Blythe Spirit

Der Travelogue

I am now sufficiently recovered from jet lag to make a report on our “Look and see” (credit Ute, our relocation consultant) trip to Germany.

My little diary:
Day 1 – Holy crap. This is the worst decision we’ve ever made. I hate it here. I am tired and I want to go to sleep. The traffic from Frankfurt to Nurnberg is terrible. Everyone is mean. The TV channels are all in German. It is hot.
Day 2 – Awesome! I love the cobblestones and the historic buildings here. Everything is so old, and yet we could actually live in one of these buildings. People are so nice, and willing to indulge our pathetic attempts to speak German. Jeff is just going to love his new job. The apartments here are really cool. I can’t wait to go test drive a BMW or a Volkswagen.
Day 3 (very very early in the morning) – Why can’t I sleep? I am worried about everything. Will I get fat because of all the sausage? What will I do with myself? What if Jeff doesn’t like his new job? What if I can never learn German and can’t speak to anyone and don’t make any friends and become one of those wives who screeches at her husband when he comes home because he is the first human being she has seen all day long?
Day 3 – I am so glad I took that nap from 8-11am while Jeff went into the office. I feel much better now. The food here is really good, I love eating ham and cream cheese on a fresh roll for breakfast. I can’t wait to buy a bicycle and ride across the cobblestones with a canvas bag full of fresh vegetables in the basket.
Day 4 – I am so tired. I want to sleep all day and then I’m awake all night. Can’t they do something about this? Why is everyone so cheerful? Why do we have to answer so many questions? Didn’t someone tell us that “they all speak English over there anyway?” They lied.

So, it was a little bit of an emotional roller coaster. But it was good to see exactly what we’re getting ourselves into, and especially helpful to see our housing options. We are both looking forward to a time when we understand the street signs and can read a menu without a phrasebook (order the klein beer, not the gross).