We thought Christmas was big in Deutschland, but we hadn't seen Easter. We weren't counting, but I do believe they took more days off (however, our favorite bakery was open for brunch on Easter Sunday ... very American!) for Easter than Christmas and they really enjoy those little egg trees. You know the ones that are all twiggy with eggs hanging on them? They were everywhere. I thought it might be fun to find out where everyone is getting these cool hand-painted eggs, but alas, I was thwarted in my search. One person I spoke to said she made them herself. Now, that's just not useful at all.
A Tale From the Willage: Jerry took his watch in to a German watch repair shop in a village called Huetschenhausen (yes, it really is pronounced Hoochen Housen) and the man called to let us know it was ready. I answered in my usual American manner and the man said, with an extremely thick accent, "This is the watch repair shop in Huetschenhausen, your watch is ready." Now, we rarely get calls from Germans unless they are polling us, asking for donations or are our neighbors, so my knee-jerk reaction is to say in reply, "Sprechen sie English?" anytime I hear an accent. Well, it turned out that this particular gentleman WAS spreckin' English and I just didn't understand him. Es tut mir leid!
Over the last three or four days, the snow faucet has been turned on and off at least twenty times over our little pocket of Germany and every single time the kids get their hopes up that there won't be school the next day. School has yet to be canceled so the kids are amping up their efforts by resorting to stomach complaints and random ankle twists to persuade the issue in their favor. Thankfully Spring Break is only a week away!
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