Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Grüße aus...America!

Karl and I recently returned from spending three weeks on the other side of the Atlantic! We visited my famly in Houston and then his family in Salt Lake City and ate a lot of milkshakes, barbeque and Mexican food!

Thick Thick Thick Iceberg Milkshakes

I arrived in Texas on April 18, spending a week with my family before Karl arrived on April 24. While there I got to know the two new members of my family my nephew, Max, and my sister's fiance, Andrew.

Meet Max!

Max

Here he is trying out the Sock Monkey quilt I made for him:

Max tries out his new quilt

On April 28th my sister, Susan, married Andrew!

Andrew and Susan

I was a beautiful wedding and everything went wonderfully. We got to see a lot of my cousins and aunts and uncles who came to Houston for the occasion.

On May 1st, Karl and I flew out to Salt Lake City. We got to meet our newest neice, Claire, the daughter of Karl's brother, Elliot, and his wife, Sarah Beth.

Elliot, Claire and Sarah Beth

And, of course, we spent a lot of time hanging out with Karl's large family. I flew back home to Germany on May 7th, but Karl stayed for another week when all of his out-of-town siblings came to visit.

Here is Karl with his brothers and sisters:

Harwood Kids

He had a lot of fun with his siblings. One day he played with his sister's PhotoBooth program on her iMac with his brother Michael and his neice Allie:

Karl, Allie, and Mike

It was fun to be back in the States and see our family. It was also a little strange to see America after being in Germany for 7 months (man, Americans sure drive really big cars!). But we were both very happy to get back to Germany. Our trip reminded us how much we love it here. On my first day back, I looked out our window and saw this beautiful view of the Black Forest, and I felt like the luckiest girl alive!

Black Forest

See even more photos of our trip here.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

The Continuing Adventures of Heather and Sarah...in Paris!

Between April 7th and 14th, Sarah and I were in Paris, France! This was, of course, Sarah's first trip there. I had spent a quick three days in Paris back in 2002 after I finished my study abroad in Cambridge, England. At that time I had actually only been interested in going to Paris to make my pilgrimage to see the Louvre. I really wasn't interested in the Eiffel tower, or all the romantic sights of the city. I was surprised to find that I quickly fell for Paris. It was a surprising beautiful city that you can only really take in if you have at least 5 months. So I was thrilled to go back again!

The most surprising thing that I learned about Paris on my first short trip was that it was exactly as romantic and beautiful as you always imagined it might be even though you suspect it really wouldn't be so romantic and beautiful. On this second, longer visit, I still found that to be true. So here are my impressions on the romantic and beautiful Paris!

Museums

Orsay Museum

Paris has some of the most amazing art museums in the world. And as an art historian, this was one of my favorite parts of visiting Paris! I think the French revere their artists in a way that no other country really does. When my sister came back from France where she served as a missionary for our church, she brought back some French francs for me: on one was printed the image of my favorite music composer, Claude Debussy, and on the other the author of one of my favorite books, Antonie St. Exupery, author of The Little Prince. They put their artists on their money (that is, before the switch to Euros)! Americans tend to revere our political foundations as our models for being a good American. The French revere their artists! I think that says a lot about how the French view their lives.

Of course we visited the Louvre. This is the largest art collection I've ever seen. It's one of the largest art museums in the world. It is housed in a former palace in the center of Paris. And they literally have the Best of Everything! Walking through the Louvre is like getting to step into the most selective and comprehensive art history book. Just one work of art from any random gallery would become the focal point of any envious art collection in the world. Just one gallery could be a world-class art collection in itself. And this palace has gallery upon gallery upon gallery of masterpieces! We spend two whole mornings at the Louvre and barely scratched the surface looking at Egyptian art, Greek and Roman sculptures (including the Venus di Milo), Italian Renaissance masters (including, of course, the Mona Lisa), large-scale 18th century French paintings, the former palace apartments of Napoleon Bonaparte III, and so much more! It was just as stunning and overwhelming the second time as it was the first.

Paris' second most popular art museum is the Musee d'Orsay. This museum has a collection of French art from the mid-19th century to the first few decades of the 20th century. Its popularity comes largely from its Impressionist galleries on the upper levels. But Sarah and I concentrated on its other galleries that were both more interesting to us and less crowded. We saw some of the great Realist works of Courbet, the fascinating and ground-breaking paintings of Manet who paved the way for the Impressionists, and some incredible sculptures and Art Neauvou rooms and furniture. The building itself was just as wonderful to look at. The museum is located in an old 19th century train station. You still get the sense from the great hall of the station including a huge clock and an opulent restaurant of the traveling elite of Paris.

