Monday, January 06, 2020

It's Complicated

Time got away from me once again so this post will be completely out of order.  I started writing it in November, to reflect on our trip to Berlin for the 30th anniversary of the "fall" of the Berlin Wall.  Then I went backward to cover another trip from October and finally, today, if all goes as planned, I'll finish the post with our year-end shenanigans.  Happy 2020!

(From November 2019)
Just got back from a quick trip to Berlin.  I made a reservation at a Berlin Hotel a few months ago for November 9th, the 30th anniversary of the opening of the Berlin Wall, figuring there would be some kind of celebration marking the historic day and thinking (cheap) hotels might be hard to come by.  I was right: there were exhibitions/events planned throughout the city and I saved a few bucks by booking earlier.  The main event I was interested in was the show at the Brandenburg gate, although as the event neared, I learned that it was going to more like a ceremony with speeches, videos, and some music rather than the festive concert I was hoping for.  But more on that later (kinda.)

BERLIN!!! (Pronounced BerLEEEEN, as Matthias constantly reminds me)
So we set off for Berlin despite a forecast of cold November rain, and also despite the fact that Matthias wasn't all that psyched to attend the celebratory/informational exhibitions. He was, however, relatively psyched to eat some food we normally wouldn't get around Gommern. So upon arrival in Berlin we stopped in Charlottenburg to eat some fairly authentic Ramen.  Then onto the hotel near the main train station.  The "hotel" was really a hostel/hotel combo, but our room was sparkly clean, comfy and quiet, if a bit small, and the location by the train station was pretty good - not much in the immediate area, but accessible to everything by foot or public transport.    After check-in we headed to Alexanderplatz, which was one of the event sites.  The weather was pretty crappy (grey and drizzly) and the music stage was empty, so we took a quick look at the displays and then headed for cover.  I had no idea where to go around Alexanderplatz, which these days mainly consists of a train station, shopping centers and tourist attractions. But Matthias said he knew of a little kneipe (local bar) under the railway tracks. I didn't believe it; no way could a small local bar exist in the middle of all this developed space! He said he was last there with Jennifer and Brenda, but that was also more than ten years ago so I still didn't believe it would be there.  And then, we came upon the small lighted sign, and I was happy to be proven wrong. The door was locked but we saw that there were people inside, and fortunately I found the buzzer button and they let us in!  We got a beer and settled in to enjoy the smoky local atmosphere in the middle of the city.  One of the old guys at the bar flirted with Matthias, asking him if he realized where he was (turns out it was a gay bar) and then asked where he came from.  When Matthias said Magdeburg, he got himself a hearty handshake and welcome as a fellow Ossie (East German).  So it is in Germany, even today, or especially today.  As we drank our beer, Matthias told me stories about coming to Berlin as a child on school trips and later as a teenager to party.  And that's when I started to realize that the real treat was just being here, in Berlin, in Germany, with the people who experienced life here then and now.

November 9th is a complicated day in Germany.  In addition to the opening of the wall, it is the anniversary of Kristallnacht.  Many of the memorials to the Jewish people who once lived here were adorned with tea lights to mark the occasion.
A couple of beers later we left the bar and started to make our way on foot toward the Brandenburg Gate, along the grand and very touristy avenue "Unter den Linden" past all the big attractions - the new palace, cathedral, opera house, Humboldt University, and the German History Museum (free entry today - perfect bathroom stop!!)  As we neared the Brandenburg Gate and the hoards of people gathered there, we were turned away "for security reasons" as the crowd was too big and the show was about to start.  They said we needed to go around to enter from the back, which we knew was a loooong walk around and through the Tiergarten.  But we followed the crowds through the dark streets and paths only to get to another bottleneck of people trying to get in.  I romanticized this a little thinking about how people amassed for hours along the Berlin Wall on this night 30 years ago waiting for a chance to get through, but Matthias didn't share in the romanticism so we opted instead to head over to Moabit and one of our old haunts.  We spent the rest of the evening enjoying the spectacle of drunk Berliners mixing with an international crowd, and contemplating life before and after - and on boths sides of - the Iron Curtain.  I had already learned a a bit by following the local news coverage leading up to the anniversary, as well as talking to family members and others who remember it. So I kind of understood that while the anniversary was a time for celebration, it was also a time for reflection. Although I don't think any (many?) people want to go back to the days when a wall/hard border separated Germany, it seems there is a lingering feeling of disappointment in how things turned out.

