24 Hours with Good Friends

Just a few days after our Colorado boys took off for home, we were back at the Real Frankfurt train station to pickup our old friends from Chicago, Dan and Linda McCarthy. They had just finished a tour of Bavaria including seeing the Passion Play in Oberammergau. We were excited they carved out 2 days with us before heading back home. The timing was great - Germany was playing in the 3rd place match for the World Cup.

And, true to form, there was a festival in our Rhein River suburb of Wiesbaden-Schierstein. This festival is on a harbor off the Rhein and featured dragon-boat racing (what we know as crewing) and the usual mix of beer, brats, weiss-wine and a pastry called kuchen.

It was terribly hot all weekend - in the upper 90s with humidity. But, the beer tasted good (we held off til noon). Dan and Pete have known each other since they were 4, so we had a lot of catching up and stories to tell and retell. Mary and Linda have heard them too many times.


We all sampled the 1/2 meter Thuringer Wurst - very similar to bratwurst but spicier. Also had spaetzle mit sauerkraut, and Pete's favorite - CurryWurst.


We then took off for the scenic and authentic German Rhein town of Rudesheim.
The drive follows along the Rhein with vineyards lining the south-facing slopes and soaking up the ample sun. It was really hot!! As you can see, we mainly stayed in the shady spots of Rudesheim. Before we knew it, our friends had to fly back to Munich to catch their Monday flight to Chicago. 24 hours later, we bid them farewell in Frankfurt. On our way back to Wiesbaden, we realized how many new memories can be made in a short 24 hours.
Tschus!

World Cup Fever in Deutschland !!

The World Cup is in motion and there is no better place to be than in Europe for this event. Every bar and cafe has a big screen projector or LCD on a pole in the outdoor area. We had the chance to view the Germany vs Argentina match last night in a tent full of singing, screaming DE fans. Who ever thought soccer could be this exciting... the crowd would boo every time there was a shot of the Argentina coach... why? because when he played for Argentina many years ago, he scored a goal that took Germany out of the cup. Old memories die hard.


Our good friends from Boulder sent Sam and Ben, just fresh out of high school, for their trip of a lifetime to Europe. They made it to Wiesbaden just in time for the match. The night before, we got a call from Sam who said they just arrived in Frankfurt at the train station (hauptbahnhof) and there were no more trains to Wiesbaden. This was about 11:30pm so I said, no problem, I would drive down to pick them up... Frankfurt is only a half hour drive away. I forgot my phone, but no matter, the boys had no cell phone anyway, so all they could do was call our home phone from a pay phone. So... after 3 hours of searching all 4 train stations in Frankfurt, and many calls to Mary at headquarters from both parties trying to triangulate our maps... the boys came to a sudden realization at 4am: we are in Frankfurt a. d. Oder, on the Polish border with Germany. They took the first train from Berlin that said Frankfurt, but not "Au Main." Who knew there are 2 Frankfurt's in Germany!

Saturday, we picked them up at the train station an hour before the big match. They were pumped...in Germany during the world cup to watch their newly-adopted home team (and ours) with other Germans. The place was packed and it was about 95 degrees inside and out. Germany scored early and the place erupted. After each next goal, there was singing, flag waving, hugs and more beer.

After the 4-nill drubbing of Argentina (and repeated booing of their coach), the party spilled into Wilhelmstrasse and the singing continued. Guys with bullhorns would whip the crowd into a frenzy with chants and shout-backs.




The crowd would crouch down low, then spring up and shout! Absolute gibberish to us but we shouted right along with them. After awhile the buses were trapped on the street so that gave a good pulpit for the bullhorn speakers.



We are excited for Wednesday night semifinals ... Germany is pumped! Hans and Franz "want to pump - you - up!!" Down with the WALL.