We also visited the Rodin Museum. Towards the end of his life, Auguste Rodin, the great 19th century sculptor and the most inventive sculptor since Michelangelo, purchased an old mansion in the center of Paris to live out the end of his days, intending for the home and gardens to become a museum of his art after his death. Which is exactly what happened. We spend some time strolling through the gardens and the galleries of the old house. The museum houses only the works of Rodin and some works from his personal art collection (a few 19th century masters and ancient Greek sculptures). The only other artist he allowed to be represented in this museum is the work of Camille Claudel. She had been his pupil, then his model, then his assistant, then his mistress, then his jilted and bitter lover. She spent the end of her life angry and suspicious of him in an insane asylum. But she had created wonderful sculptures! In fact, some of her art can be easily interpreted as representing their troubled relationship. Rodin seemed to always have some strong guilt over how he treated he as well as respect for her work. So, in order to help her career and her legacy, he insisted that her work be shown in his museum.

After our visit to the Rodin museum, Sarah was exhausted, so she went back to our hotel while I went up to an exhibition of photographs of Atget on the other side of the Seine.

Look at some photos of these museums here.

Cafes

Cafe Champ de Mars

I never stopped to eat in a Parisian cafe on my first trip to Paris, so eating almost daily at a cafe was a delight! And a must! It was the loveliest thing to sit outside at a little table, watching Paris stroll by, and eating simple but such delicious food. All of life seemed to slow down and the simple act of eating became one of the delights of the day. I began to realize that one of the things that make Paris such a beautiful city is that they see the simplest and most mundane parts of life as not only something worthwhile, but something of beauty. All the details of Paris were beautiful: from the door on a house, to a display of macaroons in a shop window, to a salad at a cafe.

See photos of cafes and cafe food here.

Shopping

Paris Shopping

Paris must be a wonderful place to shop, because it was a wonderful place to window shop! Unfortunately our week's budget didn't allow us to indulge in some Parisian houtre couture, but it was plenty satisfying to walk by the many boutiques of Paris! Everyday we would walk from our hotel straight up the Rue Bonaparte to the Seine and we passed wonderful fashion boutiques, chocolate shops, art galleries, and print shops along the way. A few times during the week we wandered down side streets just to gaze through the windows. The fashions and antiques were beautiful enough, but the window displays themselves got plenty of gasps from us. We kept trying to define what it was about the Parisian clothing that made them so beautiful and desirable. We finally decided that it was their simplicity. Once again, Parisians displayed their talent for making the simple, Beautiful!

See some of these Paris shops here.

Churches

Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris

Paris has many beautiful and famous churches to visit. Unfortunately, we couldn't see them all, but we saw some incredible ones. Of course, we visited Notre Dame which was stunning! We stood in line outside the cathedral for nearly an hour and were finally let in to walk up the narrow step through one of the bell towers to see Paris from a gargoyle's point of view. We stood high above Paris between Notre Dame's two bell towers and it's gargoyles for a while before being let up to see the great bell of Notre Dame itself and then up to the roof of the bell tower. The interior of the church was no less stunning with amazing stained glass window and chapel niches with altarpieces from various centuries.

We also visited the St. Sulpice church. (This is apparently sometimes called the Da Vinci Church because part of “The Da Vinci Code” takes place in this church.) It's a beautiful, Neo-classical church. We enjoyed the stroll through the church, looking at the different chapel niches and the beautiful main altar.

One afternoon we climbed the hill of Montmarte to see Sacre Coure (church of the Sacred Heart). It was a holiday for the French and the crowds were as suffocating as the heavy air of the church. We walked, or rather were pushed along with the crowd, through the church which we both found more beautiful on the outside than the inside. The air was heavy with incense and the drones of organ music. We were glad to make it back outside to at least enjoy the panoramic view of Paris.

See photos of these churches here.

