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Amateur blogger (yes, there are professionals) who started with a travel blog that quickly degenerated into blabbering. Along with a life goal of surfing with Eddie Vedder, attending BlogHer is now on my list.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Easter Bunny is Real and He Lives in Germany

Easter in Germany meant a few things:
1) Tricking Rebecca into attending church at four in the morning. The fact that we left at quarter to five for mass and didn't get back until eight was not lost on me. Let me reiterate. MORNING. AM. Ante Meridian.

Getting to the church there was a big bonfire outside of it, right in the middle of the street and that, my dear readers is an Easter Fire. (Easter Fire. The Germans are so creative.) The church was pitch black and from that fire all of the patrons light a candle and take it in with them, so the whole church is lit only by candle-light. At five in the morning. How did they expect me to stay awake? But I did, have no fear Mom, I was a good church-goer. However, I did find it hard to concentrate when all I could think about was, "Man is this a fire hazard!" I was not far off because a quarter of the way through the service someone bumped a candle and it went toppling to the floor amiss cries of Scheisse! Fire hazard indeed.

2) The Easter Bunny
He's alive and well in Germany. I hope he made it over to the states because I got my own little "nest" hidden here in the garden I had to find. This was, of course, after the nap I took.

3) Eggs, eggs, and more eggs. And just put a couple more in there because...Eggs.

Literally NINETY eggs were hard-boiled for a family of four. Myself being one of the four and I ate a total of five of them over the course of the weekend. I have never been good at math, so someone else work that out for me.

We turned this...



Into this..


And then finally into this...


The last one being Germans playing with their food. It's this game where you smash your egg onto someone elses egg until one cracks. The winners tastes better, I guess. My champion egg was the one that Philip made for me. In wax it said repeatedly, "Rebecca Becca Egg" That way, he said, I wouldn't forget it was mine. Or an egg.


4) Save the dancing for your jail cell

Germany is pretty uptight about Easter. They love it, it's one of their biggest holidays and it is pretty religious for them. So religious that they ban dancing and festive music on the Friday of Easter weekend. You'll find yourself with a thousand Euro fine if you do, and it's not just a silly bi-law that someone forgot to change. It was protested this year by having over a thousand people flash-mobbing the center square of Frankfurt and dancing with headphones in. It was discussed pretty heavily, even one of my classes brought it up for a good half hour. What do you guys think?

1 comment:

  1. It is not you who has to pay the fine but the one who's in charge of a party or festival where people are dancing. You mae it sound much worse then it is...

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