Time can say nothing but I told you so

    Readers dear, I apologize very much for letting practically all of May slip by without updating you on my life. Suffice to say that much of May was, for personal reasons, a month I'd rather not dwell on, and to that effect, I'll save you from an exhaustive recounting of the almost-month (ouch) I haven't updated and give a brief picture summary (of the good parts) instead.

    There was some fun in May. Ready, get set, photos:

    Another trip to Vienna (this time for SIX days) to spend some last time with Andrea before she headed back to the States:

Deliciousest lunch ever

    My twenty-third birthday:

I saved my cards in the mail to open on my birthday so it'd be more fun. Then my very sweet host family took me out to lunch at a cute little Italian place where we consumed a terrifying amount of food (we're talking three courses + dessert  + wine. Oink!).

My host family at my birthday lunch

   A birthday trip to an FC Bayern match (awesomest birthday present ever from Leigh!):

Note #22 for a laugh

Victors! (Obviously)

Bayern bear!

   Radlnacht:

Super cool night when the city center is closed to cars and people can bike a 12-km loop through the city (including through the tunnels!) Watch this cool YouTube video of this very night! Maybe you'll even see me!:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0kuTcw-LU8. I also, for the first time, rode my bike all the way into the city center (about 13 km). It was actually a really nice ride! Munich is an incredibly bike-friendly city.

Coolest bike ever 

Bikers, bikers everywhere! 

Riding past the Bavaria statue 

 Some lovely English Gardens weather:

Germans are the best at everything. Including relaxing. 

Liquid lunchers at the Chinesischer Turm beer garden

And some generally beautiful German days:

Frauenkirche and Rathaus from Marienhof

Opera house 

Theatinerkirche

And with that jaunt taken care of, we can skip ahead to June.  My family is yet again on vacation (something else you missed in my hurried sprint through May), so I have a whopping ten days with the house to myself. I'm currently on Day 4. I've done a whole lot of productive things like do a puzzle, watch a lot of TV, and make a lot of fruit smoothies. It's just as well things are quiet though, as my choir is recording a CD this weekend, so I'm conserving my energy for that (as well as the almost daily rehearsals leading up to it. Ugh).

    Speaking of my choir, I will never again complain about sopranos. Seriously. Give me sopranos any day. This alto in my choir is, hands down, the bitchiest (yes, I went there) choral singer (she's in the running for bitchiest person, really) I have ever worked with. She stormed out of last week's rehearsal in a rage when she didn't get to sing an antiphon, saying she'd never be back, so we'll see what this week brings. I'd happily never see her again, though that would be bad news for our Alto II section, so I guess the altruist in me should be rooting for her to get over it. I guess. 

   Saturday night was a random trip to the opera! Going with a friend much wiser to the ways of the world than I, we headed to the opera house 45 minutes before curtain without even having tickets, and by the time the house opened, we had purchased two tickets from kindly older ladies out on the front steps who had extras. Standing room, yes, but the friendly standing room type where there's a lovely little velvet bench behind you, and you can even see the whole stage! The production was Rossini's La Cenerentola (the Italian Cinderella story), and Cenerentola was sung by none other than the incredible Joyce DiDonato, which I had no idea was going to be happening until getting there. The performance was completely wonderful, and we topped off the night by a trip to La Baracca, a cool little Italian place where all the ordering is done via iPad. Oh, the twenty-first century. 

   Today I headed down to the small town of Schliersee to visit Leigh, who's stranded down there the entirety of the Schulferien (school vacation). (Again with these Catholic holidays! Bavarian schools give two weeks off for Pentecost!) Leigh, Paulo (the opera friend), and I spent the day moseying around the little town and lake, having a delicious Bavarian lunch, and some ice cream for dessert. 

Schliersee

   And now here I am, updating my blog, listening to KUSC, and drinking a banana-blueberry smoothie.

   A brief foray into some personal matters. Feel free to skip, for those more interested in pictures. 

   Not to delve too deeply, but for those who are aware of circumstances, I will say that the last two-and-a-half weeks have been...well, really tough.  For the first time, 6,000 miles away from home, I'm here alone. And it's scary. And really, really lonely.  I lost the support system that got me through my bad days, and now...I'm not sure what I have anymore. I'm not sure what I'm going home to, what I have to look forward to, and on the other side of the coin, I'm not sure what I have left here. Choices were made that, not only can I not stand up for, I can't even remember the reasons behind them, or what good they were supposed to bring about. Despite everything, I always believed that certain things would work out, and I never really thought about the possibility that they wouldn't. And yet here I am, with all the certainties I had about the future ripped away. 

