If there were an award for “person who hates the German language the loudest,” Mark Twain would have won it. No one has satirized the German language quite as hilariously before or since. As he says:
Expat blogger Liv Hambretty contemplates a recent move and the meaning of home:
“Comparing Weiden to Kiel, where we have just spent 6 months and comparing both of them to Münster, my first home here and indeed Sydney, my ‘home home’, has given me the opportunity to really look at what I want from a home, and I use home in the sense of location I live, my town/city/place of residence. There’s what I’d prefer, versus what I need and it’s the latter that is perhaps most revealing. We don’t often think about what we need because, for the most part, we are fortunate enough that our needs are met, and then some. It’s when those needs aren’t met that you really start thinking, that’s what I depend on, oh so that’s that creates that happy ripple effect and that’s the lynch pin that holds all of that together. Huh.” You can read the rest of the blog here, and watch the YG blog in the coming weeks–Liv will be guest blogging here as well.
Though most people tend to think of beer when they think of Germany, the country is quite famous for its wines as well. Right now the harvest is on, and in Rheinland-Pfalz you can get a glass of the new wine known as “Federweisser” at stands around most towns. It is the perfect time for a glass raised high and a celebration of German wine culture. Cheers!
Why did the blonde’s boyfriend blow into her ear?
She needed a re-fill.
You see sometimes we call dumb people ‘airheads’ back home and since blondes have a reputation for not being so smart, and she has air in her head that periodically needs re-filling and…
Oh, I see! Oh yah, that’s funny.
So, you think you want to keep on learning German? Well then you’ve progressed a lot further than many expats living in Germany (I won’t tell you how much…or how little German I’ve studied the past few weeks…) Yes, it takes courage, determination, much intelligence, and some very very patient and slow speaking Germans to keep you going, but don’t give up. One day…..maybe thirty years from now, you will be able to order your meal using the right articles. Anything is possible.
I love flea markets. I love being able to find things I need used and, usually, dirt cheap. Flea markets are a great place to find interesting German tidbits to send back to my friends in the States, and they are a fascinating way to get to know the material insides of people’s lives. Plus they are a great excuse to get outside for an early Saturday morning walk.