Paris Opera House

Paris Opera House--Garnier

This was an unexpected treat. During my first trip to Paris, my hotel was within walking distance to the Paris Opera House so I had seen the beautiful exterior of the building, but I had never entered. This trip, I insisted that Sarah and I see the inside, because I had heard it was beautiful. As it turned out, beautiful was an understatement: it was Stunning! Gorgeous! Breathtaking!

The original Paris Opera House (where Degas painted many of his ballerinas) burned down in the mid-19th century. This one was finished in 1875. The public is allowed to explore the foyer and the library and catch a peak into the theater itself with its ceiling mural decorated by Marc Chagall during the daytime. Walking around this building, dripping with gold and more details than the human eye could possibly take in at once, you definitely get the sense that attendance to the Opera or Ballet in this building was an elite, social event. This was not necessarily a place to view a performance, but rather a place where the society in attendance, viewed each other: a place to be seen. It also becomes clear why the city decided to build a second Opera House in the 1980s for the people, with less of an elitist feel to its design. The Opera House we visited, known as the Opera Garnier, is now only home to the Ballet.

Try to get a sense of its beauty here.

Luxembourg Garden

Luxembourg Gardens, Paris

The front door to our hotel was directly across the street from the entrance to this beautiful park, the Jardin du Luxembourg (Luxembourg Garden). The garden and the palace within it were originally built in the 17th century for Marie de Medici. Now the palace houses the French senate and the gardens are for the public. The park is huge and I spent our first full day in Paris wandering through its beauty. I was amazed at how much there was going on: there was a playground for children, a puppet theater, pony rides for children, tricycle races for children, an enclosed toddler play area, several Tai Chi and other martial arts classes, bocce ball, chess, toy sail boat rental near the pond, a cafe, beehives, designated areas for jogging and dog walking and only two strips of grass to sit on (otherwise, no walking on the grass!). Steel lawn chairs were everywhere and people could pull up a chair in the shade or in the sun and near the pond and read, talk, people watch, or doze. Statues were everywhere of animals, famous Frenchmen, Greek gods, and around the central pond area one statue after another of past French queens, and beautiful flowers everywhere! We spent a lot of time there. Every day we'd either take a stroll to unwind, or cut through the garden on our way to the center of Paris. I could have spent my entire week inside the walls of this garden and went home a happy woman.

See this beautiful garden here.

Eiffel Tower and Arch de Triomphe

Eiffel Tower

Of course, a trip to Paris would be incomplete without visiting these two icons of Paris: the Eiffel Tower and the Arch de Triomphe.

The Eiffel Tower was lovely! Sarah and I decided that this tower is well deserving of being a symbol for Paris itself: it is pure beautiful with no real useful purpose whatsoever. Paris, I think, is about enjoying life in all its simplicity and beauty. Everything we had been doing in Paris had to do with food, art, religion, nature...these are things that don't put food on the table or money in your pocket; they don't serve a purpose other than to feel your soul. And Paris is a place that feeds the soul! The Eiffel Tower was engineered to impress, not to perform a task. It rises so gracefully up out of the Paris landscape that you want to rise with it! So we did! We walked up the first to levels of the tower (at 200 and 400 feet) then took the elevator up the very top (900 feet). The view from every point was beautiful!

You can also climb to the top of the Arch de Triomphe but we opted not to...we had already seen Paris from so many high vantage points...plus, we long line wasn't appealing. But we did get up close and walked around the surprisingly huge arc--the largest triumphal arc in the world, in fact--built by Napoleon.

Look at my photos here.

Americans in Paris

Hotel Balcony, Paris

After living in Germany for the past six months, the thing about Paris that struck me immediately was the number of Americans in Paris! I think I heard more American English spoken in my first 24 hours in Paris than in all the previous six months in Germany. Why are there so many Americans in Paris? It certainly seems to be one of those European destinations that you just don't feel like you've experience Europe without. The French, especially the Parisians, have a way of enjoying the simple things in life that Americans seem to rush through. For me, Paris reminds you that the details of living are worthwhile. And I think, Europe as a whole, at least the parts of Europe I've experienced, can teach that to us Americans.

See a few more photos here.

Please take a look at Sarah's own blog entries on her point of view of Paris and Germany...her blog is here, click on Archive at the left, than start reading at March 30th. (Her May 15th entry also has a little film she made about our Paris trip.) I think its well-worth reading about her first impressions of Europe!

Monday, April 16, 2007

The Adventures of Heather and Sarah in Germany

This is Heather.