   But on the bright side, the worst thing I thought could happen happened, and...I'm still here. The world didn't end. Mostly thanks to Andrea and Leigh, two of the most amazing friends ever, who basically kept from going entirely insane for a week or so there.

    Next Wednesday, my parents land in Germany! Then three weeks of fun shall commence, and I cannot wait. Almost literally. I anxiously make another x on my countdown calendar every night. Plans include weekends in Prague and Nuremberg, as well as, of course, a touristy time in Munich! Now just get me through the next week! 

  I'll try to be better about blog posting. I just needed some time off. Thanks for reading, all. And I'll leave you with this poem, since it's been on my mind a lot lately. And everyone can use some more villanelles in their lives.

Time can say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time can say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time can say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away?
Time can say nothing but I told you so.
If I could tell you, I would let you know.
--W.H.Auden

Im wunderschönen Monat Mai

     The one downside to having had a busy, busy, busy week since my last post is that now I have to settle down and try and remember what the heck I did so I can write about it. To be quite honest (ehrlich gesagt), I was originally planning on writing this...er, a couple days ago. But hey, better late than never (besser spät als nie)!

     Before I dive in, I shall pause and take this moment to wish you all a happy May Day, Star Wars Day, Cinco de Mayo, and whatever religious occasion caused there to be several people playing guitars in front of a large portable altar in Odeonsplatz yesterday.

   I will also warn you that this is a pretty long entry. If you couldn't care less about choir rehearsals, simply scroll down to the picture of me double-fisting baby shot glasses and carry on from there. And there are lots of kiddie pics at the bottom.

    There! Now that that's taken care of, let's back up to where I left you upon my last entry.  As I hinted (blatantly) at, last weekend promised to be one full of adventure. From this side of it, I can gladly tell you it was an almost entirely good adventure. Upon the eve of my departure, however, I was not so sure.

    You hopefully recall I was setting off for a four-day choir "retreat" (probenwochende, or rehearsal weekend, is the accepted term here) with the Palestrina Ensemble  (note the blurb in the upper-right corner of the website, searching a new alto starting in September. Oh hey, replacement!) We're currently preparing to record a CD with/for/in conjunction Naxos and the Bayrische Rundfunk of Palestrina's setting of the Song of Solomon/Hohenlied Salmons/Canticum Canticorum, along with corresponding Gregorian antiphons. It's an amazing work, with 29 separate songs in it. I promise to include more details when the recording comes out.

   So Saturday morning I stumbled blearily out of bed, showered, lugged my much-too-full suitcase up the stairs, and set off into the early morning sunshine to meet a fellow singer with whom I would be carpooling. Sadly, the meeting point was a lovely 0:53 minutes from my house, which necessitated a much-to-early start, but I made it successfully and by 8 AM was headed west on the Autobahn. Our retreat weekend was in a little (and I really do mean little) town called Aalen-Waldhausen in the state of Baden-Württemburg, located roughly halfway between Stuttgart and Augsburg. Baden-Württemburg is one of the most rural of Germany's states, and our location was reminiscent of California's Central Valley (cow scent included). Though most Central Valley towns aren't filled with BMWs and Audis. Oh, Germans and their cars. Our hotel was a friendly little family-owned place called Hotel Adler, and was a sweet little semi-resort place, offering massages, wellness, swimming pool, and the like. We were about the only people staying there (luckily for anyone else).

    We arrived by about 9:45, headed in quickly to snag some food from the breakfast buffet, then were promptly off to begin our rehearsing in the neighboring church. And rehearse we did. Of our three main rehearsal days, there was never less than six full hours of rehearsing (and that's consistent choral singing, no breaking into sectionals, masterclasses, or any other prayed-for rest periods).  It was, to say the least, exhausting. It didn't help that the church, as properly befits any old, stone building, was freezing. Like, arctic level freezing.  Outside was, for the most part, warm and lovely, but after 30 seconds in the church we were all piling on sweaters, scarves, arm warmers, and extra socks. Burrr.

    So basically, imagine what I just said times three days. Thankfully, the hotel was more than generous with their food, and every looong rehearsal was broken up by a half-hour coffee break, with coffee, tea, and some kind of pastry, and we all lounged and soaked up as much sun as possible. Breakfast buffet every morning, lunch daily at 1 (nearly every day some form of pasta), and a three-course meal for dinner, which was always followed by several bottles of wine thoughtfully ordered by our director.

