Another day another pretzel….
Well back in Germany again, and back to wearing my shoes down. After a long flight through the wonderful city of Charlotte, North Carolina, (where I drank a Miller Light and watched NASCAR highlights) I arrived in Frankfurt on a plane that was, I would guess, half full of our boys on their way to Iraq. Feeling quite happy at that point that I was not on a connecting flight to the desert, I met with my girlfriend after walking through customs with not even a question thrown my way.
The flight allowed a bit of time for me to sit back and think about my coming months, and reflect on the past few weeks. As mentioned in my previous blog, I experienced quite a bit of reverse culture shock on my way back into San Francisco. For a week or so, everything was just weird. The strangest thing was that I had by far the worst case of jet lag I had ever experienced. The second was the fact that I had a car to take me wherever I needed to go, and gas that was affordable. The third through the hundredth shock waves would take just too long to go through. After a week of holiday parties, nights at Cue N’ Brew, long talks with my mom, and the usual rounds through Martinez, I was right back where I was before I left.
I became so comfortable in fact that I had feelings of confusion and sorrow as I stepped on the plane. I can honestly say that this was the FIRST TIME I have had these feelings when heading to a far off land. I understand these feelings now as I write these words, but they were a puzzle to me at the time.
The fact is that I finally realized upon going home how different my life is here in Germany. Here is an example that has entered my had at this moment. As I typed the word Germany in the last sentence, I actually typed the word Germanz, because the y and the z are reversed on the Germen keyboard I use at work. To team up with the keyboard, we have the fact that I walk everywhere here, I actually have started to read everyday, I wear a big, fat, thick coat everywhere, and I conduct my daily conversations in a language that sounds to Americans as if I’m choking on a cheeseburger.
But as many of you are thinking at this moment, not all of these things decrease my standard of living. If I make a list, which I wont, I can probably think of as many advantages to my life here as the disadvantages that make my daily life harder. If I were to start the list, which I won’t, the number one reason is that I get to see the love of my life, Anke Wiesmann, on a regular basis. And now that I think about it, the German pretzels aren’t bad either!
Well I will keep you abreast of my thoughts as my time passes here, and I hope to hear about what is going on back in the convenient land of California.