Heather in Speyer, Germany

She has a good friend named Sarah. This is Sarah.

Sarah in Speyer, Germany

Sarah and Heather have known each other a long time. They use to live a few blocks from each other, but now Sarah lives in Utah and Heather lives in Germany. But on April 2nd, Sarah came to visit Heather! It was Sarah's first time to come to Germany. In fact, it was Sarah's first time to leave the US!

Sarah was suppose to arrive on April 1st, but she got bumped from her plane and couldn't arrive until the next day. So they wasted no time seeing Germany!

On the way home from the airport they stopped at the city of Speyer to see a thousand year old Romanesque cathedral and quaint streets. And Sarah ate her first dönner! "I can't believe I'm in Germany!" said Sarah.

Sarah eating a doenner in Speyer

Then they stopped in the city of Karlsruhe and walked around the gardens of the palace. "Wow!" said Sarah, "This is just somethin'!"

Karlsruhe Palace

Heather and Sarah finished the day by walking around Bühl and then going home for a dinner of Abendbrot. But Sarah was very tired and went to bed early to get rested for the next day of adventure!

On the next day of adventure, Sarah and Heather got in the car and drove 2 1/2 hours through the beautiful Rhine landscape to the Mosel River to see Burg Eltz. Sarah was impressed: "This is just somethin'!"

Sarah at Burg Eltz Burg Eltz Courtyard

Then they saw Burg Thurant. Sarah and Heather enjoyed wandering through the castle on their own and imaginine what it may be like to be thrown down in the dungeon and left for dead.

Burg Thurant Burg Thurant

They were hungry and tired when they got home so they walked down the street with Heather's husband, Karl, to the Biergarten in their little village of Oberweier for Schnitzel. Sarah liked the hearty German meal and the cozy German Biergarten!

Sarah in the Biergarten

But jet lag and having her three children so far away were a little overwhelming for Sarah. So the next day Heather and Sarah stayed at home resting, watching movies and listening to the chickens outside the balcony.

The following day they were ready for more adventures! So they explored the nearby resort city of Baden-Baden. It was a beautiful city but didn't quite fit Sarah. So, that evening, Heather took Sarah to the Black Forest.

Sarah in Baden-Baden Baden-Baden, Germany

They explored the ruined castle of Windeck so that Sarah could see up close what she had been admiring from her bedroom window all week. Then they drove through the forest itself, admiring the beautiful views. The Forest fit Sarah much better...she felt quite at home!

Sarah at Burg Windeck Bühl Valley from Windeck

Before Sarah came to Europe, she found out that a lot of her anscestors came from Germany! They moved from beautiful, forested, hilly parts of the Black Forest, the Neckar region, Alsace, and Basel to beautiful, forested, hilly parts of Pennsylvania, Prince Edward Island, and Indiana. Sarah was anxious to see where her family had begun. So Heather and Sarah drove up to the Neckar river to visit some of the towns her family originated from.

They explored the small but quaint towns of Neckargemund, Bummeltal and Wiesenbach and then the large, beautiful city of Heidelberg.

Sarah in Neckargemünd, Germany

Heidelberg was covered with tourists, but Heather and Sarah was able to see past all the souviner booths to the beautiful, ancient city underneath. Sarah was so proud that her family came from such a beautiful place, "This is just somethin'!"

The Castle Above Heidelberg Heiliggeistkirche, Heidelberg

When the souviner booths got too distracting, they hid out in a beautiful museum about that region of Germany. There were wonderful works of art, Roman ruins and mideval skeletons. The museum was so lovely, they wished they could have stayed all day. But Heather and Sarah needed to get home and pack...beacause they were headed for Paris, France the very next day!

Kurpfaelzisches Museum, Heidelberg

(See all their photos from Germany here.)

Friday, March 30, 2007

Fasching!

Bühlertal Fasching Parade

Karl and I have recently finished experiencing Fasching...or Fasnacht as it's also called in Germany...or Carnival as it's called in some countries...or Mardi Gras as it's called in New Orleans. You can click here to read all about the holiday and how it's celebrated in many different countries...but basically, it's a Catholic holiday. It begins here in Germany on November 11th at 11:11 am and lasts until Ash Wednesday. Most of the festivities, however, happen in the month before Ash Wednesday. It's a way for people to let loose, ignore the rules, become a fool, and criticize bureaucracy in a fun and harmless way.