    And the people ended up being a whole damn lot of fun. Aside from my friend Sarah, also an American, the choir consists entirely of native Germans, so I was somewhat nervous about so much time spent in a foreign language situation. It went amazingly. The more I relaxed, the better my German got, and I actually feel like I talked with people instead of at. There are a lot of university students in the group around the same general age as me, and we had a lot of fun singing music someone had brought along, having silly conversations, randomly switching languages, and so on. It was like being back in college choir again! Of course, if you recall my "dear friend"in the alto section, she was there too, being her typical know-it-all evil self. Thankfully, she drove just about everyone else as crazy as she did me, so we stuck it out together.

    Alas, the one shadow on my weekend was a bout of some kind of virus, which I'd originally thought was food poisoning, and that caused one rather stressful night and day (plus I didn't get to eat my chocolate mousse! That alone makes it awful!), but I recovered well and upon my return home, found that all four members of my family here had the same thing, so that solved the where-the-heck-did-this-thing-come-from mystery.

   I will also briefly comment that I am sick unto death of white asparagus. Germans take this stuff way too far. The vegetarian menu for dinner was, I kid you not, asparagus as the main dish EVERY NIGHT. One night it was preceded by asparagus soup. The lunch on the last day was asparagus and potato with ham sprinkled on it. Germans, that is not a meal. I personally find it rather mushy and far less flavorful than green asparagus, but PLEASE don't tell the Germans I said that. I also finally figured out what a Spezi is: coca-cola fixed with fanta! It kind of tastes like a "suicide" drink kids make at soda fountains, but the Germans love it, so good for them.

    Our weekend concluded on Tuesday afternoon (Tuesday was the Tag der Arbeit, or International Workers' Day  , which fulfills the same function as our Labor Day (takes place on May 1, the anniversary of the Chicago Haymarket Riots). It's celebrated officially in over 80 countries. Not good enough for America, though, who picked its own Labor Day because this one, well, reeked of socialism. Oh, America.) with a concert in the church (which went surprisingly well, and yours truly got to sing all the alto antiphons!), after which we had a last lunch and headed out. I'd switched rides with someone else who had to get back to the city sooner, so I ended up driving back with the director. He insisted on driving out to a little church so he could show me around, as well as see the view of the cathedral in Ulm, telling everyone as we walked around that he had to give the American a tour. It was quite funny, and also quite kind of him (though I'm told he makes this stop regardless). Here, see a picture of the place:

See that tiny spire poking up between the two buildings? That's the Ulm Minster cathedral, the tallest church in the world. IN THE WORLD. WHAT UP. 530 feet, to be exact. It was intentionally stretched to outdo the then-tallest church, the cathedral in Cologne, which is a wimpy 516 feet tall. 

View of the valley from up on the hilltop, looking south

     Anyway, tourist mission achieved, we set off for Munich. The drive home was beautiful (when I was awake, anyway). Fields of rapeseed (canola) grow in the area around Munich, and though from up close it's a rather unremarkable flower, from far off it makes the fields unbelievably yellow. It's like driving through sunshine. Check it out in this photo I stole from Google:

Though I obviously didn't take that, it claims to be Bavaria in the spring. Good enough for me.

    And then I was home. The rest of the day was spent relaxing outside with my family and eating some homemade pesto and pasta for dinner, then off to an early bedtime.

  Okay, I was debating whether or not to end here, but the rest can be achieved mostly with pictures so I'll forge on ahead.

   Three-day week went on fairly typically. Choir Wednesday night (yes, really, even after spending four days together) was followed by a visit to the next-door Mexican bar for margaritas (it's fun to actually get to know these people!). Thursday night was more Mexican food with Leigh (I didn't realize what a Mexican week it's been!). Here's me with the cute little shot glasses: 

Foreign food restaurants in Munich have the delightful habit of giving out complimentary shots that come with your check. Way cooler than a mint, right? This restaurant gives out cinnamon tequila.

    Friday night was babysitting, then Saturday, despite the threat of rain, I took the train down to Bad Tölz, where Leigh and her boyfriend Daniel picked me up at the train station and we drove out to Garmisch-Partenkirchen, the mountain resort town south of Munich, famous for being the location of the 1936 Winter Olympics (presided over by then-president Adolf Hitler), as well as the home of the Zugspitze, Germany's tallest mountain. (Interestingly, the towns were separate until Hitler forced them to merge in preparation for the Olympics. I guess a hyphenated name just looked fancier on the sign.) We were headed for Partnachklamm, a deep gorge running along the Partnach river for about a mile. It was totally gorgeous, and we spent some time hiking around the area, pausing to refuel with sandwiches and beer halfway through. 

