish we had made plans to head over there. Although we have also been warned to "stay inside" because of all these crazy people just shooting fireworks around all willy nilly, it's not necessarily safe.  And the crowds, I'm sure.  My small children could easily be trampled as we nearly learned at the Fall of the Wall celebration in November.


Fourth of July, an obvious day for pyrotechnics, for example, was annoying back home in the 'burbs where fireworks are illegal.  Facebook friends were always all, "Won't my [one set] of neighbors with the teenagers stop shooting off fireworks so I can go to sleep?  It's 11:00 p.m.  My dog is scared."  Peeps, I live in the city now.  A huge city.  A "young" city (duh, Berlin is super old, it's just full of all these young, vibrant people.)  Where fireworks are not illegal today.  And the real fireworks displays won't start until midnight.  It's going to be insane.  I mean, I was here for the World Cup win.  This is going to be so much more!!!  It already is.  Aaaaaaah! 


The Hoff is here tonight, singing at the Brandenburg Gate. 

You know how the Germans love Hoff.  (What's not to love, really? ;) )  They're all down at the Tor right now being all, "It's going to be legend --wait for it-- DARY!"


2015 is still hours away and I can only imagine how crazy loud it's going to get then. 


Friends, I'm scared. :)


But Happy New Year!  Oh wait, I'm in Germany: Frohes neues Jahr!!!  2014 was such a huge year for our family, I'm excited to see what 2015 has in store.  Once the madness of tonight is over. 

Stay tuned. 

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Our First Christmas Season in Germany

So my last little post had me promising I wasn't being sad and homesick ALL the time. That we were trying to keep some of the old traditions and embrace some of the new.

One of the best things about being in Germany at Christmas is just how important Christmas is here. Sure, Berlin is supposedly the atheist capital of Europe yet Christmas / Weihnachten is still their most important public holiday. It is nearly a 3 day thing over here with places closing mid-day on Christmas Eve and then having both a First Christmas Day (the 25th is ersten Weihnachtstag) and the 26th is a public holiday here too: "Zweite Weihnachtstag" (Second Christmas Day).

One way you can tell Christmas is such a "thing" here is the Weihnachtsmärkte (Christmas Markets) that start popping up all over town once it's Advent season. Literally all over town. Because there is obviously no Thanksgiving here in Germany, how do they decide when to start getting ready for Christmas? Advent: the four Sundays preceding Christmas. We'll get to that in a second, though, after the Weihnachtsmärkte.

The Weihnachtsmarkt is exactly what it sounds like: an open-air Christmas-themed market. With Christmas decorations, food and drink stalls, booths with various goods, and, quite often, rides. The closest thing I can think of from home is the Thornton WinterFest we liked to check out. (Only one weekend a year). Back home, there was Christmas tree decoration contests, a mini Christmas village of which you could peek in the windows, Santa and Mrs. Claus, and many of the same sorts of wares. At home it would be more hot chocolate or egg nog and funnel cakes, here it is Glühwein (a warm, mulled wine drink) and candied nuts. At home it would be booths of Avon and Juice Plus with the occasional candle or salsa stand, here it is winter hats, nutcrackers, and, well, yeah...candles still. :)

Many were free to get into, some required a fee. The first one we went to was the first weekend of Advent, the weekend just after American Thanksgiving. We went to the Schloss Charlottenburg (Charlottenburg Palace) because it wasn't too far from home and it was supposed to be one of the more lovely markets. It was free all the time except for after 4 p.m. on Saturdays. Guess when we got there? Like, 4:30 on a Saturday. Grrr. So we forked over 3€ per adult and walked around.

 photo DSC_4821_zps5d07e483.jpg

 photo DSC_4831_zps86f50246.jpg

We also finally got to sample some chestnuts, roasted on an open fire. We'd never had them before. Never even seen them pre-Germany, to be honest. Once we moved here, there were "conkers" (what they call them in British English) alllllllll over the park and the kids' school playground. Our friend Kim told us what they were in German (Maronen) and that you could get them at Christmas markets. We couldn't wait. We bought a serving as soon as we could:

 photo DSC_4878_zps2c8e208e.jpg

 photo DSC_4881_zpse4cc8dcd.jpg

They remind us of potatoes...both in flavor and in texture. But they're way more expensive than potatoes, that's for sure. 100 g (3 1/2 oz) of maronen (about 6 or 7 chestnuts) was 3€ ($3.65).