Karl and I had heard about Fasching when we were in Berlin but didn't see any evidence of it. Now that we're in the Black Forest of Germany we've learned that the season is only heavily celebrated in far western Germany in the Rhine river and Black Forest regions.

One Saturday, January 20th, Karl and I went to visit Esslingen, the city where he spent his study abroad in 2005. Just a few days before, my German instructor had talked to me about how Fasching was traditionally celebrated in Germany. So as we were sitting in a little pub eating lunch and some men entered to have some drinks at the bar, I immediately recognized their strange costumes as Fasching costumes. There are German Fasching societies or clubs that work throughout the year on making expensive costumes and very expensive hand-carved wooden masks just for this time of year. During Fasching they participate in a lot of parades and celebrations and drink a lot. After lunch, we quickly found the large central square where a Fasching celebration was getting ready to begin.

Esslingen Fasching

The celebration was for the traditional (and symbolic) kicking out the mayor and letting the fools take over the city. There was a band and several Fasching groups, each with their own unique costumes, and the king and queen of the fools arrived. The mayor made a comic appearance dressed up as a female nurse to "save" another man dressed as an old woman and after their comical play, the king and queen of the fools arrived on the balcony of city hall and announced their new "laws." All of this contains a lot of inside jokes based on political and other events from the past year. And throughout, every time one of the "fools" -- or "narr" as they are called in German -- yells the word "Narri!" (pronounced nah-ree) the crowd yells back "Narro!" (pronouned nah-roo). It was all very fun!

Take a look at the Esslingen photos here.

Bühlertal Fasching Parade

On Monday, February 19th, I was invited to attend the Bühlertal Fastnacht parade by some friends of ours. It's apparently a well-known parade and very traditional. And it was very fun! Besides all the cries of "Narri!" and "Narro!", their were bands, and Fasching societies with all kinds of costumes. I loved seeing the variety of costumes. And most of the crowd was costumed in some way (I was even convinced to wear fuzzy pink antennas by my friends), especially the children. When Fasching, or Fastnacht, was explained to me in Berlin by fellow Americans, I was told it was like the German version of Halloween. Actually, it's not a very good comparison at all...but at this parade, I saw why it might be explained that way. All the costumed children also bring empty bags with them. And throughout the parade, all the costumed fools give candy to the kids. And these kids made out pretty well!

Bühlertal Fasching Parade

Besides giving candy to the kids, some groups were giving "candy" to the adults, too...little cups of wine (we do live in wine-country, remember). And when they weren't giving out wine and candy they were playing tricks on the crowd...stealing hats, stuffing confetti down people's shirts, and kidnapping young pretty girls and tying their legs together or dragging them along in a wagon or stealing their shoelaces. And there was a lot...A LOT... of confetti! I am still, a month later, finding it places. (As you look at my photos from the parade, you'll notice the ground becoming whiter and whiter...that's the confetti!). I personally got confetti stuffed down the back of my shirt and one of my friends got his hat stolen three times, having to chase after the fool who took it each time. It really was fun!

See all my Bühlertal photos here.

Basel Fasnacht Morgestraich Parade

But the neatest event I attend was actually in Switzerland. My German instructor had told me that there was a famous parade called the Morgestraich in Basel, Switzerland, which is just over the German border, about an hour and 20 minutes away from our home. The parade took place on Monday, February 26th, and I decided to go. But it wasn't an easy decision...'cause here's the thing: the parade starts at 4:00 am. Yes, A.M! Why 4 am? Because the Basel Fasnacht celebration begins at 4 am Monday morning and ends at 4 am Thursday morning and because darkness is an important part of this parade. I had learned that it was a parade of handmade lanterns and pipe music. So on Sunday afternoon I went to bed at 5 pm and woke up at 11 pm. I showered, had breakfast, and left home at 1 am. I crossed the Swiss border a little after 2 am. I found a parking spot, took a tram to the city center and found a place in the market square to stand and wait for the parade by 3 am. And by 3 am there was already a large crowd. The street lights were on, there was a drizzle of rain, which thankfully stopped a little while before the parade started, and we all stood around in the early morning wet cold and I wondered why I had decided to do this. And then the parade started...and I was sooo glad I decided to do this!