Leigh at the bottom of the Olympic ski jump 

Trees growing on the top of the cliffs 

I'm pretty sure they used Google Translate for most of these signs

We were thereeeeee! 

DANGER OF LIFE

   Tired and accomplished, we headed back to Bad Tölz for a lovely dinner cooked by Daniel's parents, then hopped the train back to Munich in time to grab some margaritas in honor of Cinco de Mayo.

   

   My kiddies continue to be precious and cute and occasionally major pains, but I adore them. I took Cliona to her friend's house today in the kiddie seat on the back of the bike for the first time (the bike's too big for me so it seemed a little intense to add a child to the mix, as well). Cliona was a little dubious when I mentioned it ("Lauri, du bist ein bißchen kleiner als die Mami und der Papi..." (Laura, you're a little smaller than Mami and Papi)), but we managed quite successfully, and Cliona was very supportive, patting my back the whole way and saying "You can do it! You are good!" It was very cute. They are really just the sweetest stinkin' kids. 

Ice cream moustache 

   Cliona is the best little bike rider ever, basically. She only got her training wheels taken off officially a week ago, and today she went to and from her English playgroup, a two kilometer ride, like a total champ. I took Kilian's razor scooter so I could keep up. I'm getting my exercise chasing after them!

   Aaaaand...that's about it. Four more days to this week, then my family takes off for a week in France, so I am free as a bird! Plans are several days of laziness then heading off to Vienna for a long weekend. Hopefully the weather is kinder this time than the last!

Adventures in April: A Recap

    Well, it's April 27, and as tomorrow morning I shall be gallivanting off into adventure (sounds a lot more exciting than it is, I promise you), I shall gainfully attempt to give you a final April blog before going. Ready, GO!

    That being said, now I need to figure out what I actually need to say! Pause whilst I run back to my penultimate entry:

    Geschafft (achieved!). The last two weeks have been, as is fairly customary in my life, fairly hum-drum and typisch, punctuated by brief spurts of incredible excitement!

    I won't keep you hanging. Remember that girl I talked so much about two blogs ago? Yes, of course you do, devoted blog readers! (Her name's Andrea and she's a friend from California, a Fulbrighter in Vienna, and generally just an awesome person. Yes, I know you already knew that. Don't worry.) Anyway, just two weeks after we had excellent Viennese adventures, the tables were turned and she came to visit me! Though sadly 'twas for a mere 25 hours and 48 minutes (like almost exactly), it was a great time and a much-needed (and very welcome!) pick-me-up from the doldrums my mood's been spending a lot of time in lately.

   So last Friday she got a rideshare from Vienna and arrived at the bus stop just outside my house at about 6 o'clock in the evening, and we set off to do what little sightseeing we could that evening! Which wasn't much, I'll be honest; our sights (and tastebuds) were much more oriented toward the promise of Indian food for dinner rather than some old churches.

   I'll interject briefly to say that unlike a lot of American tourist attractions (Vegas, NYC, and LA, to name a few), European tourist-y cities, as beautiful as they are, only really live up to (and often exceed) their potential when the conditions are good. A tip for all you future travelers: save your European trips for the summer, don't waste your time sightseeing in the rain, and once the sun sets, you're better off absorbing culture in a pub than outside trying to explore. Pretty much every city I've been to lacks a lot of charm in the rain/cold/dark.

     So instead of attempting to shove much Munich culture down Andrea's throat, we headed for my favorite Indian (and favorite in general, too) restaurant and settled down to a couple hours of pigging out. This place is freaking delicious. Not terribly cheap, but definitely worth the money, in my opinion! Once sated on chicken tikka masala, bombay potatoes, and garlic naan, we headed out (into the pouring rain, ughh) to meet Leigh at the nearby Hofbräuhaus. Leigh and Andrea have been fated to meet several times before, but tragic (not really) circumstances always intervened, so it was nice to finally have it happen!

     The Hofbräuhaus is, let's be honest, one of the great tourist traps in Munich, but it's also a hell of a lot of fun, and has excellent beer, food, and is always a comfortable 75 degrees inside (and occasionally warmer), very welcome when it's drizzly and COLD outside. We settled in for a comfortable evening of probably too much beer and chatting, only occasionally interrupted by the rather pathetic flirtation attempts of the Italians sitting next to us.

