I will not let you down blog readers (mom and dad)! I return with numbers 8 and 7 on things I actually like about the 'Furt/ the Fatherland.
This installment is a little late as our apartmenthold has been staging an epic battle with a nasty holiday cold. I have also been working overtime to get two Romanian girls prepared to take the TOEFL test and I am so emotionally invested in their understanding of "if clauses" and "reported speech." If you know me, you know how I feel about Eastern Europe/ Europeans (undying love/devotion) so you can imagine how much I care about Luci and Maria's success. Ok, so on with the show:
Number 8: I love that Germans take pride in their royal blood.
In the course of this last year I have had several students make artfully blase remarks how all of Europe's royal families are actually German. This murmur of royal boasting was amplified a few weeks ago when Chuck turned 60, it was all over the news and the Germans were all like, "they are actually German, what's the big deal?" Because Germany was such a disorganized mess up until... umm... 1946, Germany was a treasure trove of royal families who rose and descended in power and land, but always made a good marriage option for the houses of France, Germany, Spain and the UK. German houses like the Hannovers, Holsteins and the Saxe-Coburg-Gothas (later shortened to "Windsor") produced Queen Victoria and, thus, my beloved Chuck.
Since the German are incapable or irony, their boasts are totally legit. One student, Ute, actually said that without the mix of German blood all royal families would be "like this." She then proceeded to stick out her jaw and mime not being able to close her mouth.
Number 7: They have never had a problem with Carbs.
Sure, Germans have fad diets (mostly juice fasts and food combining) and women buy cellulite cream by the liter at the drugstore, but Germans have never demonized carbs. They love bread and embrace it in many forms, most notably the pretzel (Bretzle) and the many dense and delicious Kuchen (cakes). Bread here is consumed at every meal, and it's hearty, nutty, brownberry stuff. Bakeries of all stripes (chain and healthy independents) line every street. Thank God we have Dr. Oester, and not Dr Atkins.
Do you get my blog title?
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5 comments:
Oh you are so clever!
It's pretty lame that only mom and dad read your blog...
I so read your blog. love. it.
I read it too! And I thoroughly enjoyed your clever title too!
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