My understanding is as follows:  It generally sucked to live behind the wall, with limited opportunity and freedoms, but there is some nostalgia for those days. People often point to the idea that back then everyone had enough. Money was not an issue - it was plentiful, although (and probably because) there was very little to buy. That meant more money for going out and having fun. There was a sense of equality, at least among the broad population (if not the corrupt leaders). No credit problems or worries about how to afford retirement.  Very little crime (again, except among the corrupt leadership). Flash forward to present day: although most admit that they have more now (certainly freedom but also things) than they did then, not everything seems better.  Though there's a lot to buy, living comfortably isn't affordable.  There is more freedom but more uncertainty (e.g., how to afford retirement.) After reunification, many people got caught up in what looked like economic opportunity but turned out to be risky business ventures promoted by predatory investors/lenders; so while the West profited, the East suffered. Factories closed; crime increased. And now, there is a gnawing perception that opportunity is reserved for those who are already rich, that things are out of control and leadership is still corrupt.  Sound familiar?  I am doing a really crappy job of relating these musings here - and there is so much more - but this was part of whirlwind of thoughts occupying my brain as we sat our favorite corner bar in West Berlin on this historic November night.

The next morning at the Mauerpark - along the route of the Berlin Wall.
And then the sun came out the next day making it a beautiful Sunday morning, so enjoyed walking and walking and walking (and u-bahn riding) though the various Berlin neighborhoods, stopping for a delicious Korean lunch in Kreuzberg, and catching the train back to Gommern.

A rare sunny November day, riding along the banks of the Elbe river near Gommern

Sunrise from our apartment - getting later and later each day. 
And now for a trip back to the not-so-distant past: October and and my trip to the USA to attend Brenda's 50th birthday bash.  It was a rather impulsive decision to make the trip, but it gave me the opportunity to hang out and celebrate with old friends, and make new ones - how could I miss it?  Matthias was invited, too, and almost decided to come along, but when I started getting into the details about what the trip would entail (looong flights and 9 hour time difference, weekend in a house full of party people and then side trips to visit other friends) he decided it would be too much.  Soooo, I was off to Vegas alone.  And, speaking of unabashed capitalism (was I?), I was certainly smacked in the face with it upon alighting in Sin City!  Fortunately, the party weekend took place in a quiet and awesome house outside of- but not far from - downtown Vegas and the Strip. I had a wonderful time - hanging out and sharing meals with Jennifer and Brenda and their amazing friends, and partaking in fabulous activities including zip lining over Fremont Street, touring Zappos headquarters, and digging ditches with big machinery! And then there was the pool bar.  Simply awesome!!

Outing at Dig This - I drove that thing behind us!!

Pool bar at the house!

Brenda donning - and riding - some of her bday presents.
And then, after a lost weekend with that cool crowd, I spend another two nights at a hotel near Fremont street (or as I now think of it: "The new and improved Fremont Street brought to you by Zappos") so I could rendezvous with Sue, who flew down from Sacramento to meet me.  I'm not sure how we spent the 24 hours we had together, not because of debauchery, but because I think we just spent the whole time hanging out and catching up, which is all I really wanted to do.  It was wonderful to see and spend time with her!!  Just like old times!  Same, Same (But Different).


And to close out the wonderful trip, Patrick drove all the way to Vegas from Phoenix to spend the night and bring me back with him.  Again, we didn't do anything all that memorable in Vegas (he lost some $$ and we ate A TON), and then we took the scenic drive back to Phoenix where I spent a few days catching up with him.  Once again, it was fantastic, as if no time had passed since we spent all that time together in our 20s and 30s (!!)  We even called up some other old friends (Declan and Barb) to shoot the breeze and laugh about old times as we were on the road.  I also got to hang out with Patrick at the bowling alley (he's really good!) and meet his fun friends.  It was perfect! 




Back to the present (again, sort of) - it is the end of November and I'm heading south with Matthias as I write this.  We are meeting my mother in Barcelona tomorrow and then embarking on a freaking 16-day transatlantic cruise to America.  WOOOHOOOO!