I was also excited to try Glühwein but red wine quite often gives me bad headaches. However, when in Germany...right? So, Jason and I shared our first:  photo DSC_4894_zps0a2c8199.jpg.

Just like with the beer festivals here, you pay for your drink and the cup deposit. In this case, the Glühwein was 3€ and the Pfand (deposit, ransom) for the cup is another 3€. You could walk off with the cup as a lovely souvenir (and honestly I was tempted to collect them but that's not really Jason's thing) or you turn the cup back in and get back your 3€.

 photo DSC_5080_zpsedcaac9f.jpg

It was a very cold night there in Berlin and the Glühwein is very, uh, warming. The kids wanted hot chocolates but I told them I'd get them at home, I wasn't going to pay for it there. We're so mean.

 photo DSC_4896_zpse8d7c83f.jpg

We visited a few other markets throughout the season, but honestly I had plans to hit many more while the kids were in school or with the kids after school. But darn if there wasn't someone sick for much of December. Ugh. Maybe next year. And speaking of, if there was a time to visit the S's in Germany, Advent would be a fun time. *wink*wink*nudge*nudge* The sun sets quite early here in the winter and you can enjoy the festive Christmas markets in all their twinkling glory starting at about 3:30 or 4 p.m. You can enjoy them earlier usually, as well, but they won't be as twinkly.

 photo DSC_5053_zpsa5320845.jpg

So, back to Advent. My German-only speaking elderly neighbor always wished me a happy Advent. Not Christmas. Advent. There are Advent calendars galore around here. From a box of Advent teas, to liquor filled chocolate calendars for the grown ups to various other ways to mark off the days to Christmas, it's much more a "thing" here. Growing up, I always had a chocolate calendar. My kids always have too. This year was no exception, and it was much easier to find good ones:

 photo DSC_4931_zps97cb97ca.jpg

This year found us also embracing another Advent tradition: the Adventkranz:

 photo DSC_4918_zps489834d3.jpg

 photo DSC_4922_zps36f7a7b3.jpg

The kids did Advent wreaths at their Lutheran preschool back home, it's certainly a part of Christmas for some people in the States, but we personally never did the wreath. However, the wreaths are readily available over here. From every train station florist to grocery stores to IKEA, it was simple to find this one that even matched our décor. And it smelled so nice...real evergreen boughs! Nearly every night at dinner, we'd light the candles for where we were in Advent. Each Sunday you add a new candle. And we used the daily readings from the Bible that we found here at Focus on the Family's site. It was definitely something I'd like to keep doing no matter where we are in the world.

Being in Germany, we've also added yet another I'd-like-to-keep-doing-this tradition: Nikolaustag (Saint Nikolaus Day). It falls on December 6 and even though in America, "Saint Nick" is pretty much synonymous with "Santa Claus", he's not the same dude here. This was a difficult concept as some of the German teachers didn't quite get this. Here in Germany, the guy that brings presents at Christmas is the Weihnachtsmann (Christmas man). So, trying to speak "our" language, the teachers that Friday the 5th bid us a happy weekend with Santa Claus's visit because again, that obviously sounds the same as Saint Nikolaus. My kids looked at me weird but I was just like "yeah, Saint Nikolaus Day. Mmmm hmmmm. Thanks." And we came home to clean our shoes.

 photo DSC_4963_zps3aaf80f7.jpg

 photo DSC_4971_zpsdcdf558c.jpg

The children here clean up their shoes and set them outside the night of the 5th to be filled by Saint Nikolaus. It's pretty minor, from what I understand: fruit, nuts, perhaps some chocolates, maybe a tiny toy. We were warned not to choose our biggest shoes as that might make us seem greedy and therefore might only be left a tree branch (to be used as a switch...yeouch!). Buuuuut, this one didn't quite get the concept of "You don't want to seem greedy":

 photo DSC_4976_zpsc8973871.jpg

Big brother filling her in:

 photo DSC_4977_zps11dbdffe.jpg

Easton took the easy way out and "cleaned" a pair of fancy shoes he wore maybe once in his life. I don't even think they fit him anymore. Rascal.