At 4 am the town hall clock in the square where I was struck 4 am. And at exactly the ring of the 4th bell, all the city lights went out! And then, a moment later, the pipe and drum music started up! It was a stunning beginning to the most unique parade I had ever seen! To get a sense of what this all sounded like, click here, then click on "Calendar" on the menu at the left, and as the site takes you to that page, you'll hear the town hall bells strike 4, the lights going out (all the oohhhs and aahhhs from the crowd) and then the pipe and drums starting up!

Basel Fasnacht Morgestraich Parade

The parade was made up of different Fastnacht groups, or cliques as the Swiss call them, marching down the streets with their lanterns, drums and pipes. The lanterns were huge and pulled on carts by two to four people. These large lanterns were hand painted with different satirical messages, mostly based on different local political and other events. They were amazing! Following the large lanterns are costumed people along with a group of costumed piccolo players (a small, high-pitched flute) and they are followed by a group of costumed drum players. They are all wearing small lanterns on the tops of their heads. And some are even carrying lanterns on the ends of tall sticks. And that's it. No bands, no candy, no confetti, no waving or any kind of interaction with the crowd. Just pipes, drums and lanterns and all in the dark. Not only are all the street lights out, but all the homes and business in the area are asked to turn out their lights, too, so that the only light is coming from the colorful lanterns. So as these cliques slowly march past, you can just see their strange masks coming out of the darkness and all you can hear is the pipe and drum music which sounds almost creepy in the darkness.

After about 45 minutes, the parade seemed to be ending. Suddenly, there were no more cliques marching by. But soon, I realized, that the parade wasn't ending, it was changing. The parade was breaking up: all the cliques were separating from the main street and were turning off onto different side streets. There seemed to be no more parade route...it was a free for all! And the crowd started breaking up, too. All the people started rushing off onto different streets to watch the cliques, moving from street to street, and even falling in behind the cliques themselves, becoming part of the parade. So I got in on all the fun! Dashing around the streets, watching the different lanterns go by or following cliques for a while than following another, some moving down crowded streets, others turning off into narrow alleys with hardly any people. I've never seen a parade like it! Every once in a while a clique would stop to take a break and pull their large lantern over to the side of the streets, take off thier masks, and warm up with some coffee or small amounts of liquor. Then the crowds could get a closer look at the amazing lanterns. As I mentioned, they were all satirical and most had some writing on them, but they were all written in the local Basel dialect, so I couldn't always understand what they said, but often the pictures said enough! I was amazed how smoothly this seemingly chaotic parade went. Often cliques would cross each other's paths and every time, one clique would patiently wait until it was their turn to go, as if there were invisable traffic lights. Or people would repeatedly and respectively get out of the way of oncoming cliques. Everyone was very respectful of this parade and it's chaotic nature!

Basel Fasnacht Morgestraich Parade

It went on like this until sunrise. As it became lighter, a lot of the magic of the parade disappeared. The darkness was definitely important. More and more of the cliques stopped for good and more and more of the crowds dispersed into the cafes and shops starting to open. I took a few more photos so that all of you could get a better sense of what the costumes looked like, but soon I felt the need to go, too. At about 7:45 am I made my way back to the car. Very tired, but very exhilarated. I contemplated how amazing it was that this society had created a way that, for hundreds of years, they had been able to harmlessly shrug off the burden of rules and criticize what they felt was wrong in their society without repercussions, before going back to daily life, feeling better after having a little fun and getting some things off their collective chest. I can't wait for next year!

Please take a look at the Basel photos here.

And I took some short (very short) videos with my digital camera that you can view here, here and here.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Grüße aus...München! (Part II)

On our second full day in Munich, Tuesday, February 13, Karl and I decided to visit Bavaria Films! This was a film studio located just outside the city. It is actually not only the largest film studios in Germany but the largest film studio in Europe and is the location for the filming of such films as "Carabet", "Das Boot", "Enemy Mine", "The Never Ending Story", and the recent "Perfume: The Story of a Murderer". It is also the location of the production of several German television shows...including my secret embarassing indulgence, the soap opera "Sturm der Liebe" ("Storm of Love"). (And yes, I did keep my eye out for any of my favorite "Sturm der Liebe" stars and no, I didn't see any.)

We took a tour through the studio that included all kinds of fun and games...

