Note: It feels wrong to write this post on our untouched, joyful lives with so much sadness and pain elsewhere in the world. I know the suffering is not new with the recent attacks on Paris and people in many parts of the world have been struggling long before last weekend. I also know that it does nothing productive to dwell in the sadness. We have to be present in our lives while we’re here and the best thing we can do is spread love, serve our neighbors and raise children with the hope to make this world a better place. I am inspired to do more. If nothing else, I hope this blog makes our love one’s smile seeing our happy adventures captured in time.
I absolutely LOVE Halloween. It makes me feel like a kid and I never get to do it big enough. I want to do it BIGGGG. One day we’re going to throw a proper Halloween party. You can all come! Last Halloween James was only 7 months and we dressed him up as a Princeton Tiger for a total of about an hour and a half just to go to a little party. I worked the night shift then so Mark put James to bed and I went to work in my Rosie the Riveter hair and “We Can Do It” sign pinned to my scrubs.
This Halloween I wanted to do something more. So I made James a lamb costume from a hoodie, cotton balls and some felt. I was very proud of my thrifty little costume, although as the night went on our little lamb started molting quite a bit. We are still trying to get the fluff off his winter coat! Being in Germany, we couldn’t quite do it like we would at home but we did the best we could. They are just starting to really celebrate Halloween here over the last few years and I don’t think they do trick or treating outside the big cities. So, we did what everyone else in town seemed to be doing and went to Zoo Halloween. It was fun and they had some interesting shows but there was a big difference — they only do it scary. No funny or cute costumes. Only evil! Witches, masked men, pirates, vampires, devils. People truly stopped and laughed at the little lamb toddling off in the middle of a bunch of devils and zombies. We giggled about it all night.
I haven’t really talked about it much here yet but culture shock couldn’t help but push me little bit for this one. I hate the term culture shock – it sounds so traumatic. I wish it were called “culture gumbles” or something a little less like a diagnosis from the DSM-5. None-the-less, I did want to scream at people — “we do fun, beautiful, creative, funny AND scary costumes where I’m from and its better!” Culture shock is this awful thing where you are constantly feeling “how can everyone here be okay doing it this way, don’t they understand how silly it is to do it differently?! Why isn’t anyone else outraged at this?!” This does not just apply to something big like the difference in holiday celebrations but also to something simple like crossing the street. Oh, that one is the hardest for me. Anytime this creeps up I get frustrated and confused and I almost always feel a little sad after it happens because I know how ridiculous I’m being. It’s very normal, I know… I can’t imagine what people must go through when there are even more blatant differences in their old life to their new one and when they don’t look like the other people in their new surroundings. And they aren’t welcome (ahem). How awful! We actually have it easy in that regard and in many other ways too. It’s getting better for me everyday, which I think means I am just adapting to their way or feeling less like an outsider – probably both. Now I wait and cross the street with the green walk sign like everyone else. I didn’t want to be lectured and stared at anymore, if I ‘gasp! cross the street when no cars are coming but there’s a red ‘don’t walk’ sign!”. I’m not even exaggerating when I tell you, there will be ten people waiting at a small street with a ‘don’t walk’ sign and not a car in sight. It baffles me. Apparently Mark is immune to culture shock or maybe he’s just a gentler soul. It doesn’t bother him. Other differences that get to me: there are no rules for standing in line (people cut and make their own lines — this one drives me bonkers), pizza doesn’t come cut (what?!), smoking is so much more common – especially among young people, customer service (it is not), you can be scolded by anyone for anything, there is graffiti everywhere, everything is closed on Sundays, shopping carts are chained together and you have to give a Euro to use one, and I already told you how fun it is to try and scoop up your groceries and pay before they start dumping the next person’s stuff on top of yours. This is a tangent. I’m sorry. It me not you, okay Germany?
Otherwise it’s great — wouldn’t trade it for anything. I just wanted to keep this blog real, you know? Some awesome things about Germany, just so that you don’t think I only see the challenging ones: beer & bratwurts (!!!), percentages are on their ingredients listed on food containers (why doesn’t the US do this?!), almost all windows open two ways so you can have an open window without rain coming in (!), the playgrounds and general baby-friendliness, public transportation, Glühwine, beautiful & historic architecture, and I think as we’re soon-to-learn, The Christmas Markets. Most important, people are quite friendly once you get talking and very generous.
With all the said, Halloween was still great even while being different because we got to dress James up and watch him experience this [his] version of Halloween. Plus he got to see some animals at the Zoo. What could be better!
That was Friday. On Saturday we took a quick hour and a half long train to Wittenberg for Reformationstag. What a Lutheran spectacle it was! You can read more about it here.
Wall to wall people for much of the experience. If I didn’t think it was weird when we ran into people Mark knew on a hike in the middle of Alaska or on the street in the middle of Manhattan, it sure was weird when ran into the librarian from Luther Seminary here at the festival in the middle of Germany.
Schlosskirche and it’s door where Luther nailed his ninety-five theses and started the Reformation.
That night we organized a little trick or treating in our building by giving our international neighbors candy ahead of time and asking them if they wouldn’t mind giving them out to the kids. I’m not sure who ended up having more fun. First trick or treating for everyone!
What toddler wears his costume all night long? Definitely not this guy. He defaulted to a ballet dancer halfway through.
I hope next year we can throw the amazing Halloween party I’ve been dreaming of, but if it still isn’t in the cards, it’s nice to know watching your kid dress up and build community with the neighbors is still pretty darn great.