    At a fairly reasonable hour, we braved the U-Bahn home (my host family kindly consented to let Andrea crash with me for the night) and slept in far too late the next day (Saturdays rock).

    Fortunately for us, the tourism gods smiled upon our day, and the sun was out and shining, while not warmly, per se, at least comfortably. We packed Andrea's stuff, printed out her train tickets, and headed out to see the city.

   Though I'm sure it would eventually get old, it's a lot of fun playing tour guide! I also realized that I've had a sad lack of visitors here in Munich (ahem, that's to all of you! I'll show you around too! Seriously!), and the last time I really got to play tour guide and point out all the main, fun attractions was back in September! When, let's face it, I was still more of a tourist than anything as well. Since we only had about 6 hours before Andrea's train took off, we stuck to the main things (the nice thing about Munich is that most things of great interest are contained with about a two square kilometer area, so one can be a very efficient tourist when one so desires. Not that I recommend only visiting Munich for six hours at a time, but it is doable!). We started off with panini and coffees (the weather (and the temperature inside) was kind enough to permit iced drinks!) at San Francisco Coffee Company, took a look around Odeonsplatz, site of the 1933 Beer Hall Putsch, then headed into the Hofgarten and on through the Englischer Gartens.

   As I said, the weather obliged. It was gorgeous out, and the gardens were, while definitely not full, offering a decent amount of sunbathers and sporters. We stopped to see the surfers, headed out into the main gardens, meandered down the Isar, admired the Monopteros, and bought ice cream cones from a conveniently placed little balloon-festooned cart (I couldn't resist that rhyme, sorry).

Some photos (which, yes, are all on my facebook as well. Sorry for the repetition.):

Temple to Diana, Hofgarten

Sunbathers on the Isar

NOM ICE CREAM

Monopteros 

    After pausing to admire the oom-pa band at the Chinesischer Turm, we hopped quickly on a bus and an U-Bahn to get down to Marienplatz. We dutifully popped into a couple of churchs (the cathedral and St. Michael's, to be exact), sneakily side-tripped into an H&M, and wended our way back to the beer garden at the Viktualienmarkt. If you need a refresher course, the Viktualienmarkt is Munich's open-air market, dating back to very early 1800s, and a wonderful place to go to find exotic cheeses, oils, spices, fresh fruits and vegetables, and so on (though I'll give you the fairly obvious caveat that the prime location adds a euro or two to the average price). The beer garden there, if I recall correctly, is the only state-run beer garden in the city, so it has the advantage of serving beer from all of the breweries (which sounds not that exciting, but in Munich, every restaurant/beer garden is linked to just one brewery, so all the beer available there will only be, for example, varieties of Augustiner beer). It's also huge, and excellently located! Tables with tablecloths indicate the restaurant section, but cloth-less tables are for picnickers, and you buy your beer and bring whatever food you have along! We'd purchased some strawberries from a street vendor and had those along with our beer (remember: in Germany, beer goes with everything. I'll also, just to enforce the point that beer is always acceptable, tell you that this beer garden opens at 9 AM.).

     Though I don't spend a whole lot of time in beer gardens (the seasons and weather is to blame, not any personal prejudice), the atmosphere there is really special. The thing Americans hear (and dread) about Germany is that when there's not a table available, it's not only acceptable, it's expected to ask to sit at someone else's table. This happens in restaurants, cafes, and everywhere, really. At a beer garden, especially a popular one on a beautiful day, if you don't have the nerve to ask someone to scoot a little bit, you're going to be drinking standing up. We found a corner of a table across from a middle-aged German couple and settled down with our goodies. The fun part about sitting with strangers + alcohol? You can hardly help but make friends with the people around you. We had an excellent time conversing with the couple across from us, visitors from Karlsruhe, and our conversation ranged from how Munich is gemütlicher (an untranslatable word running along the lines of comfortable, home-like, kinder to the spirit) than Vienna, how the politics in the US scared us, to the things one learns in a beer garden! (And this was all in German. Score us!) When they left, their place was taken by a trio of young French and Spanish businessmen, who wanted to hear all about what it was really like being singers. It was definitely a fun experience. 

    Alas, all good things come to an end, and we finished our beers, bid farewell to our new friends, and headed off to the main train station to deposit Andrea on her train back to Vienna. I rounded off the evening by reading at Hugendubel's and then heading home.

    The week since has been fairly unexciting, but there's one important part. On Monday, the temperature was about 55 degrees. On Tuesday, it poured the entire day and stayed in the 40s. On Wednesday, we broke 60 degrees. But oh, Thursday and today have been GLORIOUS. It's currently a beautiful 74 degrees and I got a sunburn sitting out with my cappuccino. Oh spring, how I love thee! 