A photo op:

Heather with King Kong at Bavaria Films, Munich

A stop on the streets of Berlin...or rather a set that was originally built for a film about Berlin in the 1930s:

On the streets of Berlin...movie set

And we got to make a little movie! Three tourists were chosen as actors and our tour guide filmed different scenes based on this recent German film (it looks totally stupid and I do not recommend it):

Making a movie at Bavarian Films, Munich

We walked through part of an old set from "Enemy Mine" (the set was used for a shot of a space station):

Enemy Mine space station film set

My personal favoarite was visiting the set of one of my favorite German movies, "Das Boot":

Heather and the engines of Das Boot

But I think Karl most like riding the dragon/dog from "Neverending Story":

Karl in the Neverending Story

We had a lot of fun! But no time to go into more detail about the tour..."Sturm der Liebe" is about to start...

(Look at all of our pictures from our couple of days in Munich here including photos of some beautiful churches.)

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Grüße aus...München! (Part I)

Karl needed to go to Munich on Monday, February 11th, for work so I decided to go with him since I have never seen Munich. He decided to take Tuesday off work so that we could spend an extra day in Munich together.

We took the train in on Sunday afternoon and Karl showed me around the city center. He had taken a couple of trips to Munich while he was on his study abroad in Esslingen. We went into a few beautiful churches and had a late lunch at a very Bavarian and (a little touristy) restaurant in the city center. The city center was very beautiful...if very restored. Unfortunately a huge part of Munich was destroyed (like many German cities) in World War II. And many buildings were, thankfully, if obviously, restored.

The next day, Monday, as Karl was busy with his work thing, I went into the city center and took a Munich City Walk tour. The tour I chose was their Third Reich tour. For 2 1/2 hours we were shown Munich through Hitler's eyes...it was fascinating!

Adolf Hitler was first introduced to the German Worker's Party as a spy. He attended a meeting of this minor political party when he assigned to investigate it as a police spy. The meeting took place in this building (which is now a bed store):

Munich

Hitler was personally impressed with the party's ideas. Before long was was not only a party member but became head of their propaganda. And before much longer, Hitler changed the title of the part to the National Socialist German Worker's Party in 1921 and announced the formation of this new party as its leader in this room:

Hofbraeuhaus, Munich

This is the upper hall of Munich's most famous beer hall: the Hofbräuhaus. In this room, standing, not on the stage or at a podium, but on the floor in the center of the room, he announced this new party and its goals and ideals. (Unfortunately, we were not allowed to enter the room, so the only photo I was able to take was through its glass doors with its strange reflections.)

As we continued our walk through Munich, we passed its beautiful opera house:

Munich Opera House

Hitler loved the opera. Particularly the operas of Wagner, whose operas were about the great German legends. Our tour guide told us an interesting anecdote illustrating both his love for opera and his lack of friendship skills. One long night during a Wagner opera, some party friends of Hitler fell asleep during the performance. He was so offended by this that he had these men attend the opera again the next night and made them stand up during the entire 4 hour performance. No wonder Hitler's favorite architect would say "If Hitler had a friend, I was the closest thing to it."

We passed by the Feldherrnhalle...

Feldherrnhalle, Munich

...and stopped on the left side of it which had once been a Nazi cult sight. In 1923 Hitler decided it was time to overthrow the Bavarian government preparatory for his overthrow of Germany's capital, Berlin. However, this Beer Hall Putsch didn't go very smoothly. As the party marched from the beer hall to the Bavarian War Ministry, the police barricaded the street next to the Feldherrnhalle at exactly this point...

Feldherrnhalle, Munich

...and several party members were killed. After Hitler's rise to power this point, where men had given their lives for the party, became a memorial. And everyone who walked past it had to salute the memorial. Those people who preferred to practice a passive-aggressive protest, walked instead through an alley behind the Feldherrnhalle to avoid having to make the salute. This alley...

Dodger's Alley, Munich

...thus became nicknamed Dodger's Alley and is today marked with gold-colored stones.

Next we walked to the Bavarian government building--also heavily destroyed, hence the newer glass additions. (The front facade, however, is still original, including the scars of WWII ammunition in the columns.) The rectangular stone form standing directly in front of the building is a memorial to fallen Bavarian soldiers in both the World Wars.