Finishing off the decade (from January 2020)

As one can surmise, tomorrow came and went.  We met my mother as planned, had a fun evening in Barcelona and then set out the next morning to board our gigantic cruise ship.  We actually walked all the way from the hotel to the pier (quite far) but then fortunately were able to sneak our way past the hours-long embarkation line (employing elderly and white privilege) and settle into the extravagance.  Even though the itinerary looked great, I was reluctant to book a crossing on this mega-ship (the Norwegian Epic) until Stu convinced me to look into something called The Haven.  And a Haven it was.  We got ourselves a two-bedroom suite in an area atop the ship where only "Haven passengers" could access (paid-for privilege). The area included our own restaurant, pool/jacuzzi, sun deck, small gym and two bars, as well as priority access to elevators when we docked - all of which were huge benefits given how busy and full (and poorly designed, in my opinion) the rest of the ship was.  Our two-bedroom suite was plenty big enough for the three of us, and despite a few hiccups (lighting malfunction, water not hot enough in the second bathroom (second bathroom!!) and a flooding incident) it was fabulous!

Walking to the ship in Barcelona. 
Best seat in the Haven Lounge - luckily just a few doors down from our room
Leaving Barcelona, we traveled overnight to Mallorca, where mom and I did a Jewish walking tour - interesting! Then on the first sea day - also mom's birthday - we got to explore the rest of the ship and eat in one of the fancy (up-charge) restaurants.  The remainder of the 16-day adventure included the following ports: Malaga, Cadiz, Madeira, Lanzarote and Tenerife (Canary Islands), Tortola, St. Thomas and San Juan, Puerto Rico, where we disembarked.  I won't get into all the details here because there's a photo album, but highlights included walking the streets of Malaga and Cadiz, a tour of the volcanic landscape in Lanzarote, and trying one of Matthias' favorite dishes in Tenerife: papas arrugadas, or mini potatoes with red (or green) mojo sauce.  Being on a big ship also had its advantages: There were quite a lot of activities on offer to fill the time after days of sightseeing and during six sea days. For happy hour, there was a pub of sorts, where we would have our (first) cocktails with Matthias before splitting up for the evening - with Matthias heading to the buffet (and bed) and Mom and I trying out the other dining options and entertainment. We took advantage of just about all the entertainment, which was pretty fabulous, attending a few of the shows twice. We even became groupies to the jazz band, catching them in a variety of venues, including a front row table in the main dining room/supper club - a highlight!  And of course I went on all three water slides.

Our delight in our stage-side supper club seats! 
We even found a place on deck to play RummyCub.
Unfortunately, about four days before the end of the cruise, on our third transatlantic sea-day, mom started experiencing severe leg pain (which we later found out was due to a herniated disc.) Suddenly, she could no longer walk and the pain was so intense that we made an immediate visit to the ship's medical center, where she received injections and medications to get through the rest of the vacation until she could see her doctor. Sadly, the meds didn't relieve the pain so mom spent most of the last few days of the cruise in and around our suite.  Fortunately, the accommodations were great: the dining room was just down the hall from our cabin, as was the pool deck, so she could make it there.  Plus, room service was available and we took advantage of wheelchair service to see a couple of shows.  Our (my) big fear was what to do when it was time to leave the comfort of the ship in San Juan.  I had booked us an apartment-hotel there for one night thinking that we could enjoy the city for a day before flying back to Florida. While I was regretting (immensely) that decision, it turned out that disembarkation day was so chaotic that we would have most likely missed our flight if we had booked same-day return tickets.  So while overnighting turned out to be a good idea, the apartment-hotel was not well appointed for someone with a debilitating injury (no elevator, a beautiful rooftop garden and shared balcony but a dark apartment.)  While mom slept, Matthias and I learned about pharmaceutical availability in Puerto Rico (pretty good, it seems) in finding medication for mom, and also found some good food, which we also brought back for her.  Once Matthias got over his shock around how ice-cold and light the beer was, we managed to have a good evening experience as well. The next day, thanks to good airline wheelchair service, we made it back home without any trouble - easy for me to say as I wasn't the one in pain the whole time.  But I know even mom agrees it was a great trip (and even more surprising, Matthias doesn't have too much negative to say about it) so we are calling it a success!
Mom made it out to the balcony in San Juan - and we even played RummyCub there!
Click here for full cruise photo album
During the next two weeks in Florida, we managed to have fun (theater, dining out, playing with Maju, visiting, etc.) while cramming in numerous doctor appointments before the holidays.   And thankfully, as we were scheduled to fly back to Germany on Christmas Day, Laurene was due to arrive in Sarasota on the 24th, meaning we would get to see her for an evening and she would be able to hang out with mom throughout her recuperation.  As for us, we got back to Germany on the 26th, in time to have a belated Christmas dinner with Matthias' parents and make a visit to the Magdeburg Christmas market. And to end on a wonky note, our meager mail pile (no, nothing yet from the Tax Authority regarding 2018), included a comprehensive booklet about local waste/recycling collection.  I learned about the things I have been doing wrong (putting things in the wrong bin) and details about next year's collection schedule.  After I diligently filled in the calendar they provided (with stickers!) I learned there's an app with automatic reminders. I now have both, so I guess I'm ready for 2020!!
Family photo - Hi Maju!

