There is nothing in the world like a long weekend with loved ones, especially when it is one long celebration!
I arrived Friday, slept till evening, and went with to the neighbor’s birthday party. We talked and drank until 1 am. Saturday morning I slept in, enjoyed breakfast and a relaxed morning before going out with another neighbor’s daughter with her friends for coffee in the afternoon and drinks all evening. They even stayed out till midnight in keeping with the German tradition to congratulate the Geburtstagskind as soon as the birthday begins. Sunday morning I was awoken by my mother on my cell phone singing mananitas. As we talked I looked out the window and saw it was snowing! God’s birthday gift to me…
At breakfast I learned that Mass at the little village church was already over. Well, I would have to go into town. Why not the Dom. Suddenly, my life took a glamorous turn. Dressed in my new gorgeous brown winter dress I was putting on extra socks to wear with my sandals(the only other shoes I brought besides tennis shoes), when I was urged to wear my hostesses wonderful boots instead. With my jacket and gloves on I felt like royalty. And then, I was driven to church in the latest model of Mercedes (my host works for the company) by a daring driver showing off the special features of his car. I’ve learned by know how good of drivers Germans are, and how good their cars are, that I was able to enjoy the scenery flashing by, rather than see my life flashing before my eyes.
My special day was a lucky day, because I got to hear the Cathedral Band play at mass. After lunch and homework, which turned into a nap, we went to the Oma’s for coffee and Kuchen. Ah, the delicacies of the German household… After some set up for the Oma’s party the next day, what started as a toast to the Birthday Girls turned into a party – German style. Armfuls of liquors were brought to the kitchen table. Some were so old that a spoon was necessary to get to the liquid itself. Of the few good ones we enjoyed a round, where as of the bad one taste was enough and we had to wash out our glasses. Soon we had separated the bottle into baking, tossing, and empties.
That evening I discovered the Olympics and cheered for the Germans with everyone else. At some point, my birthday ended and the Oma’s began. In the morning I was greeted by a table of hour de’ vours and mimosas. After that there was soup and bretzel and… That was when it began to dawn on me that Germans never stop eating and drinking on festive days. This idea was reinforced when we headed over to the hall for coffee and Kuchen. This pattern was to continue as buffet dinner was served at 7pm with drinks to accompany. Unfortunately for me, the party ended then. I have school tomorrow and I can’t miss Midterms. At 4:30 I said good-bye and was driven to the train station.
Now my train is pulling away from the Hauptbahnhof. As Italians say Partire e un po’ morire (to leave is to die a little) and that is exactly how I feel. Is the party really over? Do I really have to go? I will just have to look forward to the next time I visit.




