We also didn't put our shoes all the way outside our door. I think in some buildings / neighborhoods, neighbors act as Saint Nick and put things in the kids' shoes...but ours are the only children in the building and I just wasn't sure what I could expect. So, they stayed inside our own flat this year. But they got filled:

 photo DSC_4979_zpsce044a30.jpg

A hollow chocolate Saint Nick:

 photo DSC_4994_zpsb27c7638.jpg

Some chocolate coins for luck:

 photo DSC_4987_zpsd32a28c6.jpg

And some teeny tiny toys:

 photo DSC_4991_zps64b28282.jpg

 photo DSC_4992_zps0f02ac5b.jpg

The kids also each got a clementine. None of them like such things. And some marzipan kartoffeln (marzipan potatoes) which again, none of them liked. Sigh. Maybe next year the shoes will indeed make their way OUT of the flat. :/

Another part I liked was how they got into it at the schools. Easton's class pretended to be Saint Nikolaus for Dalton's class and sent little notes (Easton got Dalton, awwww).

 photo DSC_0132_zps2ab0c2c8.jpg

And Autumn's kindergarten stitched up little burlap sacks and when they came back from the weekend, Saint Nikolaus had filled them with nuts and a clementine. Same thing with Dalton, his little house shoes they keep at school had been filled with a little something. :)

Stollen is another German tradition, of course. Although, that one's not new to me. My mom and I would go to a Christmas craft fair every November and she'd usually buy us a big expensive stollen to share. I bought one here that I found wasn't filled with raisins:

 photo DSC_4924_zps3d0869bd.jpg

However this one was filled with a poppy seed mash. It was only so-so and the kids all hated it. Next year I will get a better one. More marzipan!

And speaking of Christmas treats, I didn't get to make any of our traditional Christmas treats. Normally I'd make some of my mom's peanut butter cup tartlets, but the mini peanut butter cups are super expensive and hard-ish to find here. Or Magic Bars. No graham crackers, no butterscotch chips, and chocolate chips are expensive... I *think* they have sweetened condensed milk over here but it's probably better if I don't know. ;) Fudge is hard to make here: marshmallow crème isn't just everywhere. Corn syrup is nearly impossible to find. Heck, even vanilla extract is difficult to come by here. I still have some from home having stocked up before we moved. Baking here is different so I need to embrace some of the different Christmas foods here.

One tradition from home we've made sure to keep was getting each person a new ornament for the year. If we'd been home and able to run to Hallmark or Kohl's, I know the kids would have chosen something different, but this year the little two chose theirs from the Käthe Wohlfahrt stand at a nearby Christmas market.

Autumn chose this tin of Lebkuchen (German gingerbread) treats:

 photo DSC_5014_zps859b2353.jpg

And Dalton chose this small stocking with a bear that reminds him of his beloved Boo Boo Bear:

 photo DSC_5008_zps9e918b91.jpg

We stopped by the Lego store on our way home for Easton's:

 photo DSC_5007_zps3060d2ed.jpg

Cute little concept, huh? He built it as soon as we got home.

I chose this one for the family's ornament for the year:

 photo DSC_5181_zps1105b37b.jpg

And I also kept with my tradition of buying a Nutcracker for the year. In Germany! A real German nutcracker! But at the Christmas markets, none of them were really what I was looking for. I was closest to buying one that was Elsa colored and sparkly but was holding out for one that was better.

When I posted a pic of my collection from home, a dear friend brought me a Nutcracker that she had "laying around" her house:

 photo DSC_5027_zpsa7860c05.jpg

So sweet.

But I also bought a German one.

 photo DSC_5189_zps80782320.jpg

I liked him because he looks German. His lil Lederhosen (leather [shorts] pants), his accordion. And his "Made in Germany" stamp:

 photo DSC_5190_zpscfdee9fc.jpg

His box:

 photo DSC_5182_zpse1c306c3.jpg

He is definitely better made than most of my other Nutcrackers. No bits of hot glue showing, no crookedly glued on beards. I like him. And he came with a little brochure that told me things I never knew about Nussknacker, despite collecting them for years:

 photo DSC_5194_zpsf78f991f.jpg

What I didn't like? The price that comes with authentic: he is only about 10 inches (25 cm) tall but was 65€ ($80!). Ouch. But now I have one. Up next while living in Germany, is to get a real Weihnachtspyramide and a better Räuchermännchen (those smoking incense guys) while we're here.