Of course Matthias made steak for us!!

And of course we went to our favorite Tiki bar in Sarasota

Christmas Market in Magdeburg

First (of many) mugs of Gluhwein

Waste Collection Guide and Calendar! Welcome 2020!!

Wednesday, October 02, 2019

Five (0) Country Tour!

If I get through this, I might actually be posting my second blog of the summer, without an opening apology for how late it is (okay, that didn't work out as planned).  I mentioned in the last post that Matthias had a significant birthday in July, and what better way to celebrate the big 5-0 than with a five country bike tour?!  Okay, the tour itinerary was probably designed a bit more with me in mind, but we did start with a two-day extravaganza meant mainly for Matthias....

On July 23rd (almost a week after his actual birthday), we set off with our bikes on the train to Munich, with a reservation at our favorite hotel.  Well, the only hotel we know - it's economical, comfy, centrally located by the train station, and has a garage for bike parking.  But we hadn't even considered what turned out to be the biggest perk: The air conditioning!  We were traveling during the big 2019 heatwave in Europe, nearly 40 degrees Celsius (about 100F) in Munich and not many places around here are air-conditioned.  But we lucked out with the A/C for two cool nights' sleep, and still managed to have fun during the day walking around town in the morning and heading out to the Hirschgarten to spend the afternoon drinking beer under the trees.  It was Matthias' birthday trip, after all.

Hirschgarten in Munich!  The heat was practically
bearable under the trees.


Schneider Weisse Brauhaus, Munich
From Munich, we took our favorite train (EC 85) into the Alps.  The original plan was to disembark in Bolzano, Italy and then ride up over two mountain passes through Austria back into Germany on the Claudia Augusta bike route.  We have done many parts of this route before, but never the section over the passes.  Well, we chickened out once again due to the heat wave and decided to disembark halfway there - at the Brenner pass on the Austrian/Italian border - about 1,400 meters high - where it was cool.  So, after a lunch in Italy (Country #1), we crossed the border back into Austria (Country #2) and headed down, down, down, to a campsite I found (online) the night before.  Unfortunately, it was booked - they wouldn't even let us pitch our tent there (we've never actually encountered this before).  So I found another campsite on the map near Innsbruck and we headed there. The ride was breathtakingly beautiful - on a backroad/path through the woods and down, down, down further - but we couldn't really enjoy it because we were tired and stressed about finding a place to sleep.  We found the site, and they found space for us, but at a whopping 34 Euros (would have been 38 if they had included electricity) in a packed field about a quarter mile away from the nearest (albeit lovely) bathrooms.  To top it off, there was a downpour in the evening, but we somewhat welcomed it because it made for a nice cool sleep.  Still, we were beginning to regret our decision to head into such a touristy area during the height of summer break.  Actually, it wasn't really a decision, I merely overlooked the fact that we would be traveling in high season.  Didn't even consider it.  Mistake #1.

