Aftereffects of a trip to Europe

It's now a lot more fun to watch the Rome and Germany scenes from National Lampoon's European Vacation.

Home

After a wonderful (but long) trip on a huge Lufthansa jumbo jet, we arrive at LAX, where we are greeted by our next plane. This plane is anything but jumbo, holding just slightly over 8.3 passengers. And it is loud. Very loud.

If you look out the back of the plane while you are flying, you can see the red line being painted behind you, to show you whence you have come.

Determining the gender of geese

How can you figure out whether a goose is male or female? The male lifts its leg to pee, right? Well, maybe that only works for dogs.


This picture was taken in the city park in Düsseldorf, in case anyone wants to find this particular goose to know for certain its gender.

Fun with family, friends and neighbors

Michelle and I have had a couple of very nice evenings with Christian and Anna and their wonderful neighbors. Great food in large quantities, great beer, and some excellent homemade schnapps. At the start of the evening, I understood perhaps five percent of the German that was spoken around me. After drinking the schnapps, I could understand around twenty percent. Amazing stuff.

The warning label on the back of the homemade schnapps means something like: Please take regularly but in moderation. For risks and side effects, ask your doctor or pharmacist.


We also learned that, in Germany, you're never too young to tend the bar. This young lady knew how to coax the perfect glass of beer from the Biermaschine. She has a real gift.


Everyone has been very kind here and understanding about my woeful lack of skill with the German language. I've had a great time.

New calendar for 2009

And now, as part of the Catholicism Wow! campaign, a new calendar for 2009, featuring the twelve sexiest priests of Holy Rome.


This just seems wrong to me. I don't even want to know the target demographic.

Piazza di Santa Apollonia

There is a small square in our neighborhood called the Piazza di Santa Apollonia, named for Apollonia, an early Christian martyr from Alexandria in Egypt (died in 249 AD). Among other tortures, she had all of her teeth pulled out (without anesthetic). Because of this, she is now the patron saint of dentistry and those suffering from dental problems. We thought it would be appropriate to get a picture of Michelle here.


So if you hear Michelle mumbling under her breath, listen closely. You may hear, "Santa Apollonia, pray for me ..."

Unexpected hotel amenities

On our way to eat tonight, we noticed a quick advertisement for our hotel's Wellness Center and Spa. On the list of possibilities for our relaxation was one that was unexpected but welcome (highlighted below).


I immediately signed up for my cuddle, and agreed that Michelle would get her chance tomorrow. It's like a little island of home in an ocean of strangeness.

Sistine Chapel

As you wander through the maze that leads you to the Sistine Chapel, you are confronted with room after room filled with infamous sacred imagery; that is, more than famous. Most people know the work of Raphael, Michelangelo, and the other Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. But there are some sacred relics that are lesser known, yet still quite important, amidst the acres of better-known pope swag.

Imagine my surprise when I walked through an unassuming little door into The Pope Poncho Room.


Or when I discovered the sacred implement that the Holy Father turns to when he simply must have a slice of that New York Cheesecake: The Sacred Pie Knife of Santa Maria Callenderus.


And, when there is a nail sticking out in the Holy Bedchamber that must be made flush, there is only one tool for the job: The Holy Hammer of San Stanley Burrellus.

St. Peter's Basilica

Michelle and I visited St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City today. We wandered around taking in all the statues and reliefs until we reached overload. All of these works of art tell a story, and present a moral, from which we can learn and grow. One of these masterpieces that stuck with me is shown in the picture to follow. It shows a man, a skull, and a chubby wingéd child holding a miter. I struggled to understand the scene, until a kind man in a cleric's collar translated the Latin inscription for me:

Seest thou this skull? Upon them that toucheth my hat cometh swift vengeance. And take thou thy grubby hands off of my staff.

An exciting Roman game

Because soccer is just not enough, the people here in Rome have other games for locals (and visitors) to play. This is just one of them, called Get the Poop in the Chute. The way it works is this: Place your feet squarely on the convenient grips, squat, aim, and strain. If you do it right, you win clean shoes.


Other fun games include Find the Entrance to the Sistine Chapel and Now Find Your Way Out and Talk the Gypsies out of Taking Your Wallet.

