Abenteuer In Deutschland

Herzliche Grusse!

Follow our adventures in Germany as we take off to der Vaterland for an extended visit to friends and family.
We hope to become intimate with the language, the people and the culture as we plunge
into a life in Essen, the Kulturhauptstadt 2010!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Our Neighbourhood



We can not really believe how lucky we are. By some amazing stroke of luck we found an apartment in one of the prettiest spots in Essen - and let me tell you, there are some very not-so-pretty places just around the corner. However, you will possibly not find us on Google-Streetview next month, as the Germans are still deciding whether or not to permit Google to put their Wohnungen on the Internet - currently 400,000 homes have asked in writing NOT to be on GSV in just one week.

You've heard already we live in a VERY purple house - but now we know the full story. One of our neighbours protested about the construction of an external glass lift to the rear of our house. So naturally in silent protest the owner of this building quietly had the entire place painted in a very LOUD purple!

Our suburb is called Ruttenscheid (first known record of this suburb was in 970AD) and our street is called Hans-Luther-Allee (named after a famous judge and politician from Essen). We have a very pretty little park directly across the road. So we have been able to watch the changing seasons - currently the trees have golden and red leaves - they look as though they'll last a week or two more. Every week the council workers sweep up the leaves and 2 days later you'd never know. In summer we can not see our neighbours on the other side of the park. However, the glow of their warm living rooms is peeping through a bit now.

About 500m down our street and along the bike path is the Gruga. This is an enormous park including botanical gardens, bird avaries, animal nursery, zillions of sculptures, an adventure playground, mini train tracks, open amphi-theatres etc etc. There are family activities every weekend.

Naturally we have half a dozen bakeries within 500m of our home, several churches, a restaurant strip, a weekly fresh fruit and veg market (plus sausage grill or course) and train or sub-way access (a train comes every 4 min to our station). Apart from these 'standard' amenities we also have a few peculiar sites nearby.....

There's a quaint little yellow church on Ruttenscheider Strasser, which was built for Essen's lepers. Ruttenscheid was outside Essen's city walls at the time of its construction.

And literally 100m from the girl's primary school is a remand centre/prison. It is positioned behind the law courts, for 'convenience'. One morning a large man stopped us on the way to school to ask directions to the prison. After orientating him, he thanked us and said he'd left his bag of clothes behind. Obviously he was more familiar with the interior of the prison!!!!!

Hubertus' University Clinic is in the other direction. He can leave for work 85 min after the girls leave for school and still get there before 9 am! Apart from the convenience, I think the highlight for him are two subsidized cafeterias. Today for lunch he consumed half a plate of mayonnaise with a few potatoes, a whole fried flounder, side salad and a yoghurt fruit desert for a total of 3.60 euro! On a hungry day I have been seen down there too.

Our neighbours are somewhat manic. We are positively laid-back and relaxed by comparison. They are mad BVB football fans and travel to all away games, whether they be in Uzbekistan, Paris or Seville. More than 3 nights-in per week probably amounts to social failure. However, this restlessness is somewhat cultural, as their work ethic is so ingrained, a leisurely night at home in front of the TV or reading a book, feels like laziness and a failure to make the most of every second. But they are lovely, culturally switched on, obviously full of energy, fluent in English (which German isn't) and very generous. They have a 5 yo daughter called Katinka, who takes charge of all play activities despite any language barriers. The girls have an enthusiastic playmate just 20+ steps away - what a dream!

Rubbish collection in Germany probably deserves its own Blog Entry - but I'll try and summarise. We have 3 bins for paper, plastics and general waste (there are no green-waste bins). They are all emptied on different days and either weekly, fortnightly or monthly. I am totally confused so just copy the neighbours. Glass is deposited in the bins at the end of the road (green, white and brown). Then at random times a truck roams the neighbourhood sounding a lot like an Aussie ice-cream van - but this one is for electrical and scrap metal waste. Plastic bottles receive 25 cent refund which you can get at the supermarket or the bottle shop. But what really epitomizes waste collection was an incident we experienced in our first fortnight here - someone rang our doorbell at 7 am - we staggered to the video screen and heard our local garbo telling us we'd forgotten to put out our bin and that he'd wait if we wanted!!! WOW!!! How civilised.

I hope it now feels like you're right here with us! xxx

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Italy and Dante for fun!














One early morning in October we decided to go tree climbing down at the Baldeneysee with our cousin Sofia. Much to our surprise and horror a cold front swept across during the night, sending temperatures plummeting to below zero. Our central heating kept this fact a secret until we emerged in climbing gear at 10am - with temperatures still no higher than 5C! It was freezing! Afterwards we came home, guzzled hot chocolates then immediately booked tickets to Tuscany for the Herbstferien (Autumn Holidays). Surely 1, 175km south would be warmer...

1 week in Italy. How many pizze can one eat in that time?
Well if you are like Mia, who (if allowed) would eat pizza for breakfast, lunch and dinner, that would be 21 pizza meals. Fortunately we kept it to a mere 11 (that's 2 breakfast, 2 dinners and every lunch!!!). And of course 7 gelati each. As you can see, this visit to Italy was not a culinary exploration. This time we concentrated more on Italy's rather turbulent history and arguably it's most famous writer, Dante.

For those who don't know (and I didn't know before this trip, so don't worry), Dante Alighieri (1264-1321) wrote what many believe is Italy's most brilliant piece of literature called The Divine Comedy. It's about his travels through Hell, Purgatory and Heaven (Inferno, Purgatoria e Paradiso) guided by the Roman poet Virgil. On his journey he encounters a host of familiar faces (wealthy noblemen, recent Popes and even critiques of his literature). Rather cheekily he placed many who opposed him in hell, including Pope Boniface VIII... they were described as swimming in pools of poo with their faces submerged, or frozen in ice or attacked by devilish monsters. The girls were positively gob-smacked (we read the kid's version). After the book's publication, the rich and powerful in Florence (his home town) sentenced Dante to death - so outraged were they by his 'comedy'. The Siennese, who constantly rivaled those in Florence, gave him refuge. We were fascinated. We even visited his home in Florence which is now a Museum.

Voltera, San Gimignano and Monteriggioni were all gorgeous towns. It's amazing how many have retained their old city walls and have preserved their inner cities for pedestrians and local residents only.

We spent the last 2 nights in Pisa, a rambling town with 3 universities and 65,000 students. Mia was longing to climb the leaning tower of Pisa. Its restoration and reinforced foundations had long since finished, so we were keen to compare its ascend to the Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately Hubertus returned from the queue with bad news, only visitors over 8 were allowed to climb to the top. Mia collapsed onto the ground and howled for 20min. That still did not sway the merchants selling the tickets. In the end Hubertus climbed alone - and it didn't fall over - phew!

Mia loved the pizza, Stephanie loved the Pinocchio puppets, Hubertus loved the medieval towers and I loved the views from San Gimignano.

The girls missed bretzels. Hubertus missed the Autobahns. And I missed the food I had last visit - pizza is OK but not everyday!