Riding down from the Brenner Pass

On the way to Campsite #2

The storm brought a cool evening and a dramatic skyscape.
The next day, we had a lovely ride down to the Inn river and through the valley it to the next campsite at Imst.  I had emailed ahead and secured us a spot but the host said they almost always have rooms for bikers and charged us a mere 17 Euros per night. We decided to stay a couple of days because the campsite and the area were so nice, and also because I was nervous about making it over the mountain pass. More on that in a minute.  First, we had great fun riding along the Inn river valley, hiking up to a chairlift that took us even further up into the mountains, having lunch at a fabulous lookout restaurant and a riding the ALPINE COASTER (Wheeee!)

Riding along the Inn - and Matthias' dream factory.

Cold beer after a cold chairlift ride.

Start of the Alpine Coaster in Imst!  6km long and FUN!!
Unfortunately, despite weeks of planning, I missed a pretty major potential problem - mistake #2.  That is, the guidebook I was using was meant for southward travel, and we were traveling north.  So when it stated that cyclists were better off using the narrow, busy road instead of the steep, rough bike path on one portion of the route, it presumed that we would be traveling down the large incline, which would only take a few minutes.  But we were going to be heading up the big incline and everyone we spoke to said that although the rough path was really meant for mountain bikes, they strongly advised against taking the narrow, busy road.  Of course, I wasn't too keen on pushing the bikes along a steep gravel path....but we set off anyway.  Luckily, about 10 kms outside of Imst and just before the big incline leading up to the mountain pass, I checked in at a tourist info center and got a spot on a designated bike shuttle which, fortunately, was passing by (empty) in about 10 minutes.  So, for 30 euros we got a lift over the pass, and pedaled easily - though a bit grumpily - to the next campsite in Lermoos.  We had stayed at this campsite before and really liked it.  It was still nice, but we weren't thrilled with the high-season price of 30 euros per night.

Scenic campsite in Lermoos
The next day we headed back into Germany (Country #3).  The ride would have been really lovely, but it poured nearly all day - starting just after we packed up our tent (had it started earlier, we wouldn't have left....)  Actually, the rain tapered off in the late afternoon, so we had somewhat dried off when we arrived at the Grüntensee campsite, which was another big, busy and expensive campsite.  We got over that quickly, however, because it was located in the rolling green hills of the  Allgaü region, which we love.  Indeed, we had a beautiful ride the next day to the campsite at Isny, which was cute (and affordable) and another beautiful ride, mostly downhill, to Bodensee (Lake Constance), a huge regional tourist destination.  And yes, still in the height of the school holiday season.  Fortunately, the campsite I selected had a tent meadow just for cyclists, which never got full, although there were no vacancies in the rest of the place.  The meadow was right on the edge of the lake, which made it the perfect spot to see fireworks at night (Swiss national holiday and Switzerland was across the lake).  We spent the next day checking out the busy harbor town of Friedrichshafen, known for the founding of the Zeppelin.  We passed on the Hindenburg museum in favor of a walk - and a few beers - by the harbor.

Riding in the rain back to Germany

Friedrichshafen campsite


The harbor in Friedrichshafen
Next was a ride around the lake to a point on the south called Gaienhofen, which didn't have much around it but made a good base from which to make a side trip to Konstanz the next day.  I was all excited for a day trip to Konstanz, basically because I thought it was in Switzerland.  But it isn't.  It's a German town on the border with Switzerland, so part of our circular route included a ride back through Switzerland (Country #4 and a new biking country for me).  Actually, over the following days as we started to ride along the Rhein river, we were constantly riding in and out of Switzerland and I was confounded by the fact that the border didn't follow the river.  I expected that if we stayed on the east side of the river, we would be traveling in Germany.  But no, and this was particularly frustrating as I thought the supermarkets I had mapped out along our route were in Germany (because the Swiss ones were too expensive.)  I learned later (thanks Jen!) that one German town we passed through on the east side of the river is completely surrounded by Switzerland. Huh.

Had to take a swim in Lake Constance! 
That's Switzerland across the lake.

First point of interest in Switzerland. 
An amazing (and free) public toilet!!

Second impression of Switzerland:
pretty town square
After riding through Stein am Rhein (above) where Lake Constance flows into the Rhein river, we came to the Rheinfall. I didn't know about this pretty large waterfall, but I guess it seems to be a major destination given the large number of tourists coming to see it, most of whom I assume were from riverboats that stopped downriver.  That night, we stayed at a campsite in Switzerland, our most expensive yet (40 Euros!) and left the next day despite heavy rain partly because of the price and partly because it was in the middle of nowhere - near the town of Flaach.  That day's ride was the wettest yet (and overall) but ended at a simple boat rental place/campsite in Murg, Germany where we paid $12 for the night, including electricity!  Plus, there was a big tent under which we could sit to eat and watch the rain.