And other things I didn't like about our first Christmas in Germany? We never saw Santa. The kids seemed okay enough with this, bless their hearts. I'm so proud of how they've rolled with all these transitions living internationally. But, anyway, every year we would go to the mall and sit on Santa's lap and laugh at whichever of our kids was terrified of the big guy that year or rejoice that everyone was finally okay with it. That's when they'd make their Christmas request known. It was always a special day. But Santa is very hard to find here. And I've heard that when you do, it's not the same. You don't get to sit on his lap and he probably speaks German anyway. So, we didn't try too hard to find him. A nice man from church dressed up as him at the church Christmas party, but my kids knew he was a nice man from church. They recognize you have to have a real beard to be the real Santa.

 photo DSC_5164_zpsadbdc0d4.jpg

 photo DSC_5168_zpsef1432aa.jpg

Easton didn't even bother with the nice man from church. Instead he (and Dalton) eventually sent emails to the real-bearded Santa to let him know what they'd like for Christmas, please. And, good thing Santa ordered from the States as Easton began to panic last minute that the game he wanted would be in German so he specifically asked Santa for English in his email. :) Whew. Crisis averted. Dalton was like, "He wouldn't give you German, he knows you. He replied to your email in English." And he did. Santa@santaclaus.com wrote back.

One tradition we did not adopt, was that their Santa / Weihnachtsmann comes on Christmas Eve evening here. I guess you go to church (which we couldn't because Easton was sick--Jason went, he played in their acoustic worship set), but I guess you go to church and then come home and Santa has been and you open your presents at night on Christmas Eve after church and a nice family dinner. We've always opened one gift on Christmas Eve night and kept that tradition this year.

 photo DSC_5222_zps1e44d469.jpg

 photo DSC_5227_zpsf1a1c528.jpg

 photo DSC_5228_zps75efced0.jpg

 photo DSC_5235_zps2ad9e5c5.jpg

 photo DSC_5239_zps6034ff3c.jpg

Another tradition we tried to keep was our annual Gingerbread house making. Another dear friend (different than Salmon fisherman nutcracker dear friend) hooked us up with a couple of kits but poor sick Easton kept us house bound and we needed stuff for the icing. We plan to make it over break still.

I'm sure there are other things I'm forgetting but this post is beyond long enough. The hardest part was not being around any family and then with Easton being so darn sick and germy, we couldn't do anything with friends or others either. But we were thankful to have each other and our low-key Christmas DAYS. Till next time...

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Wo ist Wizby?

Where is Wizby? Our Elf on the Shelf found his way over to Germany, thanks to the email Easton sent Santa on Thanksgiving night.

Whew.

He showed up the next day:

 photo DSC_4784_zps2da0ffd2.jpg

Happy to see him!

 photo DSC_4788_zps8e10f660.jpg

The next day he was in our main bathroom with a TP pyramid:

 photo DSC_4806_zps4c546b2b.jpg

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" in the kitchen:

 photo DSC_4916_zps54b704a3.jpg

On December 1st, he was in Autumn's room and he'd brought us chocolate advent calendars:

 photo DSC_4927_zps68933304.jpg

 photo DSC_4931_zpsa0aa57e5.jpg

On the 2nd, we had small group at night. The kids had warned him to hide out of the way of our toddler friend that sometimes comes so he napped in the mismatched sock basket:

 photo DSC_4938_zps47915704.jpg

 photo DSC_4933_zps8f5806a3.jpg

On the 3rd, he was studying a German picture dictionary looking at Christmas trees. He had a Mütze (from a unpaired sock) and a backpack waiting by the door:

 photo DSC_4941_zps06deb1eb.jpg

The boys posed with their backpacks and Mützen:

 photo DSC_4943_zpsc9d7205b.jpg

The Dalton left Wizby a note asking if he could please do something with his Skylanders. Wizby obliged:

 photo DSC_4950_zps2aa07938.jpg

 photo DSC_4949_zpsfef230e0.jpg

W for Wizby:

 photo DSC_4952_zpseb56ee58.jpg

The next day, he hung upside down from Easton's top bunk over Dalton's bed:

 photo DSC_4959_zps736e429b.jpg

On the 6th, Nikolaustag, we found Wizby had also set out some shoes and put a St. Nikolaus cross on his hat. His shoes were filled with nuts!