Bavarian Government Building, Munich Memorial to fallen Bavarian soldiers, Munich

Also in front of the building is this simple memorial to German Dissenters. Quotes from dissenters are etched in the granite. At this point our tour guide, Sebastian, talked about the Germans who resisted the Nazi party. This granite memorial had a quote from the White Rose group who wrote leaflets calling for active opposition to the party. But Sebastian went into detail on one of his personal heroes, Georg Elser.

Memorial to German Dissenters, Munich

Just behind and around the corner from the Bavarian government building was an illustration of Nazi architecture: the Haus der Kunst.

Haus der Kunst, Munich

This Nazi-built art museum housed a great exhibition of Nazi art in 1937, called the Great German Art Exhibition, during which, behind us in a nearby building, the exhibition of Degenerate Art took place. This was an exhibition of modern, German Expressionist art that was banned by the Nazi Regime. Their intention for this exhibition was to ridicule the art...however the Degenerate Art exhibition had three and a half times more visitors than the Great German Art Exhibition. Because the art was slated to be burned after the exhibition, people came because they knew it would be their last chance to see this great and important art being made in Germany. The artists included in the exhibition were declared enemies of the state. Luckily, most of the art was sold to museums in other nations when the Nazis realized how much money they could get for it.

Our final stop was at the center of the Nazi Party administration which is off of Königsplatz, the location of Hitler's great book burning in 1933.

Königsplatz, Munich

This group of over 50 buildings once covered this area of Munich. Many of the buildings were destroyed after the war, including the building known as the Brown House in which Hitler's deputy and staff worked:

Foundation of the Brown House, Munich

The foundations of the building have been uncovered, and a new information center on the Nazi Regime is currently being built on the location.

Two Temples of Honor were also destroyed, with only their bases remaining:

Base for a Temple of Honor

Remember the party members that died near the Fernherrnhalle during the Beer hall Putsch? Eventually, Hitler had their bodies entombed in these temples that were kept under guard and became Nazi cult sites.

But not all the party buildings were destroyed. Just beyond the base of the Temple of Honor above, you can see the former Nazi Party Administration building. After the war, this building housed the committee recovering Nazi looted art. It now holds an art history and graphic institute.

Graphische Sammlung, Munich

Note all the damage on the building from the war.

Staatliche Hochschule fuer Musik, Munich

The building above is now a music school but was once the Führer building. And this is where we ended our tour: on the steps looking over at the room that was once Hitler's Munich office, where musicians were now holding a rehearsal.

Staatliche Hochschule fuer Musik, Munich

I found this tour very fascinating. One of the most interesting aspects of it is that our young tour guide, Sebastian, was himself a German. He even mentioned that his grandfather had been in Hitler's bunker at the end of the war and even saw Hitler's body after he had committed suicide. I have rarely heard this dark period in Germany's history spoken about by Germans. And usually the stories I have heard about the war from Germans were about some of the horrible things they had to go through immediately after the end of the war. But I can't believe it is a period of history that Germans don't at least think about. It seems that the the anti-Nazi propaganda the Allies began immediately after the war is still in place: Holocaust memorials can be frequently found and World War II documentaries are almost constantly on TV here. But I think it is slowly becoming a subject that the upcoming generations are more willing to discuss...for instance, more and more German-made holocaust films are being made. One of which inspired me to seek out a certain location in Munich after my tour...

The White Rose was an organization of five students and a professor at the University of Munich. They secretly published and distributed leaflets calling for active opposition to the Nazi regime. On February 18, 1943, the students brought a briefcase of leaflets to the university. Hans and Sophie Scholl (they were brother and sister) left stacks of leaflets in the empty hallways for students to find when classes let out. On a whim, Sophie took one last stack and flung it into the air over the atrium. A custodian witnessed this last act and notified the police. The siblings were arrested along with fellow member, Gustaph Propst, and were quickly tried and executed. The other members of the White Rose were also eventually executed. A wonderful film called Sophie Scholl: The Final Days depicts this event.

So off I went to the university building where the Sophie Scholl had thrown her leaflets:

University of Munich

Univeristy of Munich atrium

Just off of the atrium is a little museum about the White Rose. On the wall of the atrium is a memorial to the White Rose. And in front of the building, on the ground, and made to appear as leaflets, is a monument to the White Rose.

Monument to the White Rose, Munich

I really had a fascinating day exploring Munich's darker side. But the next day, Karl and I discovered a completely different side of Munich! But I'll get to that a little later....