We arrive in Rome

So, we have arrived in Rome, a trip that involved Michelle's first visit to a two star hotel (at the airport in Frankfurt, which was actually very nice), and her discovery of gelato, which she has found that she prefers to, well, everything else on earth. That may be an exaggeration, but only by a little. She told me that she would like to lay around in the hotel all day, and just go out for gelato. So the pictures that you see in the future on this site may be downloaded from the internet.


Here's a picture that Michelle took from one of the old Roman bridges that was built back in 200-something AD. We're looking northwest toward Vatican City.


By the way, apparently Tom Hanks is here in Rome now, filming the movie Angels and Demons. And since he's been banned from filming in any Rome churches, we at least know where he is not.

Overheard in the airport pub

In a pub in the Frankfurt-Hahn airport at dinner tonight, we sat near a table of Irishmen, mid-twenties to mid-thirties, who were drinking and talking about life. They said several quotable things, but all I can remember now is one. But before you read it, try to imagine the words in an Irish accent:

"That's the true measure of a woman: When she can push out a couple of kids and still look fine."

For the children

On our trip to Berlin, we stopped briefly in Potsdam, where we visited the Schloss Sanssouci, the former summer home of Frederick the Great, and current home of many naked statues. Ever the conscientious fathers, Christian and I do our part to protect the children of Potsdam and its many tourists.


Besides, what need do I have of marble goddesses, when I have my own real life goddess here with me?

Back from Berlin

So we're finally back from Berlin. We had a great time with Anna and Christian there, taking in all the sights. We were in a hotel with only one public terminal (that was very slow), so I didn't post anything while we were there. Also, we were very busy.

Anyway, I won't post much tonight, but here's Michelle and a piece of the Berlin wall near Checkpoint Charlie.


If I get a chance, I'll post more about our trip tomorrow. Maybe our hotel in Frankfurt will have an internet connection. We'll see.

Update: Marburg

Apparently, FC United won the match against the Marburg squad, 3-1. When looking on the bright side of life, some days are easier than others (although the next morning may still be quite painful). Thanks to commenter norman brightside for the update.

Michelle arrives

Well, not much to post today. Michelle got here this morning, and we have a month's worth of catching up to do. Have fun, everyone.

Marburg

So I haven't posted for a while. So here's a couple pictures that I took of my visit to Marburg, a German town with a short name that has no umlauts, which makes it a real jewel. Did some window shopping, spent some time looking at postcards in German, with Anna translating some of the more idiomatic phrases, and Christian wishing that we would just hurry up.

Here's a shot up one of the streets. In the picture, there is a group of drunk Englishmen, FC United fans, who all linked arms and sang "Always look on the bright side of life," which perhaps means that FC United lost.


Below is the Marburg mayor's house at the marketplace. We waited for the hour to elapse so that we could see the clock strike the hour with great fanfare.

Haircuts

Today was summer haircut day in the Siegel house, that time of year that thrills little boys' hearts everywhere. You can see the joy on their faces and in their bright eyes the ecstasy of anticipation swells until it could burst. Then the time for the haircut arrives: Oh the joy!


And then the rinse off with cold water. On the high pressure setting by request.


The new haircut. And can't you tell how pleased he is?

Emily (by request)

Apparently, there have been requests for a picture of Emily, since I didn't have a picture of her in my last post. She was napping when I had my camera out, so I didn't get a picture of her then.

So now, by special request, Emily:

At the Siegel house

Well, I made it to Christian and Anna's house in Kleingladenbach. They have a beautiful house in a beautiful area. It's very nice to be out of the city now for a change, despite all the fun I had there.

I've had a great time so far. I played soccer and read books with Jeremy, held Emily for a bit, went for a walk with Anna and Christian, the kids, and some neighbors, looked at some horses, dropped Jeremy off at a kindergarten event, played with Jason and Jack in the backyard, ate a lovely dinner, cleaned up after dinner, and then had a lovely after dinner chat with Christian and Anna, then Jeremy came home and showed us the 20 gold painted rocks that he had in his pockets, and then shortly after that we wrapped things up.

Some Icelandic breed of horses (with dual citizenship in Germany) that we saw on our walk:


Jeremy out in the grass on our walk.


Jason playing with Jack.


Jason wants to be thrown in the air again, so he's hanging onto my legs here.