13 May 2019
Here is a new benchmark for defining what it means to be old: when your daughter visits a country with an airport named after the leader who was in power when you lived there.
happened to me. My daughter Lisa recently left for a three-month stint in Spain
to learn Spanish. This thrilled me, not simply because going abroad to learn a
language is such an enriching experience, but because she went to Spain, where I also lived for a year.
When ironing out the itinerary with her, I was jolted to discover that the name
of the Madrid airport is called Adolfo Suárez, who was prime minister while I
was there in 1979-80. It drove home the fact that this had been nearly 40 years
Continue reading Of Planes to Spain Exploring New Terrain
18 April 2019
One of the joys of strolling through Alpine villages in Bavaria in the summer is admiring the balcony flowers. Red, pink and white geraniums spill out from every window, lending color to the traditional white and brown half-timbered houses that line the streets.
It’s enchanting! This beat the big yards
with barking dogs and driveways from where I grew up – by a long shot.
“I can grow those balcony flowers, too,” was my first thought
after moving here. “I’m from the suburbs; we had a garden. I know all about spring
planting, weeding and fertilizing.” Tomatoes need to get a head start in
little boxes inside the house before you plant the seedlings outside as soon as
the last frost is past. Picking green beans in the rain will cause them to rust.
I even had insider knowledge: The smell of a ring of chives encircling the
garden would keep rabbits out.
Continue reading The Blossom Butcher of Bavaria
10 January 2019
How is it that Munich is the richest city in Germany but seems to have the worst public transportation system?
of these facts is backed up by fact. But Munich does have the reputation of
being pretty much “the” place to live and on visits to Berlin and other major
metropolises I have never experienced as many hassles as I have in Munich.
Continue reading Rammed in the Tram
10 December 2018
I still remember when my father’s boss retired. I was about 10 years old and could remember him talking about his boss Harry from when I was a little girl. Harry was a great guy and he and my Dad shared the same engineer DNA. They swopped jokes and talked politics and exchanged stories about their kids growing up. So when it came for Harry to retire, my Dad was happy for him on the one hand as he prepared to make his way to a shiny new retirement home in Arizona, but sorry on the other, knowing he would sorely miss him after having worked together for 15 years.
Continue reading Roarin’ Retirees
15 November 2018
It’s a bright sunny day as my daughter and I
hop on the train to go to Berlin, taking a regional S-Bahn commuter train to
the main station. I contemplate how different Berlin is from relatively sleepy
Munich. While the latter city only gained economic importance in the 1960s and
was never more than the capital of Bavaria, Berlin was the capital of an empire
and boasts sweeping boulevards and bombastic buildings reminiscent of Paris,
Madrid or New York.
Continue reading Trains of Thought
2 October 2018
It’s Fall. After a record hot summer, the evenings have gotten cooler and chestnuts in their spiky husks are falling to the pavement, hopefully, and not onto some unwitting passersby’s head.
It is also my older daughter Natasha’s first year at university. For her, a whole new era begins. For me, it brings back memories of my own university education.
Continue reading Studying Here, Studying There