WilhelmstrasseFest mit Pete

Just on the heels of Kranzplatzfest comes Wiesbaden's historic WilhelmstrasseFest on the Michigan Avenue of town. This is the oldest street festival in Germany. It has all the earmarks of a German Festival: local beer and wine tents, meat-on-a-stick, wurst of all types, pommes frites, and about 5 stages for music.


During the day, it has more of a family and kids theme. Stages are for young performers and dancers. There are artist booths all around the Kur House. As is typical, Germans show up for these things - everybody - all ages. No one brings a cooler. Everyone puts down a 2 euro deposit on a glass from their favorite beverage vendor and you don't see any bottles or plastic cups littering the streets.


A lot of time an effort goes into the Erdbeerbowle drinks. Erdbeer are strawberries and the Erdbeerbowle is a mixture of strawberries in a punch of German white wine, sparkling wine and lemons. These are extremely popular judging from the sheer amount of booths devoted to these drinks. Ok, I didn't see too many guys drinking these so I wussed out, I can't tell you if they're any good.

The music was a great mixture of all eras. I found myself by a stage with 4 fifty-something guys doing 60s music... and surprisingly well. Check out the balding heads in front of me....

Their song choices really reflect a love of early english and american rock and roll. I have heard more Byrd's covers in the last few months than I have heard in my lifetime.

And Dylan is held in high esteem here. You can hear "Knockin on Heaven's Door" from just about every band whether jazz, rock cover band, folkies, or even 80's bands. How about the dress code? I'm still not quite used to it. T-shirts and shorts are not the usual. You'll be glad to know that, unlike this guy, I don't have Capris yet.



Another thing that is constantly surprising... no matter how much beer and wine and Jag shots are ingested, you never see stumbling or beligerent drunks (myself included of course).



This was a particularly busy booth and tent...they were flying the Bavarian flag so they had traditional southern German food and beer. And BIG beers like you see in the Hofbrau House.



And, it didn't hurt that the waiters were dressed appropriately.
So, we'll have to wait now for the the July 4th Rudesheim Festival with lit ups castles and fireworks. It my just be a coincidence but it looks like we'll celebrate America's freedom here too.

Tschuss!

Kranzplatzfest

Over the 3 day holiday that is Pentecost, our little park called Kranzplatz is turned into a festival location. As you can see from the pictures, it is well-attended. As with most festivals in Germany, there are big trailers for dispensing local biers and Weiss wine. They literally pop up a bar on wheels. The cool thing is that the drinks are served in real glasses. You simply pay a deposit for your glass and keep refilling at the same booth.


The event seems to have a throwback theme... bands do all english music covers from all eras. There are 2 stages with music appealing to a wide audience. People just plain show up at these festivals - and they show up EVERY night!

There are booths selling all types of beads, jewelry and even LPs!


This cook does not compromise her stylish dress just because she's serving up Wurst!


Germany's festival culture is well-honed from year's of experience. You see the same vendors, wine carts, beer carts coming to all these festivals.

Even the Apfel Wein barrel somehow can hold 2 people inside to dispense Bavarian apple wine.


The food is awesome... some Indian, some traditional german pork sandwiches, flammkuchen, chinese. These women are serving up some pork meat with onions on a bun, and fish sandwiches.


This park is also home to one of the many hot springs in Wiesbaden - you can see the fountain where the steam is coming from.


Sooo, gotta go back Sunday nite with our friends for another round - I haven't tried all the food yet.

Tschus!

I'm Baaaackkk

It's just me, Pete. After joining Mary back in the USA, she is staying to complete her 30+ year at Medary Acres Greenhouse until about mid June. I will head back there to join her shortly. So, now that I'm back in Germany, I better start blogging. Start with a short one...

Just tonight, I was headed into town to watch the Germany/Swiss Hockey WORLD Championships (Germany beat USA a few weeks ago and I have not heard the end of it). As I was trying to find a parking space, I turned a corner and there was a crowd surrounded by a bunch of beer-branded patio umbrellas. Yes, another festival ! This one is called KranzPlatzFest... presumably named after the plat or park it's held at. 2 music stages, beer and wine tents, Wurst mit brot stands. These people know festivals. I think this has something to do with the 3-day holiday in Europe - Monday is Whit Monday or Pentecost. Good enough reason to have a festival starting on Thursday and ending Monday night.