 photo DSC_4985_zpsa63987e1.jpg

The next day he was in the front W.C. wrapped in glow bracelets:

 photo DSC_5002_zps3a8c121c.jpg

And that Monday the 8th, he was in my flowers and had brought Christmasy magic washcloths for each kid:

 photo DSC_5017_zps6fd28680.jpg

That's the day Jason left for a business trip to Munich. And I had to pick up a sick Dalton from school early that day. He bunked with me that night with Jason gone and D as sick as he was. Wizby kept watch...with a mask:

 photo DSC_5018_zpsfd28ff48.jpg

 photo DSC_5022_zpscee2b5ab.jpg

The next day, he was under the Christmas tree in a little makeshift tent. He had a flashlight and was reading a book about his adventures in the past:

 photo DSC_5026_zps77e5a9c4.jpg

 photo DSC_5023_zpsf0c7633d.jpg

We found him in the bathroom again with some mirror / window clings he brought making us look like we had antlers in the mirror or a Santa hat in the shower:

 photo DSC_5029_zps7e27c317.jpg

 photo DSC_5031_zps5079e2bf.jpg

He had a little trouble with one of the nutcrackers we brought along:

 photo DSC_5036_zps7e1d025b.jpg

And somehow wound up IN a balloon. It was a little hard to see him but we knew he had to be in there:

 photo DSC_5039_zpse8e6a568.jpg

He decorated our kitchen cabinets with bows one night:

 photo DSC_5049_zps15b51a1a.jpg

 photo DSC_5051_zps7b9ffddb.jpg

We found him in the hat and mitten organizer another morning and he'd brought us a small Räuchermann, I guess that'd be a Räuchermännchen, eh German teacher? ;) Anyway, they're these little incense smoker things that you see all around here:

 photo DSC_5087_zps19f1d81f.jpg

We couldn't figure it out at first, putting the incense cone in the little guy's mouth...BUT that burnt his nose. Hilarious. Turns out, his top half comes off and there is a little metal prong set to put the smoking cone in and then the smoke comes out his mouth hole. Duh. I find it funny that ours now has a black nose. It'll be a memory forever now.

On Tuesday the 16th, we had small group again. So Wizby wisely hid away again:

 photo DSC_5093_zpsb714d75b.jpg

However, Dalton was sick again and, well, I needed to wash his coat after he got a bit of puke on it when he threw up on the train and in the train station. :/ I used kitchen tongs to take Wizby out of the dryer so he wouldn't lose any magic. Darn. I had high hopes he was going to fold that laundry while we were out at school and such but nope. Poor Dalton didn't go to school so Wizby had to stay super still.

After three straight weeks of one kid or another having a mid-week illness, Wizby was feeling a little uninspired and just landed in the tree one night. Nothin' special:

 photo DSC_5101_zps188dedf3.jpg

The next day, he perched atop a door and brought us some window and mirror clings to decorate with as we have quite a few glass doors. Not a one has been used, however. Darn kids.

 photo DSC_5103_zpsfa3020d3.jpg

So, he tried again and brought us another gift.

 photo DSC_5106_zps7716b56e.jpg

This metal tea light windmill is sort of like the wooden Weihnachtspyramiden in that the candle heat turns the windmill. Er, it's supposed to. Ours really only turns right when you have the match there.

On Saturday morning, the first day of Christmas break (and you can call it Christmas break here!!!), Wizby was having a picnic under the coffee table with the kids' Christmas stuffies. Wizby was hogging all the sweets!

 photo DSC_5140_zpsd7834ff0.jpg

 photo DSC_5146_zpsd5677766.jpg

On Sunday, before we headed to church, Wizby was on the radiator with a tiny guitar and a cup of change. Such the Berlin scene:

 photo DSC_5147_zps41ab74d1.jpg

Monday morning, look what that rascal did:

 photo DSC_5171_zps198ee6f4.jpg

He took the easy way out the next day, it's been a long season:

 photo DSC_5199_zps43ea5de5.jpg

And finally, this morning on Christmas Eve, we woke up to find him reading the story of Jesus' birth to a collection of soft friends:

 photo DSC_5203_zps0f9feac5.jpg

We were confused by the dry erase markers next to him till we went into the bathroom and saw some parting words:

 photo DSC_5208_zps3e7bd11e.jpg

Wizby misses having a nice big house to hide around in. A small apartment is more of a challenge but it's been a fun season once again.