    I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's jump back to Monday. April 20th marked the beginning of a joyous Munich tradition (in my opinion, at least): Frühlingsfest! This festival of spring runs for two and a half weeks in late April and early May, and is a miniature version of Oktoberfest (also on the Theresienwiese). There are beer tents, carnival rides, incredibly unhealthy and delicious food offerings (cotton candy, crepes, roasted nuts...), and people in dirndls and lederhosen soaking up the ambience. I almost wish I could have gone to Frühlingsfest before taking on Oktoberfest; it's much smaller and less intimidating. 

    So Monday night, I met with Leigh and Daniel and we set out to enjoy the sights of Frühlingsfest. An hour or so passed in the Hippodrom tent, with quite a few Maßes (Bayrisch for a liter of beer; the only size beer comes in at festivals) and half a roasted chicken to split between us, listening to the band play old German favorites like Sweet Caroline, Bad Romance, and YMCA. Seriously. There were also, of course, several thousand rounds of Ein Prostchen (a beerhall standard for everyone to cheers; check out this video if you've never heard it: www.youtube.com/watch?v=FV20cgYY5iU ). Then we headed out into the night, had some crepes, and even went on a terrifyingly spinny ride that probably wasn't the greatest idea after all that beer. It was an excellent night.

Beer + pretzels + lederhosen = love. Germany is so simple. 

Hippodrom Festzelt

I may have to go back and buy one of these

Post-spinning ride 

     Wednesday night was another adventure into the depths of Bavarian culture. If you're a football fan at all (that's football by the rest of the world's standards, not America's), you probably are aware the championship is swiftly approaching, and Wednesday night the Bavarian team, FC Bayern, played their final match against Real Madrid to see who will head to the championships. So like good Münchners, headed out to a beer garden to watch the televised match, liters of beer in hand. Though I will be the first to admit my knowledge of soccer is pretty slim, I can follow what's going on. And it's pretty fun being plunked into the domain of one of the greatest football teams! I trust you know the results right now, but I'll tell you that FC Bayern won on eleven-meter kicks and will go on to play Chelsea in the Champions-League final in three weeks. Huzzah!!

Terrible dark picture just post the final kicks.

   In kiddie news: all is well. I'm currently waiting for Anne to bring Kilian and his best friend Ben over so I can watch them while she goes to dancing with Cliona. Cliona has nearly mastered riding her bike WITHOUT training wheels (at 3 1/2! I'm sold on Laufrads, man. 3 and a freaking half.). My host dad took a short day yesterday after a trip to the dentist so we helped him put together Kilian's grown-up bed and spent a good hour at the part watching Cliona practice. What a champ! There have been a lot more food squabbles lately; my host mom has decided that we're spoiling the kids by giving them various hot meals for dinner (you may recall the Germans believe in only one "hot" meal a day, and theirs is lunch), so now all they're permitted is toasted ham-and-cheese sandwich or bread and cheese. Makes prep easier for me, but when the kids won't eat it...well, it's a little frustrating. I'd be sick of it too, so I really can't blame them. Kilian and I had a fight last night while I was babysitting; we were playing checkers before bed, and when he realized I'd trapped both of his remaining pieces, he started crying about how I always win, et cetera et cetera, so I put the game away (sore losers are ANNOYING, even if they're six), which prompted several "I HATE YOUs". Always fun to hear. Luckily I've basically learned the secret to dealing with kids is actually talking to them, so we got it worked out and him put to bed in relative harmony. (No new photos, sorry.)

    Two weeks ago I got the chance to have dinner with Leigh's cousins and their kids, who were here visiting! It was a lot of fun, and way too nice to be with a normal family (not that my host family isn't great, but as sell-out as it is to say, I miss American families). They're also blog readers of mine, so a shout-out to the Dunns! It was wonderful to meet you, and I hope you have a great stay in Deutschland! 

    Shout-out number two: Chapman is presenting their opera this weekend, and I'm so sad I can't be there! Congratulations, all of you! Go see it, everyone else!

    As I mentioned waaaaay up at the top of this entry, tomorrow I take off for a long weekend (Tuesday is Germany's labor day, so four day weekend, here I come!) of choir rehearsal at a hotel/resort place a couple of hours outside of Munich. Don't know many details yet, but hopefully will be a successful weekend! I'll keep you posted. 

    Now it's upstairs to greet the kiddies. See you all in May!