Friday, right after class, we loaded up with backpacks and our trusty terrier sidekick Paul and took off for a weekend at Oma's (Grandma's). Ginette's mother lives in a town called Brake near Hertford and Bielefeld. It's about a two hour drive north of here on a good day (more on that in a bit).
Brake is about as rural as it gets here I think. The population is probably somewhere from 3-5 thousand. I can never tell though. Unfortunately Germans don't put population signs up, and the people are squished into much smaller spaces than they are in the United States. A town here may have the area of a very small city but the population of a much larger one. Brake has quite a bit of farmland around it where they harvest corn, asparagus, beats, etc. But even farmland is way different. Some of these farmers have to try to squeeze a field into an area the size of a Nebraskan's back yard.
Oma's home is a very large, very old house. It was built in the 1800's and was once a bakery. Since then, they have renovated it into a home, but kept much of the original style. She now rents parts of it out. I put a few pictures on getjealous. It was really nice staying there for the weekend. We had a wood stove burning and bird feeders outside. I woke up before everyone on Sunday morning and sat with a cup of tea enjoying the quiet and watching the Nuthatches and Chickadees bicker amongst themselves for the bird seed. It reminded me of Sowbelly Canyon in Western Nebraska. Oma is a splendid cook, and it's just like visiting Grandma in America. You always eat too much, sleep better than you would at home, and are never ready to leave.
There are several things I learned throughout the weekend at Oma's:
1) How a two hour trip becomes much longer: Ginette's car is rather old and objects to hills. The minimum speed limit on the autobahn is 60km/h. At times we were going 50. Poor little Mitsubishi. This is one way to extend the length of a trip. Another is a 16km long traffic stand still. Ginette always gets off right away and drives around through towns on smaller highways until she sees an on-ramp that's not backed up. This saves more time than the cars still on the autobahn, but still lengthens the trip considerably.
2) If at all possible you should avoid making regular potty breaks at autobahn rest stops. Why? Because there's a 70 cent fee to use the bathrooms. My stall was even out of toilet paper. What a rip-off! They do give you a little 50 cent coupon to buy something, but they know that 80% of the people won't actually use it... they're sneaky alright! This was probably the most shocking experience I've had in Germany thus far.
3) How to efficiently peel a hot Kartoffel (potato) after it's been cooked. They don't eat baked potatoes here, they eat boiled potatoes. And they don't eat the skins. They boil them and then skin them afterwards.
4) Cutting your potato with your knife is an absolute NO NO! It's considered very rude in Germany. You may only use your fork to dissect your potato. It made me giggle when Kolja was scolded at the dinner table for this... nobody mentioned it when I did it the night before, but I'm glad I learned this with my family and not in a more formal situation.
5) Hedgehogs are abundant in Germany. And terriers love to hunt them. It's virtually impossible for a dog to catch a hedgehog before they roll up into their tight little balls. When they're rolled up they can't be harmed by the dog. Well, I've learned that Paul has supercanine powers. He is somehow able to catch hedgehogs before they roll up. He's obsessed with it too. Even when his mouth is bleeding from the spines, he will not let a hedgehog go. Oma loves hedgehogs and feeds them so they stay in her gardens. I think you all see where this is going. We had a bit of a dramatic incident as we were loading up to go home. Pouring water on Paul was the only way to get him to release the poor critter. But after the battle was said and done, the traumatized hedgehog was not mortally wounded, and Paul received absolutely no sympathy for his bloody gums. He was repeatedly called a "Dummkopf".
All in all it was a splendid weekend. Today I began my last week of German Class. We are officially speaking only German around the house now. I'm getting along pretty well, but require everyone to speak VERY slowly... and to be patient with the lag-time while my brain translates German to English (what I can translate that is), processes a response (consisting of very few words due to my meager German vocabulary), translates it to German, and tries to get my tongue to utter the foreign sounds. I'm sure I appear to be lacking intelligence when this sequence takes place, but they are all very understanding.
Wednesday will mark a whole month in Deutschland! It's baffling how quickly it's going.