Waterfall selfie

Rheinfall
Switzerland, from Germany

Staying dry in the campsite during the downpour
And now for the highlight of the tour!  We were on course to meet Jennifer and Brenda in Basel and our next day involved a short ride to and through the center of the city (stressful) and on to a campsite on the outskirts, which happened to be in France (Country #5!).  I would call it a "cozy" campsite (Matthias would call it something else) with pretty basic facilities, a fair price, and a great location - walking distance to a huge shopping center (in Germany) and the streetcar to the center of Basel. Two days later, we enjoyed a nice lunch at a French bistro and then headed into Basel to celebrate Matthias' birthday (yet again) in grand style!  We arrived just as Jen and Brenda's train was pulling in, so we walked with them to their hotel and then took a leisurely stroll down to the river.  And, since it was after 5pm (already!) we found a fun place to have a couple of drinks on the Rhein, enjoy the scenery, watch people float by in tubes and listen to a band warming up for an evening concert.  If that wasn't awesome enough, we then enjoyed a Swiss feast at a lovely restaurant and then more drinking into the night.  I think we got the last streetcar back to the campsite, but it was easy peasy and oh, so much fun!!

On the bridge over the Rhein in Basel

Open air bar in Basel! 
We had good weather the next day for the ride to Ihringen, which I knew nothing about except that it was outside of Freiburg, a town I had wanted to see.  It turned out to be in the middle of a beautiful wine-growing area, called Kaiserstuhl.  This basically consisted of a hill - or kind of a big "bump" - in the middle of an otherwise flat area full of vineyards.  So of course the surrounding towns were cute, too.  Plus, the campsite was nice, and proved to be a good place to do laundry, so we settled in for a few days.  We visited Breisgau (also a stop for Rhein river cruises) and Freiburg, but the highlight was riding through the local hills and vineyards.  We plan to be back here someday!

Kaiserstuhl

Freiburg

A black swan!  On the Rhein
After three days in the Kaiserstuhl area, we made our way down the Rhein (downstream, that is - but northward).   After two nights at unremarkable campsites, we reached Ettlingen and the Albgau (Alb Valley).  This was an area on the edge of the Schwarzwald (Black Forest), which we had been skirting around since Basel.  Staying at the campsite here for two nights over the weekend allowed us to venture along the pretty valley to Bad Herrenalb, where we got to hang out for a bit at a local festival (love these!)  Next, we rode through Karlsruhe and on to Speyer, another historic town and river cruise stop, where we had some typical regional (pfälzisch) food at a pretty biergarten/restaurant.  While we didn't fall in love with the cuisine - saumagen, leberknödel - we liked the place.  Then we set off for a campsite outside of Worms, which despite its name is also quite beautiful.

Ettlingen in Albgau

In Karlsruhe, the seat of Germany's highest court,
the light of justice illuminates all!

Famous Dom (cathedral) in Speyer

Nibelungen statue in Worms. 
If you have a few hours, Matthias can tell you about this legend

Rounding out the tour, we rode through Mannheim and Darmstadt, making sure to check out a portion of the new "bike highway" being built to connect major cities by bike.  We spent the last night in a campsite outside of Frankfurt and then traveled into town the next day to catch our afternoon train home, but not before grabbing some Apfelwein on the Rhein!

Bike "superhighway" in progress

Apfelwein on the Rhein!!

My Manhattan am Rhein

So, back in Gommern, summer turned to fall and my squirrel-like German family began the ritual of gathering fruit, nuts, mushrooms, etc. for the winter.  By the time October arrived, our cellars and attics were chock full of goodies.  And although I'm now off on another adventure, which I'll write about (probably much) later, I'm sure they will continue gathering during my absence. Who knows what delicacies I'll find when I return.....

Attic full of walnuts laid out to dry.

Pflaumkuchen (Plum cake) made
with plums gathered in the area 

Mushrooms!! 
My in-law's (Birgitt and Achim's) cellar
They also have three large freezers....