Woohoo... will get pictures over the weekend and share. Oh, and Germany is leading Swiss 1-0 after the 2nd period. Not one fight and awesome skating.
Tschus!

Spring has sprung in Kurpark

OMG!! Kurpark is absolutely beautiful! As I took my daily walk this morning, I thought I should share the park once again with you to show off the new life and colors. Everyone seemed to be out to walk, run, bike, sit on benches or blankets, drink beer and wine at the garden cafe, just enjoying the colors.

The Magnolia trees are my favorite... the colors of white and pink are so creamy and pure. The pinks are truly a sight to be seen.


And "yellows" are everywhere...
.the Daffodils are open and welcoming everyone to the park along with the Forsythia's....

they are also in full bloom... we have some of these in our backyard.



On my way back through the park, I stood under this canopy of flowering almond branches just laden with blooms. >>>>>>



The willows and all the trees are just beginning to show that soft "Spring green" color.





Even the paddle boats and row boats are ready and waiting to be used. Emily and Katie can't wait to come back this summer and use the paddleboat. Of course there is talk of 1 paddle boat + $3 bottle of Rheingau wine = real German park experience.


Speaking of the real German park experience, this is the Kurpark Wine Garten where every Sunday afternoon beginning May 1st, live jazz bands perform. We hear from the locals that everyone from grandma's, grandpa's, newborns and dogs of all types will be out enjoying the music. Nice way to spend a Sunday.



Hope you enjoyed the botanical tour of Kurpark. This will be my last post for awhile as I am heading back home to South Dakota for about 10 weeks to work at Medary Acres Greenhouse once again. Pete will keep you posted with his adventures.

For now, Tschus!!

Easter in Milano - Lake Como

Pete's birthday on Easter Sunday gave us an excuse to travel. In Europe, it's a 4-day holiday weekend over Easter so we took advice of friends who have been to Lake Como and took off. It's only a 1-hour flight from here to Milan! We went with some new American friends we met at the Easter festival a few weeks ago in Wiesbaden. After arriving in Milan, we took a short bus ride to the Milan Centrale station where we caught a train to Varenna, a little town on Lake Como. The picture says it all... wow was about all we said for the entire first day there. It was a beautiful sunny spring day on Friday so we took the ferry to see the other little towns surrounding the lake. Bellagio is one of the most famous towns. George Clooney lives nearby - there are plenty of sightings but none by us.

However, there was plenty of wine sampled and the day itself was so amazing, we had a hard time putting down the camera. Everywhere you turn is another interesting shot. The town of Varenna like most of the towns is built on the side of a mountain, so all roads lead down to the lake. The lake is really long and narrow so the only way to get across is to take a ferry. So that was the drill... take a ferry, stop at a cafe, drink wine, eat something, move on....



On Easter, we asked our hotelier at Albergo Milano if the local church was Catholic. She said "of course, in Italy we only chose one religion." So we went to the local church where we enjoyed an all Italian mass (except for some Latin that Pete remembered from altar boy days).

We unfortunately needed to check out and head for the train back to Milan. Just outside the train station we had booked sight unseen rooms at the Michelangelo Hotel. Turned out to be a fantastic location, a bargain and with beautiful rooms. We highly recommend it. This helped since it continued to rain on Sunday during our sightseeing.


Everything starts and stops at the Duomo in Milan. Nearby is the earliest known covered mall from the late 1800s. The Galleria Vittorio Emanuele turned out to be a great place to spend some time under the rain-soaked glass roof. More wine and great food.....
Of course, on our departure day, the sun shone again giving us a great view of the Alps as we passed over on the way back to Germany.
Ciao!